Disclaimer: Characters are not mine! All characters belong to Supernatural.

A/N: Here we go. Character development, more characters and blah blah blah. Hinting towards Crobby in this one, but not too much.

Warning: Mild language, drinking, suggestive themes.


God, he looked like a complete idjit.

Bobby did another once-over in the mirror, trying to fix his hair as best as he could without heading for his hat. His hair was sticking out in all places, and it gave him a bed-head look that looked just too sloppy; not to mention he hadn't worn his suit in a few years-It still fit, but it felt scratchy and overly pressed against his torso. Bobby tugged at his sleeves, but they weren't going to get any less uncomfortable the more he tugged at them. Cursing under his breath, he made another futile attempt at his hair, but it just wouldn't give.

The hunter had given in and called the uptight bastard; he needed a break, and only him and god knew why. He was tired, worn out and stressed. Hell, he was only 43 years old, he didn't need to look like he was 50. Stress-lines attacked him everywhere they could, and he knew that the weariness was easily noted on his face. Social interaction, whether or not he'd actually like it, would do him some good. Much to his displeasure, however, Crowley was thrilled he got the call, and filled him in on some things, like how to dress and what was going to be served, saying that he was going to do a better explanation the next time he saw him.

Speaking of which, Bobby checked his watch, was going to be in 15 minutes.

And didn't he just feel a buddle of warmth at that thought.

Bobby hadn't felt this nervous in a while, but he could handle, it was just some silly uptight social bullshit. He'd talk to some people, calm his nerves, and maybe get to know Crowley a bit better. Bobby scoffed at the thought- Crowley was just some guy he met, nothing important.

He fixed the cuffs of his jacket, and gave himself a near pitiful look in his mirror. He looked at the suit a moment before giving himself a sad smile; the last time he wore the damn thing was years ago. He had wanted the occasion to be a surprise, and was happily surprised at her reaction. Karen had always wanted to go to that fancy restraunt a few miles off, and Bobby was ecstatic that he was able to book them a seat on Valentines day. That was the last Valentines day they had together, a few months later she died.

Bobby shoved those thoughts away, almost as quickly as they had manifested before turning and looking at his bed, his belt sitting at the edge where he could easily grab it and put it on. The hunter grabbed the leather into his hands, looping it around his waist. Bobby never really needed belts, but it was a nice touch, at least he thought it was.

The hunter looked on his bed one last time, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything that might be important.

Bobby's room was a simple area with the basic materials; A bed, a night stand, a closet, and a dresser drawer. He never needed anything more than that. The bed was set in the middle of the room, pressed against the back wall; made and tucked in, it was originally his and Karen's, but Bobby never had the heart to get rid of it, much like a few other things he kept stored in the room. Like the dresser pressed off to the side, Karen's jewelry box sitting on the top, along with a picture of the two of them together; Sometimes Bobby would flip the picture, that way he couldn't look at it when days were getting especially hard, but in the end he would put it back where it belonged, because the room would suddenly feel wrong when that face wasn't in it anymore.

But the closet, however, Bobby never opened. Karen's clothes were still hung up, her shoes were still sitting on the bottom, while some of her more precious items were still sitting on the top shelf, untouched after all these years. Bobby never opened it, and can only imagine that the clothes still held her perfume, and are most likely collecting dust, but it didn't matter, because they were hers and that's all that really mattered to the hunter. He'd contemplated once or twice about giving them to a GoodWill or someplace of the like, so they could actually be worn, but he never had the courage to open those doors.

The room one nice window, sitting on the opposite wall of the room. Bobby had guns sitting on that wall, and a picture or two but nothing real interesting about it. The closet was in the wall connected to the hallway, with the wall itself jutted out in the room to make that possible- Walls were white, and a little dirty, but nothing disgusting nor really noticeable unless you were looking for it; with the dresser pressed against the wall opposite of the bed.

Simple room, for a simple man, with a few sad memories. Bobby fixed his jacket on his shoulders, before flicking off the light in the room and heading to the living room. He moved down the stairs and walked up to his desk, grabbing the tie on his chair and making to wrap it around his neck properly. There was a knocking at his back door, the hunter cursed under his breath, trying to finish it as he made his way to let Crowley inside.

