Disclaimer: Characters are not of my own.

A/N-2013: I'm making this for the "I DESERVE to be LOVED!" prompt/slash-request box. I've never written anything like this before, and I most likely never will again, but majority rules and that also means I need to write what came in as the higher vote. I thought the winning vote was actually quite surprising, and I'm not gonna lie, I thought it was going to be highly unlikely for this to win, but curiosity and what-not gets people going. (Like the curiosity for what a Murdoc Niccals and Russel Hobbs -Slash fanfiction would be like.) [I wrote one once, just to see what it was like. I don't plan on ever posting it, but I'll tell you it's very weird, 'interesting' but weird.] This here is going to be about the same way, but I guess it helps get my writing flow going again. (I need to update a bunch of stuff -.-) Alrighty, back to the Prompt. It was an M-Preg prompt for Bobby and Crowley, which I somehow got sucked into, (Not to mention that Crowley has to be in heat or something- So I'll somehow figure this out, I'll put him into something similar to a Vulcan Pon Farr, but I guess I can make this work.) but I'm not ashamed, I think they make a good couple. Me, being the alien to M-Preg stories, had to do a bit of research, (I've read a couple before, but I've never had a big interest in it) In order to get back into that set of mind, so I hope this is as accurate (As an M-preg can get) And I hope you guys enjoy~! ^^

Also- I know Crowley is the King of Hell, but I reffer to him as both King of the Crossroads and the King of Hell- I hadn't realised my mistake until I was already finished, and I really didn't want to go back through there and fix it so.. Yeah. Also- I must let you guys know that this is.. somewhere in season 7- I'm not sure, but I messed with the actual facts of the show (And the facts of physics) To create this, so things may seem a bit plot-wholey, and trust me, that wasn't my intention; I have seen all the episodes (That have been released) and yes I'm aware that certain people shouldn't be here and what have you. I'm AWARE, it bothered me a little, when I got all 'logic' focused show wise- but this is fanfiction, an M-preg for a matter of fact- This will be somewhat illogical, so bear with me here.

Warning: Sexual encounters, M-Preg, Language, Violence, Slash, (Slight mention of Destiel.) and illogical bleck.

EDIT::

2014:: So, fixed it up a bit, and divided it into 9 chapters- Fixed, and added a few little cute snippets here and there, and is now also on my A03 account. It's a bit longer, but now you no longer have to read it all into one big fanfiction. Enjoy.- ((It's still imperfect, but bear with me here/ it's a hell of a lot better than before.))

There is no subtle way to tell someone they don't belong in one place from another, and it's never easy explaining to someone that they're wrong. No, they more often than not become offended, and then what is there to do? It's hard enough as it is trying to explain yourself, and trying to get them to understand; but there are times, in everyone's life, where they must meet someone 'More stubborn than I.'

How could he ever expect them to understand? Sam he could understand, the logic past his thick skull, the utter shit he's been through recently, he could understand his resentment against the entire demonic population. Hell, every hunter he could understand their hesitance; Dean was no exception. Yeah, Bobby expected an outburst from him, he would have been concerned if the hunter didn't scream at him; but this?

Bobby shouldn't have expected anything better, honestly, he shouldn't have. Telling his boys, hunters he saw as his sons, that he was in a relationship of sorts with a demon, well they hadn't reacted as badly as they did when they found out that it was the King of the Crossroads. Bobby was prepared for screaming, he was prepared for a fight, threats, and just about anything. Hell, he was prepared for damn near everything; he wasn't, however, prepared for that mute, blank expression that Dean was supporting, his judging nearly impassive facade he was wearing like a protective mask.

Bobby wasn't sure how much more he could take of it.

He almost wanted Dean to just spit these nasty remarks, he wanted him to treat him less than a person, he wanted a reaction. But the mans unwavering gaze made the elder hunter sit there in such uncomfortable silence, the tension just pouring off the the elder Winchester brother was so thick it could of been sliced through, and put on a plate for buttering bread. The disappointment in his eyes was tearing him apart and killing him.

Sam was talking, he was saying things along the lines of 'are you sure of this?' or 'Bobby, if this is part of some deal, we can get you out of this-' and 'I think your making a mistake.'

Castiel hadn't said a word this entire time, and to be honest, Bobby was grateful about this. Cas had never been a judging character, he was this force that helped keep his head on straight, if he wasn't acting like a total idjit sometimes. His face was somewhat impassive, but there was no resentment behind his emotional, expressive eyes. The scene in itself before the elder hunter was a one-sided conversation, and plentiful stares, eventually Dean couldn't even be in the same room, roughly pulling himself from the couch, leaving. Castiel had looked after him, and Bobby gave him the signal that he was free to go after him; he did so without hesitation.

Sam paused in his ranting, watching them leave, before running a weary hand over his face. "Bobby-"

"Sam, stop." He hadn't intended his voice to be so hard, or sound as emotionally drained as it was. A hand lifting up his hat, quickly pulling back his short hair before placing it back on his thinning head. "I've heard enough."

