Chracters are not mine- A story request from my Tumblr-

Anon: Since you said it doesn't hurt to ask, how about some Crobby? There can never be enough of that. Maybe Bobby completely surprises Crowley by actually making an effort at being romantic? Or whatever.


Bobby pulled at his collar, feeling unbelievably overheated in the his plaid button up, before shifting his shoulders and adjusting his vest. His hands felt a bit sweaty, and he could feel his gut fluttering as he grabbed another book off of his desk.

Bobby had been planning this.. thing, for a few weeks now, and hadn't once felt as nervous as he did right now.

Him and Crowley had been a… thing now for a good year. He wasn't much for anniversary's and stuff like that, and he knows damn well that ain't Crowley's style either.

The thing is, Bobby felt this- need, per say, to show the demon how much he- appreciated him. Or something of the like. It sounded pretty damn sappy to his ears, but there wasn't really any other way to put it.

The demon had been coming over a lot sense they finally hit it off, and the king always brought some of his best drinks, and would sit there, across him or beside him, and listens to him bitch on and on about his day or about some unfortunate idjit. Crowley would straighten his books, and mend his clothes when he'd think the hunter wouldn't notice.

It was an abundance of things that would mysteriously become fixed or he'd suddenly have an endless supply of salt or paint in his basement; or wake up to the smell of food, to walk down stairs and notice his breakfast was made and the dishes cleaned.

He can't even remember if he ever told him 'thank you' let alone showed the demon the same compassion. Bobby winced at the wording but sighed regardless, slouching back in his seat.

He owed it to the demon, for both looking out for him and having his back; personally and hunting wise included.

A flutter of nervousness washed over the hunter once again when his foot hit the object under his desk.

Bobby groaned, running his hands over his face. He'd slept with the demon countless times, he's known him for a few years, seen 'em naked, and he's blushing like a virgin bride on her honeymoon- over some silly gift.

It was just a simple show of affection, that's all. Bobby kept reassuring himself that it would be over like nothing happened. Crowley would either accept the gift or return back to hell, or accept it- destroy it, then head back to hell.

Bobby wasn't sure why rejection was a lot easier to handle than any other outcome. It was a slim chance Crowley would like the stupid thing, and in the end Bobby just couldn't think of anything else. What scares the hunter the most is if he shows a little bit of compassion that'll scare the demon off.

The hunter shifted in his seat before scoffing. If it were that easy to scare the King of Hell away then he should have done it years ago.

Bobby fingered the lining of the book before opening it, flipping the pages idly until something caught his attention. He scanned the words silently, eyes glancing over at the clock every so often.

It was getting late, and Bobby had set off a few more books for the next day. His anxiety have dulled over the hours of waiting for Crowley to show when he never did. It wasn't a big deal, it could be put off until tomorrow. Crowley was the King of Hell, shouldn't expect him to make room for him during the day just because he wanted him to.

Running Hell has to be hard, besides the time down there works differently then it does on the surface.

Bobby kept reminding himself that, no matter how 'stood up' he felt. Crowley was important in Hell, and his job came first. The hunter was about to head upstairs before a loud 'clink' perked his ears.

The sound of glass hitting glass made the hunter look towards the kitchen where suddenly terribly familiar footsteps began to thud softly on the flooring.

"You know darling, I'm eventually going to replace all your swill with something more refined." Came the familiar drawl as the shorter demon walked into the doorway, leaning against the frame with a glass in his hand. "I'm tired of having to snap up my own every time I want a drink." The demon brought the glass to his lips before taking a quick tasting drink from the cup.

Bobby grunted in response, relaxing back into his chair. His foot made contact with the object again, and suddenly felt very flustered.

He couldn't go through with this, he'll just toss the thing out when Crowley left. Maybe burn it so there was no proof of it being there.

The sudden red on the hunters cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the demon king, who looked behind him to make sure there was nobody that look was directed to. He turned his gaze back to the hunter, whom, in retrospect, looked suddenly very uncomfortable.

"Something wrong love?" The demon questioned, pushing away from the door frame. He took a few causal steps forward before Bobby responded.

"Eh? Yeah- yeah." The hunter waved, "It's nothin'."

"Nothing? Nothing doesn't make your face red." Crowley taunted lightly, gesturing with his cup. He took a seat at the edge of the hunters desk, setting down his drink. "If it's not about me, I'll be terribly disappointed."

"Then be disappointed," Bobby grunted, narrowing his eyes playfully at the demon, "You ain't the only thing on my mind, ya idjit."

"I'm wounded." Crowley mused, before he frowned. "Bollocks."

"What?" Bobby looked up at him, as the demon quickly scooted off of his desk.

"Bloody demons," Crowley growled, "In a bit of a pickle."

"How can you tell? Got demon radio or something?"

Crowley snorted, "Something of the sort," He straightened his suit. "Well I best be off-"

"Wait!" Bobby said hastily, regretting it almost instantly when the word came out of his mouth.

It's now or never. Bobby steeled himself, his hand slipping under his desk momentarily, his hand touching glass a moment before reaching a bit further. A cold stem pressing against his fingertips, gingerly snatching it and placing his arm behind his back so the demon didn't notice it.

Crowley gave the hunter a confused look, before smirking. "Oh? Does my favorite pet want a goodbye kiss?"

Bobby rolled his eyes, but said nothing, maneuvering around the desk and facing the demon properly. Crowley leaned forward and captured the hunters lips in a quick chaste kiss, and was surprised when he felt the lips remove themselves and placed in a slight kiss on his cheek, lips near his ears. A rough hand gently grab his shoulder.

Crowley heard the words "Thank you," mumbled into his ears and felt something light press against his chest. He raised an eyebrow at the hunter before his eyes darted downward.

His eyes widened slightly as a single red rose was being held out to him. Heat rose up his neck and rest on his pale cheeks before looking back up at the hunter, whose eyes were everywhere but on him.

A warm feeling rose in his chest and fluttered about; it was a feeling that he was unfamiliar with, but it wasn't unwelcome. The silence dragged on, and Bobby looked absolutely precious, and ready to bolt.

A hand reached up and wrapped around the stem of the flower, his hand brushing against the hunters, forcing the man to look at him. Crowley smirked, before pressing his lips fully on the man once again.

Leaning away slightly, face only inches away as he flicked the hunters cap playfully. "Anytime sweetheart." And he was gone.

Bobby stared at the spot that the demon had vanished from, flower missing. Bobby couldn't help but smile softly to himself, before turning and making his way to bed; and if a certain somebody crawled into bed later that night next to the hunter, nobody commented about it.


I will be posting my tumblr requests here in a jumble of one-shots. Feel free to look me up and ask anytime. (Luciferissatan) [I will always keep the requests themselves under anon unless asked directly not to by the person. Anon or not if asking the request on the sight- It would be rude to do so without permission.] Home you enjoyed~! ^^ LLAP