Opening the door, he took one look at Crowley. The man was fine pressed as usual, except now he was sporting a velvet, near crimson red tie around the neck. Sticking out like a sore thumb surrounded by all that black, and wearing a long black trench coat which was hanging off of his shoulders, his suit was fine and looked terribly expensive. Crowley gave the hunter a charming smile, before spotting the mess of the tie entangled messily around the hunters neck.

He raised an amused brow at the hunter, "Goodness Robert," He stepped inside swatting the hunters hands away and quickly undoing the ungodly knot that Bobby had created. "What am I going to do with you." He muttered, skillfully wrapping the dark tie around the mans throat, before skillfully twisting it, swerving the ends properly and sliding it up; not too tightly, and not too firmly, hugging the hunters neck. He grabbed the mans collar and adjusted it, before giving the man an amused smile. "You ready?"

Bobby was a little awestruck, and a bit embarrassed that the man had done the 'finishing touch' to his suit. Goddamn he felt like a bloody school girl, Bobby settled with rolling his eyes and giving the man an unamused glare. "Yeah, yeah, lets just get this over with."

"Suit yourself." Crowley patted his arm, tilting his head before heading back outside the house, "You coming, darling?" It took a moment for the hunter to realize he was still standing there. The hunter grunted and stepped out behind him grudgingly, flipping off the light before shutting the door.

The drive there was mostly set in silence, Crowley starting in minor conversation every now and again. Bobby grunted in response to most of it, and actually answered in actual English when they were getting closer to the destination. Crowley turned another sharp corner, the car moving smoothly down another long and seemingly never ending road. Bobby's nerves were going haywire, his legs bouncing in an old nervous habit. His fingers tapping against his knee; Bobby kept his eyes glued out the window, the sun was already setting and the sky was blown up in a vivid light blue, mixed in with orange and red near the horizon.

"Don't look so nervous," Crowley spoke after a long moment of silence, "These people can smell fear."

"I'm not nervous," Bobby growled back, but he knew his voice didn't have that diction it needed. "Just hadn't been to a gatherin' in a while, S'all"

Crowley looked over at him for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. "If it's any consolation, they're just a bunch of judgmental pansy's with money up the jacksy and no real place to shove it." The business man smirked when he heard the soft chuckle escape the hunters lips. Bobby glanced over at the dark haired man, before turning his attention back out the window.

"Yeah, that makes me feel so much better." Bobby answered, the sarcasm dripping in his tone but there was no real venom.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way there, there was no need to. The silence was a bit tense, sometimes a little awkward, but comfortable somehow; as if it was settling around the edges of the silence. Crowley, after a while, finally pulled up to a large glass building, numerous stories high that Bobby didn't even bother attempting to count. There were more cars pulling in after the business man, and a few walking up to the building.

The people he saw were fairly dressed up, arms around one another appropriately, idle chatter here and there. The sky was falling darker as Crowley parked, stepping out of the car; Bobby was fumbling with his seat belt, when the car door was pulled open, a smirking brunette looking down at him. "You coming, Robert?"

Bobby shot the man a cross look, finally grasping the latch and undid his belt, sliding out of the car. Crowley closed the door behind him. Bobby straightened his suit a bit, the clothing having gotten a bit ruffled on the ride over, smoothing out his tie.

"Mind me asking as to why your hair looks as if it went a few rounds with a hound?" The businessman shot smoothly, causing the hunter to look back up at the man. Crowley had his hands in his pockets again, looking both overly confident and somehow bored in his stance, his head tilted off to the side; however the mannerism behind the gesture was unknown.

Bobby dragged his fingers through his hair, as if it would somehow magically fix the mess of a mop on his head. He didn't respond to the business man who gave him a sly look. Crowley stepped up swatted the hunters hands away, "Here," He muttered, moving a few unruly strands to the side, "Hair has a strange placement, you just have to push it back in its proper direction, got it?" the business man smoothed down a few extra strands.