Crowley hadn't picked a more perfect moment to be in away on business than now, although Bobby would have loved to have had some sort of support on his end.

"Bobby, please." Sam persisted, standing from his seat on the couch, "You can't do this-"

"You seem to forget that I'm a full grown man, and I can do damn well with what I so please with my love life." He growled, turning away from Sam to face his desk, an idle hand moved over some of the seams of a few open books, sprawled out on his desk top. The older man let off a shattered puff of frustration burst passed his lips, a rough hand rubbing over his weary face. "Sam," He sighed, "You may not accept it, but it won't change a damn thing."

Sam looked like he was about to interrupt, but Bobby held up a hand to stop him. "Let me finish." He glanced over at the tall brunette, and hated seeing the strong concern, and helplessness sprawled over his face. "Now I know you don't like these damn chick-flick moments; well neither do I, but were both gonna have to suck it up for a moment."

The man looked resigned, but nodded anyhow, making it a point to keep his mouth shut. Bobby took that as a good sign, and continued to talk. "Even if the demon's here, I want you to know that him bein' around ain't gonna cloud my judgement, and he sure as hell ain't got me in another deal. I may be old but I ain't an idjit; and I sure as hell wasn't born yesterday." Sam quirked a small smile, but stayed quite. "I'm always gonna be there for you and your impossible brother, I've supported you boy's through thick and thin, and haven't asked for more than your support as well." He frowned, "I can take care of myself, I don't need you idjits watchin' out for me."

"Noted," Sam gave a small smile, although the concern was still evident in his eyes, "I just worry about you Bobby, alone here all the time. Now I know you're with Crowley-"

"And I haven't been happier," The older hunter intervened, "He ain't that bad once you get to know'em."

"Bobby-"

"Sam." Bobby looked at him, almost desperately, wanting him to understand. "You may not like it. Hell- You can hate and resent me for it-"

"I could never hate you-"

"-But," Bobby put strong emphasis, "You and Dean are just going to have to get used to'em."

Sam was quiet a moment, before a puff of air escaped his lips. "You know I trust you, I trust you with my life; with Deans-" He made a gesture towards the door, "-With Cas'. Bobby, you're like a dad to me." He paused, "I'm just.. So-" Sam paused, trying to find the right words. "terrified that something's going to happen. That Crowley's going to have a fit, and Dean and I won't be able to save you."

"I'm getting old, kid." Both hands moved over his face once again, an old habit, the small of his back made contact with the edge of his desk. "Getting too old for hunting, for feeling scared, for this." He made an exasperated gesture with his arms. "And I know Crowley knows this too. Sammy, I'm getting old, I've been so alone since my last wife, and I can't do this on my own anymore-"

"You have me and Dean-"

"You're gone all the goddamn time!" Bobby shouted, taking the younger slightly aback, "I'm here all by myself all the goddamn time, and I'm so sick'n tired of being so goddamn alone all the time!" Throwing his hands around in uncertain yet sure motions, exasperated and worn down. "I have nobody to look after me once the day is out." The older hunter seemed to deflate the more he spoke, "You boys have each other, you have Cas, a goddamn Angel of the Lord, as your guardian angel! Who do I have? A bottle of Whiskey and my books!" Bobby huffed, "My days, they- they're numbered-" His voice was cutting off, shutting down, "and I'm just so tired of spending them alone."

The outburst caught them both utterly off-guard, and for once, Sam was speechless. "Look," Bobby breathed, tone softer, "When Crowley's around.. I don't feel this way," Bobby could hear Dean somewhere in the back of his mind muttering about chick-flick moments, "-but I just- I finally have someone who doesn't expect the world outta me, he doesn't expect anything. It's..-" He spun his hand idly, looking everywhere but at the hunter across from him. "-relieving."

They were silent, for what seemed like a lifetime, before Sam stepped forward. His voice soft, so quiet that Bobby was surprised he could even hear it. "Is he good to you?"

"He don't make me feel useless," Bobby muttered under his breath, arms dropping to his sides. "Yeah, I guess."

He hadn't expected the swooping hug he received, returning it halfheartedly, before the taller man pulled away. Bobby raised a questioning brow at him, but Sam gave him a sympathetic, if not a somewhat still blatantly concerned, smile. "If something happens-"

"It won't." Bobby gave him a small smile, "Now git'- I've got to work, and you need to go catch a few Leviathans."

A hand patted his shoulder, "We'll call you, don't hesitate to do the same."

"What about Dean?" The inevitable question, and Sam just gave him a small quieted shrug.

"He'll come around, and Cas'll keep an eye out." That wasn't entirely what Bobby wanted to hear, but he couldn't exactly ask for more. Sam started to walk off, and Bobby felt the need to say 'Thanks' but that wasn't like him, so he didn't, muttering 'idjit' under his breath, and receiving a small chuckle, before listening to the door open and slam shut. Leaving the hunter alone once again.