Oh, those rainy days
"I don't like it here, Crowley. I want to go back home," Sam said in a sad, quiet voice. He was looking through a big window, his head resting on the wooden frame. It was pouring rain, thunder roared once in a while. Sam has never been one of those people who enjoyed dark days like these. Reminded him of hell too much.
"I know, love, I know. Just a few more days and then we can go back to your beloved America."His lips twisted a bit at the end of his sentence. It was there only for a second or so, before the demon took hold of his emotions, but Sam always had had the talent when it came to noticing things. Sam went to Crowley and hugged him tightly. Sam was a little surprised of how the demon hugged him back. Crowley was practically clinging to his human, at some point Sam could've sworn he even heard a sob.
"Crowley, what's wrong? Um, England's not that bad. I mean, I know you have to meet that special demon dude and stuff and besides, this is much better than being on my own back at a shabby motel room." Crowley quickly stepped back from Sam and wiped his face (confirming Sam's sob theory).
"Khmm, well now when this is over, I should probably get going and-"
Sam smashed their lips together in a hungry kiss and wrapped his arms around his demon boyfriend, no, mate (Crowley had banished the term "boyfriend" due to thinking it sounds too sweet and nice for the king of hell).
"Are you afraid of losing me?" Sam asked between the messy kiss. He had to admit that was pretty darn cute.
"Shut up, moose," Crowley growled, but after a moment added in a softer voice "you know how much I love you."
"Careful Crowley, your emotions are showing."
Sam's demon just gave him the most wicked grin he had to offer and slowly paced to their gigantic bed (living with Crowley did have its perks, like the president's suite in the finest hotel of London). Sam was more than happy to oblige and went straight after his lover. Maybe staying in London wasn't that bad after all.