Bobby's eyes watched carefully, nearly awkwardly at the man. Crowley paid him no mind as he went to fixing him up- Bobby bit his tongue, for the most part; He wasn't sure if there was a standard here, and he knew some places had standards, so if Crowley was going to help him meet that standard than he wasn't one to complain. Crowley stepped back after a moment, admiring his work before placing his hands back into his pockets. "Now you look like an absolute vision, Robert."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "Whatever, are we goin' in or not?"

Crowley turned on his heel, nodding slightly, "Right this way." Bobby tugged at his jacket one last time before following his footsteps. The closer they got to the building the more Bobby could hear the voices inside, and there sounded like a lot of people. A strike of nervousness shot up the hunters spine, but settled with letting out some excess air, breathing through his mouth slowly as they stepped past a lovely couple. Bobby eyed them a moment before turning his attention to Crowley whom was only a few steps ahead of him.

The business man pushed at the glass door, stepping aside and letting Bobby in first. Bobby imagined it was supposed to be a sort of 'gentlemanly ladies first' sort of thing, and he wouldn't put it past the bastard, however he ignored the urge to protect his masculinity and continued into the building.

The area was huge, to say the least; It looked like a front office, sporting a high ceiling and a few hundred guests, the room was brightly lit as if it were filled with stars, the glass reflecting the lights and the room glowed delicately. Women were wearing long elegant dresses that moved like silk over their hips and legs, with lively figures that came in all shapes and sizes. Men were in nicely pressed suits, hair slicked back if not slightly ruffled, glasses of champagne in their hands as they laughed along in groups, some chatting idly amongst themselves.

The place was full of these beautiful people, some larger than others, some with more sullen expressions, but all and all beautiful. Bobby felt a hand press against the small of his back and pressed him forward. He must have been gaping like an idjit, and Crowley must have noticed, saving him from embarrassment he led him further into the crowd of people.

"There's a door off to the far left, which leads to the conference room. It's more like a large ball room, to be completely honest but we have a lot of staff, not many in high places but large enough." Crowley spoke, leading the hunter away from the busy goers, ducking and moving about the crowd until they hit a clearing. "Right over here." The hand on the hunters lower back fell as Crowley moved to stand in front of the hunter, making his way to large double metal doors, they were clear and sleek, almost like mirrors as Crowley grabbed the handle and pulled the first door open, stepping aside once again to allow Bobby in first.

This room, was a bit more harshly lit, but the effect of star light stayed. The area was just a bit larger than the front office and was just as crowded, maybe even more so if that were possible. Tables came in rows, and some that were closer to the front were at round large tables- each clothed with candles in the middle, the fire flicking about. The plates were set out, and most were in their seats. There was a quaint stage in the back of the room where a podium stood, a few chairs resting behind it while a few top figures, at least that's what Bobby assumed they were, were most likely plotting the end of the world like most politics.

"Our seat's are over here," Crowley commented, eyes scanning over the group before taking the lead once again. Bobby looked after him and quickly took in his step behind the man, sidestepping people every now and again. Crowley led them to one of the round tables that had Crowley's name, as well as a few others on the plates. Crowley grabbed his and pushed it aside, pulling Bobby's seat out for the man before taking his own.

Their table was empty, for the most part. There were five seats, and one of them, besides the ones Crowley and himself were residing in, that was filled. A man sat there; He looked a bit older, could be around Bobby's own age but he couldn't be totally sure, his hair was very short and light, like a greying blonde almost. He looked like a father, he had that sullen suspicious expression most fathers had when he looked around, but he also looked like he could have been a drinker, and by the looks of his empty champagne glass, he most likely was. But the most distinct feature on him, was probably the yellowing of his eyes, like some sort of disease, or genetic disorder, either way, they were looking directly at him.

"This is Azazel," Crowley spoke up, noticing, maybe for the first time, that the man was sitting there. At the sound of his name Azazel smiled, leaning forward in his seat and reached out his hand to Bobby. "Azazel, this is Robert."

"Nice to meet you, Robert."" His voice sounded like cigarettes, and his grin looked like that of a lion, but Bobby smiled back grasping the mans hand and gave a firm shake.

"Same here, but please. Call me Bobby." Azazel nodded before sitting back in his seat, looking on towards the stage.

