Chracters are not mine- A story request from my Tumblr-
Anon: Request: Can you do a cracktastic crobby where Crowley finds Bobby's journal? 3 3 3
Bobby bends over to grab his wrench, which had originally fallen from his grasp and fell underneath the elevated car. "Balls." Bobby muttered, dropping to his knees before going on all fours, rear in the air as he attempts to collect his tool. The hunter didn't remember having kicked the tool, it shouldn't have gotten that far-
"Bend a little further," came the amused comment from behind. Bobby nearly jumped at the sound, before cursing under his breath. Of course it was Crowley.
"Give me back my tool, ya idjit." Bobby grunted, leaning back so he was on his knees, his rear resting against the backs of his heels. He turned slightly to give the demon a cross look, whom, in retrospect, was smirking back at him.
"I love it when you sound angry, it makes my loins ache."
"Crowley." The hunter said sternly. Crowley merely smirked at him, but eventually rolled his eyes kind-heartedly before snapping his fingers. Always the dramatic.
A soft thudded 'clink' caught the hunters attention, and by his right sat his wrench. Bobby snatched the tool before straightening up, standing to his full height, rounding the car. His eyes left the demon to inspect the outer layer of the old 72' Ford Maverick, leaning by the other end before getting on his back once more.
"Move slower." The voice to his right startled him, having not recalled the demon king moving. 'the show-off probably didn't walk' the hunter made a point to ignore him, and merely shuffled underneath the elevated vehicle.
It was quiet a moment, and Bobby actually believed that Crowley might have left. That was until he heard a soft thump, and a creek; the hunter turned to look at the part of his body not covered by the car, to see the backside of the demon king, whom was sitting, resting against the metal frame.
"What are you doing?" Bobby didn't really need to ask, but didn't see the harm in doing so.
"You won't talk to me."
"You haven't said anything." Bobby said flatly.
"And would you answer me if I did?" Good point.
"Well," Bobby began, grabbing the wrench and starting to loosen a few bolts. "why are you here?"
"No place better to be."
"That's a lie, you know Garth likes you."
"Ahem, let me rephrase that," Crowley sounded both amused and irritated, "There's no other place I'd rather be."
"Uh huh," Bobby mused idly, "How about you make yourself useful and straighten up the books in the living room, looks like hurricane stopped by after that last case, and I hadn't time to pick up."
"Pick up your own bloody books!" Crowley retorted, earning him a measured kicked from the underside hunter.
"I'll fix up that devils trap under the bed if you don't." Bobby threatened.
Crowley stood up, brushing off his pants. "Promises, promises." He muttered, receiving another measured kick to the legs. "I'm going, I'm going. Ungrateful." He snapped his fingers before Bobby could properly kick him again.
Inside, well. Lets say that Bobby wasn't exaggerating.
"Huh." Crowley commented, hands in his pockets as he looked around. Books were flung everywhere, pillows, wrappers, trash and pieces of clothing were strewn about. There were sigils on the wall that looked new, and some strange carving placed on the desk that looked fresh. Not to mention bottles of blood and bags of think animal bones were about in the most oddest of locations.
Well. Didn't this place look homey?
Crowley snapped his fingers and most of the junk was in proper order, but certain trash still littered the ground, and the place looked decently cluttered with books. Some of them, Crowley suspected, were warded from actual magic and that'd he'd have to put those away manually.
Some of the clothes were still laying along the ground, and he wondered idly if the hunter had actually warded his undergarments. It didn't seem all that far fetched.
Blowing a puff of air from his lips, the demon began working. Grabbing a dozen armful of books as he went, setting them off in separate piles before sitting down in the middle and concluding what each of them were.
Bible, French Bible, Italian Bible, Norse God Myths, Latin Bible, Greek Bible, Enochian verse of the Bible. Different languages with the same basic story, however it was funnier in Enochian.
There were strange old journals and books that dated back B.C even, with a few dead languages littering the sides. Some of them, if not a decent majority, were slightly more modern, if you could consider early A.C to be modern. Of couple of them were much newer, if not just a few years old.
He couldn't figure out why half of these books were warded, having scanned some of the content. What would a demon do with a book on how to kill vampires? They already knew how, it's pretty basic actually. What, is Bobby afraid they'll get creative?
If this was the books he kept warded, Crowley could even begin to imagine what kind of Nancy Drew littered around his shelves.
A book with a strange texture made contact with the demons hands. catching his attention.
It felt leathery than rough, unlike most to everything he's grabbed. Crowley gave the book a sideways glance. No title, no real cover, not even an author. The leather was a tattered looking black, which was turning more of a dark grey the more it faded.
Curiosity got the better of him and he flipped open the cover.
'This Journal Belongs To-_'
"That's curious," The demon muttered, before turning around, looking both ways to make sure no one was looking before flipping to the next page.
