Summary: A collection of short, unrelated stories about Bobby and Crowley. Contains Bobby/Crowley slash. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.
A/N: Thanks so much for the support with the last chapter! Sorry that this one's incredibly short, but I hope you enjoy it! Another will be coming soon that will be a lot longer hopefully!
ENJOY!
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Twenty-Six Words for Bobby and Crowley
2. Breaking
"CROWLEY!"
Crowley sighed and rubbed his temples as soon as he heard the smash and he looked around and glared at Oscar the hellhound who whimpered and scampered away. That bloody dog! Any more trouble from him and Crowley would send him back to the pit. He was only a puppy though, and he was still being house trained.
The demon stood and headed into the study where Bobby was cleaning up a vase that was broken on the floor.
"I'm sick of that damn dog breaking things." The hunter snapped, "This can't carry on, Crowley! It can't."
"I'm doing my best to train him, okay? I'm trying, Bobby!" Crowley replied, "If it was your mangy mutt breaking things we'd have to make an exception!"
The demon stormed off, leaving Bobby to clean up the mess.
"GET OUT OF HERE, OSCAR!" Bobby yelled two days later, Crowley heading into the living room to find the sofa shredded.
He chuckled and covered his mouth, Bobby glaring up at him and folding his arms. He'd had enough of the constant mess the damn dog was making and he'd had enough of it breaking everything in the house! Every couple of days he was having to clean something up that the damn dog had left behind broken and completely screwed up. Crowley normally fixed it but it wasn't going to be enough anymore.
"Crowley, that dog's got to go." He snarled, "I've had enough."
"Bobby, he's a baby!" Crowley cried, "You can't get rid of him, okay? You can't! I'm almost done training him, I'm teaching him to be calmer!"
"No, Crowley, enough's enough." Bobby said, "He's got to go."
The puppy curled up in the corner and began to whine, Crowley looking to him sadly and bowing his head. He didn't want to let Oscar go! He loved that little thing, and it was actually really adorable for a hellhound.
"Don't listen to him, Oscar. He doesn't love you like Daddy does." He said, Bobby almost growling at him.
"Crowley!" He yelled, "No! It's going!"
"NO!" Crowley yelled back, Oscar getting up and barking loudly, "Stay!"
The dog held back while Bobby gaped at it in fear.
"He's growing up." Crowley replied, stroking the hound's head, "Good boy, Oscar."
Bobby sighed and rolled his eyes, looking at the demon who was smiling at the puppy with real love and affection in his eyes.
"I'm not gonna win this one am I, huh?"
"Not a prayer, Bobby." Crowley replied, kissing the hound's head, "Not a prayer."
Hope you enjoyed!
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