"He manages the lower floors," Crowley spoke up, "Him and Alastair keep a decent eye on the staff, and overlook most of the managing to newcomers who join Purgatory Placements," Bobby watched the man a moment before looking back at Crowley. "Because of them, most of the staff refer to this place as Hell," Crowley chuckled lightly, "I think the name fits, actually."

Bobby nodded, "So, you said you were getting promoted." Crowley nodded back at him, "To what? Exactly?" Bobby made a small shrug of the shoulders while he spoke. Crowley leaned back in his seat, folding his hands on his lap.

"Vice president, or Co-CEO as some put it, right under the Queen of Hell herself." Crowley chuckled, "The more formal name, as the company likes to put it, is King of the Crossroads."

"King of the Crossroads?" Bobby snorted, "Makes it sound a lil' over done, don't you think?"

Crowley shook his head good naturedly, "Not really, I personally enjoy the ring of it. Besides, I think it fits."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, well I'm in charge of making deals with costumers, and to make sure that they're placed under our care. We're like an..-" Crowley waved his hand a moment, as if looking for the right words. "An insurance company, if you will. We look after individuals for 10 years, and if they live after the 10 years they're paid all the money they gave to us during that time period, almost like a bank, or a shiny penny for a rainy day." Crowley straightened his seating position, "They pay us money, any amount they desire, to keep it safe from the market crashing, or what have you. If they die before the 10 years is out, we come to collect. That's where I come in."

"So you're like a more 'thrill seeker' insurance company." Bobby stated, almost flatly. Crowley shot him an amused look, snatching two glasses of redish champagne as a waiter gracefully slid on by, handing one to the hunter.

"If that's the kind of thrill seeker these people are, I'd say they needed help. Either have the money or lose it, it's just how it is." He looked into his glass, before taking a careful sip. Looking back up at the hunter. "Well, I'm the one who makes sure all the deals that come in are accounted for, along with the money given. That's what a normal Crossroads worker does, and now I've been given the extra work by keeping track of the Crossroads as well as the deals and individuals."

"That sounds pretty busy," Bobby looked inside of his cup, as if something might crawl out of it, but ended up taking a timid drink. Tasted just as fancy as it looked.

"I thought the same thing, but sense most of the Crossroads has his or her work cut out for them, it's really not much more difficult." Crowley set down his drink, "A few rouge here and there, and sometimes I'm forced to travel to check out other branches of the company, but really it's fairly easy."

Bobby was quiet a moment, "Why do they call it Crossroads?"

Crowley looked up at Bobby, as if he hadn't really thought about that before. After a moment, he shrugged. "In old biblical stories, and lore-" He gestured to Bobby as he tried to sit up, "If you will, have had demons that would make deals with mortals or the living. This usually occurred at a Crossroads, summoning them and all that nonsense." Crowley waved his hand, "I suppose that when we started making 'peoples dreams come true'-" He made quotations in the air, "That it gave us the name, and people aren't above calling us demons." The business man smirked at this, turning to glance about the room a moment before looking back at the hunter.

"So, who was the Crossroads king, before you?" Bobby asked, taking another drink of his champagne. Crowley shook his head.

"I've been in this company for years, but I don't really know." The man shrugged, "I know that there was one, and I know that he or she burrowed away in their office, I've just never seen them, or heard their name." He face scrunched up a moment before grabbing his glass once again, "Never really thought about it."

Bobby just nodded his response when he heard the electric tap of the speaker, his head snapping up to the stage to see a thin, boney looking woman at the podium. She was tall and very pale looking, sickly almost, with full volumned blonde hair, and a soft yet angular face. She looked to be a bit younger than himself, but there was a striking maturity about her that made her seem a bit older. She wore a white, revealing dress that hung like silk around her ankles, her eyes looked pale, from where Bobby was sitting, not to mention there was something- vaguely snake-like about her.

The room seemed to settle down a bit as people began getting into their seats, two women took their seats at Bobbys table but the hunter paid them no mind, keeping his eyes trained on the woman. The voices seemed to shush by themselves, and the lights dimmed a little, waiting for the woman to speak. Bobbys eyes briefly glanced at Crowley but averted them when she cleared her throat.