A lot of the words were faded, smeared, or altogether scribbled out. But the demon could make out words here and there. The date said 1987 and there seemed to be a few swear words here and there but the demon couldn't really tell. "Must be Bobby's," He heard himself saying, before flipping to the next few pages.
They had the same basic material as the first, vague and unreadable. Crowley rolled his eyes before flipping numerous pages, nearing the end of the book. This, was more resent, it seemed. The year 2008 on the top, and written in pen. Bobby's elegant chicken scratch littered the page. Crowley got bored on the first few lines, this was about a year or some before he even knew the humans name.
He flipped a few more pages to notice a huge gap in the time. A few good months worth. Crowley paid it no mind until he saw his name a few pages later. The demon smirked brightly before scanning the words.
Bobby came inside after a few hours, covered in oil and grease and desperately wanting a shower. His feet thudded against the old wooded floorboards as he reached his library. He half expected the place to be a mess.
To his pleasant surprise, the place was in near perfect order. Or, at least as perfect as it could be. Crowley was sitting behind his desk, feet up on his desk with his face shoved in a book, suppressing (and failing) his laughter.
"What are you reading?" Bobby asked idly, tossing his filthy rags to the side table, and setting down a few tools.
"Oh, one of my absolute favorite books." The demon nearly snorted, but controlled the wavering in his voice, "Best author I've ever read actually, he's such a lovely poet."
"Bet he is." The hunter replied idly, strolling into the kitchen and reaching into the fridge. Crowley stepped up into the doorway, book still in hand as he leaned on the frame.
"Mhm, I actually think you might of heard of him." Bobby nodded, grabbing a beer and shutting the door.
"Yeah, here's one of my favorites." Crowley cleared his throat as the hunter took a drink. Crowley mimicked as best as he could, lowering his voices in a gruff rasp, '-with his stupid hair, and his stupid suit, and his stupid pretty-" Bobby choked mid-drink, sputtering and coughing, but the demon didn't stop. "-nice ass. The boys'll never forgive me for this but I don't-"
"Where did you get that!" Bobby launched forward, making a wild grab for the book, but Crowley vanished last second, reappearing behind him as the hunter stumbled.
"You really think I have 'a great ass'?" Crowley chuckled, "Oh, how sentimental of you."
"Put that down!" Bobby snapped, reached for a nearby weapon.
"Ah, ah ah." Crowley snapped his fingers and the weapon was gone. "Play fair."
"Goddamn it Crowley!" Bobby sputtered, feeling his cheeks heat up considerably.
"I haven't even got to your wildest fantasy's Robert!" Crowley chuckled, "That's my favorite part!"
"Cro-!"
"Although I'm not partial to a threesome, you know how I don't like to share. I couldn't argue with wearing frilly pink la-"
Bobby rushed forward before Crowley could finish, catching him off-gaurd. They both tumbled to the floor, the book flying out of the demons hands and sliding under the desk.
"No!" Crowley shouted, "I wasn't done!" He tried to push himself to his feet, but Bobby grabbed his middle and pulled him back down to his level. Crowley squeaked in surprise at the unsuspecting hands grabbed him down.
"No! You're filthy!" Crowley protested, as he tried to wiggle out of his grasp, "You're getting grease all over my suit!"
"And you read something you shouldn't have!"
Crowley chuckled, twisting his body to wrap a leg around the hunters hips, flipping their position. "Oh, C'mon darling, I loved reading about all the dirty little things your mind conjures up. More entertaining than 'Girls' on HBO."
Bobby pushed and arm out before switching positions again, locking the demons legs down with his own. "You weren't supposed to read that."
The blush was still evident on the hunters face. "Well, too late for that. Although I have a few notes."
"Shut up, you idjit." The hunter spat, brows furrowing together in frustration.
"You really know how to make a girl feel of fuzzy down south," Crowley mocked, wiggling his body again, unable to get the upper hand. "Let me go."
"I don't think so."
"Do it or I'll tell Dean what really happened to his puppy." Bobby glared down at the demon.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." Bobby didn't doubt him for a second, and after a moment he let go. Crowley shoved the larger man off of him before fixing up his suit, grease and other oils were smeared on the front and Bobby couldn't help but laugh at the distressed look on the demons face. Crowley scowled at the hunter before going over and snatching the book from under the desk.
He smirked at the cover before opening it back to the most recent update. "You really are a dirty old man."
"You would know."
"And now, so will everyone else." The grin on the hunters face fell as Crowleys rose. The demon was prepared this time and bolted for the stairs with an enraged hunter at his heels. Putting those journal entries to good use once he reached the bedroom door.
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
-Also, not all of these would have been requests, some may just be me running into it and typing away this persons fantasys. You never know.