First Bobby and Crowley story I've written, sorry for any errors, I fixed anything I could find.
Bobby was sitting at his desk as usual, it was like nothing ever changed to him. He was shuffling through some papers looking for anything that would help the boys. He was like a father to them and he never wanted to do anything against them. He moved a book to the edge of the table, when he noticed a set of shoes and peered up to notice Crowley looking down at him. It didn't take him long to pull out the demon knife the boys left him. He stood up and glared at the man that held his contact. "Why so sour, love?" Bobby didn't speak, he only hardened his gaze. "Got some pent up feelings about me?"
"You could say that," Bobby finally spoke to the demon.
"Don't be that way, it's holiday, should celebrate more."
"Oh yeah, what the hell do you know about celebrating?"
"I brought some glen grain," He took the bottle from his coat and shook it before Bobby, he watched as the old man went to walk around the desk.
"Tell me why I shouldn't gut you."
"If you kill me, you can't get your soul back..."
"Could always ask someone else after yer dead."
"Your always out to get me," Crowley paced in the living room area. He walked over to where the window was and looked through it, resting the bottle up on a near by shelf.
"Have someone hold on to yer soul and just see how relaxed you are, now tell me why I shouldn't kill ya." Bobby was being more than serious but he knew better. Last time the guy had used his hell hound to get out of his black light trap that he had been creative enough to make. Crowley was like that annoying thorn in his thigh, he never disappeared for that long and he was always hanging around to bug Bobby.
"I told you. It's the occasion love." Crowley turned around and picked up the bottle and neared Bobby who rested the blade down at his side and gave him an odd look. He didn't know what to expect. "Just consider it a bit of a apology, I've got to much of an issue letting go of you." He walked closer to Bobby, Bobby was already giving him the eye. Crowley reached into his coat and pulled out a red rose and handed it to Bobby. He took it and then the scotch that Crowley was offering. "I'm a bit of an old tradition, just give you a while to think on it." He was gone the next moment and Bobby was left in confusion.
"What an idjit." Bobby said as he paced over to his couch and took a seat, looking at the bottle he noticed a card. He opened it up. 'It's v-day love, stop looking so sour, drink a bit and enjoy yourself.' It had his named signed down at the end and what looked to be some kind of winking smile. To be honest it had been a while since Bobby had been with anyone on valentines day, he wasted away the rest of the day reading and really thinking on what Crowley had given him, it was odd but he figured it could have been a lot more awkward, he looked forward to their next meeting.