"Hello everyone, I would like to thank you all for coming today, and I know this year had been a bit of a difficult one, we fought through it and hopefully we'll have it better for the years to come." Her voice sounded smooth and low, like warm milk pouring and chocolate melting. "For those who haven't met me, and for those who've just started working here; My name is Lilith, and I'm pleased that you all could come in and enjoy today as a big corporal family." She smiled widely, it seemed nearly faked. Her teeth were a bright flawless white, straight and her lips were full and painted red.

She spoke for a bit, talking about the plans for that year and what was going to happen, some changes that were going to be made and a few special announcements with which she announced the promotion and a few peoples raises. She told everyone about a few tweeks in management, which is where Crowley came in, and luckily he wasn't asked to give some silly speech. Crowley looked relieved when she finished talking about him, and Bobby knew that he was thinking the same thing. After all was said and done, she thanked everyone once again, and announced that the food was going to be served momentarily.

When she stepped away from the podium, most people stayed in their seats as the waiters slowly began to bring out the entree's. Crowley got up, patting the table to get Bobby's attention, "I'll be back, there's something that calls to my attention." He said, before stepping away from the table. Bobby watched after him, suddenly feeling terribly uncomfortable that he was gone. Was there a specific thing he was supposed to do? Or just sit there? There wasn't exactly a manual on this sort of thing, or if there was, he didn't have it. Bobby looked back at the table, where one of the girls who had sat down was looking at him, a smirk on her face.

She looked fairly young, maybe mid-twenty's at the very least, a little pudgy around the cheeks with long dark hair, and warm brown eyes. She looked friendly, but had this stance about her that spoke smoke and rough edges, wearing a dark red velvet dress that looked almost black. She eyed Bobby a moment and gave a friendly smile, "The names Meg," She said, reaching her hand forward, "I don't think I've seen you around."

Bobby shook his head, "You haven't." He shook her hand before settling back in his seat, "The names Bobby."

"Hello Bobby," Her voice sounded like coffee, and wine, something was smooth and yet just a tad cocky, if not playful about it. She tilted her head after where Crowley had disappeared to, "You Lucky the Leprechauns date, or.." There seemed to be something she was waiting for, some silent explanation with how she dragged out the 'or'.

Bobby pulled a face before shaking his head, "No, no. Just a friend he asked to tag along." Meg nodded, but the look she was giving him told him she didn't believe it. She elbowed the girl beside her, who was talking with Azazel. The girl looked at Meg like she was confused, before following her eyes and looked at Bobby.

She also had very dark long hair, but her face was a bit longer than her friends. She looked to be about the same age, at least mid-twenties. Her lips were full as she gave the hunter a quaint and polite smile, which Bobby shot back at her. She seemed to be a bit taller than Meg, not to mention a tad bit thinner, but not by much. She had this very friendly look about her, but something set off an alarm in Bobbys head, something about her seemed deceiving, or looking for attention in all the wrong places. She wore a more casual dress, something you'd find on Ebay if you weren't really trying to dress to impress. It was a simple strapless mini black dress that hugged her frame, it looked wonderful on her.

"Hi," Her voice sounded sweet, and light, "My names Ruby, and you are-?"

"This is Bobby," Meg introduced for him, "Came here with the boss," Ruby nodded at this and leaned in to grab his hand, they shook before relaxing in their seats again. "So Bobby," Meg began, "What brings you here?"

Bobby chuckled, "Depends on what you mean." He grabbed his drink as the waiter came to their table, setting down some courses of food for them all to eat. Music began playing, it was elegant and simple, and set the mood of the place nicely. Formal but calm.

Meg chuckled at the hunter, glancing at the food a moment before looking back at the man. "I know what you mean," She raised her chin, "So, how'd you run into Crowl's? He's not very easy to find."

Bobby raised a brow at her, eyeing her down a moment before speaking. "That's a long story." He admitted, and Ruby snorted kind heartedly, and Meg smirked.

"We have all night, sweet cheeks." She mused, and Bobby sighed lightly. So he told them, because he had no reason not to.

They talked, and he told the fantastic story of him running into Crowley as they ate, Meg hadn't really said anything as he spoke, and watched him with steady eyes, just drinking in his words. At a few points Ruby would smirk, or giggle- borderline on laughing, but Meg stayed completely still for the most part, her eyes trained on him as he went through the motions step by step of what happened, the cause and effect. "-And then well, here I am." He finished, setting down his now empty drink.

Meg was silent a moment, and Ruby looked at her. Meg squinted her eyes, before opening her mouth. "A man knocked on your door and you let him in. Why?"

Bobby chuckled, "That whole story, and that's your take-a-way?"

"Oh no, I heard it. And it sounds like the beginning of some romantic comedy, along with two sappy men who can't see it." She smiled, "But what compelled you to let him in the house? If that were me, I would have slammed the door in his face, regardless if I knew him- I've seen your house, when I came to pick him up last year. No offense, but Crowley doesn't seem to be the type who would just drop in because he was desperate."

Bobby looked at her, shaking his head. "I don't know, I would have found the next house if it came down to it. Not sure what compelled him to stop by." He paused, "I guess I couldn't just leave him out there, he looked like he didn't belong out in that neck of the woods and I guess I was just happy to oblige."

"The second time, now that takes the cake." Meg spoke, brushing her fingers through her hair, "I know Crowley, I've worked with him for years, I've helped him through thick and thin and he's never given me a cursory glance, but you. You two spent your night drinking together and talking about what you blinded unicorns talk about. Doesn't add up to me-" She tilted her head, "I'd say he's got some alterior motive, and I know that's more up his lane."

Bobby tilted his head at her, "Could be, I don't know." A waiter took his empty glass and refilled it with more of that sweet tasting champagne. Bobby nodded his thanks, before the waiter set off again. "He just seems like some guy I ran into because of some unfortunate car failures."

"Like I said," Meg smiled, "Sounds like the beginning of some sappy romantic comedy." Bobby watched as Meg looked around a moment before moving to stand. "Well, I'm tired of sitting around, you care to dance?" She smirked, Bobby gave her a surprised look.

"Oh, I'm not much of a dancer..-"

"Neither am I, but that's not stopping me." She moved around the table, holding out her hand, "C'mon cupcake, you looked nervous as hell when I first saw you, lets ease you up a bit." Bobby looked at her hand before sighing, he took her hand and she helped pull him to his feet. "Now that's more like it," She gave him a confident smile, "C'mon, the dance floor is this way." She turned to her friend, "Don't wait up." To which Ruby rolled her eyes at her, before shooting her friend a smile.

Meg led him to the dance floor, situating them in the middle around a few other couples whom were waltzing about. "Alright, sweet cheeks, do you know how to waltz?" She asked, an amused tilt in her voice. Bobby smiled.

"Yeah, a bit." He slid his hand around her waist before taking her hand, Meg placed her hand on his shoulder keeping an decent and respectful distance between them. Bobby started the first steps, before they hit off in proper rhythm.

"You know," Meg began after a while, "I can see why he likes you."

"Who? Crowley?" Bobby sounded vaguely incredulous.

"Yeah," She tilted her head upward towards the hunter, "You have a certain charm to you, a kind people like us don't get to see very often."

"What do you mean?" Bobby spun her, Meg's dress flailing at the bottom before catching her hand once again.

"Most like us are into that whole, high society, living it large kind of life, and we deal with people just like us- It's no wonder why our company is so rich. Because it's so rare to find people who honestly get that rougher part of life and seem so content." She mused, "You seem content, a bit tired, don't get me wrong, but you don't look like you're in any rush to get a different life."

"Living on a schedule." Bobby replied lamely.

"But would you ever switch it up? Or even leave it behind?" That was a good question. Bobby spun her again, as they waltzed across the dance floor, more and more couples standing up after they finished eating to join in.

Bobby looked up from her after a moment, catching a glimpse of Crowley from across the room, he seemed to be talking to two men, one of which was Azazel, and the other, Bobby assumed, had to have been Alastair. Crowley seemed to feel eyes on him and looked up, catching the hunter gaze, their eyes locked and Bobby suddenly felt very flustered. Crowley winked at him before turning back to the men, not having paused in talking the entire time. Bobby averted his gaze back to Meg, who seemed to have some sort of knowing look in her eyes.

"You're a very good dancer." She said after a moment, "You married?"

The question came out of no where, but Bobby didn't feel like it was a hit-on, it seemed more or less like an honest question. Bobby shook his head, "Widowed." He said after a while, and Meg shot him a empathetic look.

"I'm sorry to hear about that."

Bobby shook his head, "Don't be, it's been years."

Meg was silent for a second, "What was her name?"

Bobby hadn't been asked that question in a long time, he looked at her and sighed. "Karen," He spoke, drawing out her name slowly, "her name was Karen."

"That's a pretty name," Meg began but was cut off by something behind the hunter, she tsked. "Looks like Ruby is in a bit of a doosy." She chuckled, "I got to see to this sweet cheeks." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hunters cheek, "Give me your phone." Bobby gave her a bemused look but she persisted. Eventually he pulled the device from his pants and handed her the device. She typed something in before quickly handing it back, "Text me sometime," She pointed an accusing friendly finger at his face, "And stay out of trouble."

Bobby smiled at her, and she shot him a broad smile back, patting his arm. "Alright, it was nice meeting you Bobby, I'll see you around." She moved to leave, but stopped short, "And thanks for the dance."

"It's no problem-" He responded, and she moved forward to squeeze his arm.

"Call me up, whenever your unicorn is causing you trouble." She patted his arm, "Alright?"

Bobby just smiled at her as she went to leave, watching her go. He had a feeling she was calling Crowley the unicorn, he just didn't get why. It must have been some inside thing with her that he wasn't supposed to get, Bobby shrugged it off. He turned back around to see Crowley heading towards him. The business man made to stand in front of him, smirking at the hunter with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"I'll take it you met Meg?" Bobby nodded, turning his head to look at her, she was talking to Ruby and the two seemed to be laughing about something, and Bobby assumed it had to of been the poor sap Meg saved her friend from.

"She's a real charmer, and a good loyal worker. Easy to get along with, actually." Crowley filled in, before eyeing the man curiously. "So, how are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm pretty good," Bobby answered, "Where'd you run off to?"

Crowley smirked at him, "I had to talk about a few things to a few of my workers, nothing extraordinary." He shifted on his feet, "I didn't know you could dance."

"You saw that?" And for some strange reason that was more embarrassing than the eye contact a few minutes before. Crowley nodded.

"You're not half bad, Robert. Who taught you how to dance like that?" Crowley seemed both amused and interested, but to be honest Bobby wasn't entirely sure how to answer. He just kinda- knew.

However, before he could attempt any sort of response, the woman from the podium, whose name Bobby believed to be Lilith, stepped up and joined in on the conversation. "Hello Crowley, enjoying yourself?" The business man nodded, and the woman turned to face Bobby. "Well, hello there. I don't think I've had the honor of meeting you." She held out her hand which Bobby accepted in stride, like he had been all night.

"My names Lilith, who are you?"

"This is Robert," Crowley answered for Bobby, "He's my guest." Lilith looked between the two of them and smiled; Bobby had a feeling that the smile was meant to be warm, but something about her made it seem icy.

"Well I'm glad to have met you, Robert. So how are you enjoying yourself?"

"Nicely, thank you. Uhm, you have a uh- nice thing going on here." Bobby commented, "You the CEO?"

"Why thank you, and of course." She nodded, twirling her drink between her fingers, "How could you tell?"

Bobby was at a loss for words for a moment, sharing an uncomfortable glance between himself and Crowley. Crowley shot him a look that screamed apology, and Bobby looked back at Lilith, who seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"Well, you just seem to carry leadership and confidence wherever you go. And the speech you had kind of gave it away." Bobby tried, and to his luck, it worked. Lilith smiled like a child on Christmas before patting his shoulder, "You should stop by more often, I like you." She looked at Crowley, "You found yourself a real charmer."

Bobby's face fell, and he saw the sides of Crowley's lips twitch, as if he was holding back the urge to laugh. "Yes, of course. Thank you." She shot him one last smile before stepping away. Once she was out of ear shot, Crowley let out a few uncontainable laughs, his smile breaking his face. The sound caused Bobbys shoulders to relax before striking the business man half-heartedly on the shoulder. Crowley winced before looking back at the hunter with an amused gaze in his eyes.

"That's for not denying we were a couple."

"Oh come now, Robert. You had to admit that it was funny. Besides, you didn't deny it either." The business man pointed a finger at the hunter, as if to prove that he's not the only one in the wrong here. Bobby relaxed exceptionally, before letting out a few chuckles himself. The two of them began chatting idly, heading back to their seats, and it was a lot like the conversation they had almost a year ago- It was a little weird to think about, that they spoke and knew each other a year ago.

The event began coming to an end, and for a good majority of it Crowley would talk about storys and people he met, conspiracy's and Bobby would put in his own input here and there, and that's how Crowley initially found out about Rumsfeld.

"I didn't know you owned a dog," Crowley said after a long moment, setting his drink aside. Bobby shrugged.

"The last time you were there he was at the vet getting fixed up, he'd gotten sick. And today he's back there, he was injured in the back when one of the car parts came loose, hit him right in the leg and damn near broke it. I'm picking him up tomorrow."

"I'm sorry to hear about that." Crowley started, brushing his hands through his hair. "What breed is he?" Crowley asked, leaning back in his seat.

"Rottweiler," Bobby answered, "He was named after Donald Rumsfeld who was the U.S. Secretary of Defense from 2001, up to 2006." He finished up his drink, looking at the empty glass before setting it aside. "You have any dogs?"

Crowley shook his head, "No, But I plan on getting a few hounds soon. I used to have a one when I was a lot younger, a German Sheppard named Carrot." Crowley let out a sad laugh, "Well, those are the names you get when you let a four year old name it."

Bobby sputtered, "You named it Carrot?" He laughed, "That's priceless."

"Shut up," Crowley snickered, "If you were four and had the chance to name a dog, you'd name it bulldozer or screwdriver."

"Would not!"

"Would to!" Crowley retorted, "Or something worse, I just can't think of anything right now."

"Real smooth." Bobby shot back, and received a kick under the table.

"Look who's talking." The two of them let out a few good laughs, before changing the subject. They spoke like this for the rest of the night, and Bobby was surprised at how well they got along. The hunter half expected them to chat a moment and for him to be set aside as Crowley went to go speak to others with more money than him; Regardless, Bobby was happily surprised at the evenings outcome.

When everything was said and done, and people were leaving, they said their goodbyes and set off to the black Ford Maverick that sat near the edge of the parking lot. It was dark outside, the sky having hooded over with the night, a few stars peeking in every now and again. The lot was illuminated by the building, and gave it that sparkling look, the cool night air brushing against both men as they got in the car. The drive back was a lot less tense than the drive there, and Bobby was very happy he decided to come along, the conversation they held up in the car was a decent one before finally making it back to the house. Crowley, being the gentlemen that he was, walked up to the door with Bobby before saying his goodbye for the night.

"We should do this again," Crowley said, stepping up to the door, "And hopefully soon, I'd love if you'd keep in contact."

Bobby was too tired to argue, and a little tipsy from all the champagne he had drank, nodding along to what Crowley was saying.

The business man patted the mans arm, stepping away subtly and making his way to leave, "I'll see you around, Robert. Ta ta."

"Yeah," Bobby waved back, "Bye."

The hunter watched as Crowley got back into his car and drove off, watching the tail lights in the distance before heading back inside of his house. He turned on his kitchen light, shrugging his coat off his shoulders before tossing it nearly carelessly onto the back of his kitchen tables chair, setting off into the living room, pointedly ignoring the phone and heading upstairs. He went directly to his room, pulled off his shoes and collapsed onto his bed. It was a long, eventful day, and he was tired.

Pulling his phone from his pants and placing it on his bedside stand, he didn't bother taking off his clothes as he climbed under the sheets, and for once in a long time, he slept peacefully.


Good long chapter? Not too long, not too short, finally something decently in-between. I hope you all enjoyed, and please leave a review! I really want to know your thoughts! I love them dearly! Sam is coming soon, so prepare yourselves. Also some Meg and Bobby friendship- I'll touch base on that a bit more soon, (Because I think that despite what the show did, they could have been good friends.) I hope you enjoyed~! And don't forget to review! LLAP. ^^