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Author's Note: as stated, part of my reason for taking so long to post this chapter is that it was very difficult to write for Bobby for the first time. I still don't know if I did it well enough so you guys let me know in your reviews. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Twilight Zone

Chapter 11: Unholy Confessions

Crowley hadn't gone back in right away, he lingered until Dean decided to give up and leave the rest of the snow for tomorrow. The cold making both their bones ache. Opening the door, Dean walked in first, putting the shovel down then staring in confusion at the sight of Sam and Jade both hugging someone, Jade crying as she did so. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it when Crowley set his hand on his shoulder.

"Relax." Said Crowley, giving his shoulder a pat before shutting the door behind them, causing everyone to look over. Dean's legs nearly gave way under him when he saw who the new person was.

"B..Bobby?" he stammered, feeling like he might cry.

"Just gonna stand there, ya idjit?" asked Bobby before smiling at him. Dean took two steps over and then hugged Bobby, everything else forgotten, at least for this happy moment as he hugged the man who was basically his foster father.

Bobby returned the hug happily, patting Dean's back before letting him go. His smile faltered when he saw Crowley, the King noticed it.

"Do I get a hug, too?" asked Crowley, brows raised, slight smirk on his face, not able to resist toying with Bobby.

"What the hell is this son of a bitch doin here?" demanded Bobby, glaring at Crowley.

"Easy, Bobby. A lot's happened while you were well…dead. A lot since Sam brought you outta Hell. Things aren't entirely the same." Explained Dean.

"Don't matter what's happened, he don't change. You know better than to trust him, Dean." Argued Bobby, good mood vanished at concern and anger. Crowley waved his hands.

"Standing right here, Robert…" he blurted, brows raised.

"If my word means anything, Dean is right. Much has changed. You could at least let us explain." Said Cas, earning himself Bobby's attention for a brief moment. The surly man clearly mulling over his decision before answering.

"Fine. Y'all explain this to me. But he don't do any talkin. I don't wanna hear anythin he's got to say." Replied Bobby, shooting a glare at Crowley as he spoke, who rolled his eyes in response.

"As if you didn't miss the splendid sound of my voice, Bobby." Retorted Crowley.

"You can wait in another room, you know. Zap yourself right outta here." Said Bobby, who then turned his attention to Dean as the man spoke.

"That's part of what we should explain. He can't, Bobby. Him or Cas. Both got temporarily turned human by some dick warlock. Cas was already with us, Crowley came to us for help." Said Dean, gaze never leaving Bobby, who stared right back, jaw dropping momentarily as he took in all this information. Then he cleared his throat.

"And you know what you shoulda done when he come knockin at the door as a human? Put a bullet between his eyes."

"Ouch…I do have feelings, you know…." Blurted Crowley, eyes on Bobby who ignored him.

"I punched him in the face, if that makes you feel any better. Knocked him out. Probably gave him a concussion." Said Dean. Crowley subconsciously reached to the scab on the back of his head where it hit the beam on the porch and had bled.

"Well, that's a little reassuring. Makes me comforted to know you haven't entirely lost your damn minds."

"Oooh, Bobby, Bobby, ask your beloved niece about me." Piped up Crowley, hand returning to his pocket and earning himself a warning glare from Jade, who put on a fake smile when Bobby turned to her and the boys sighed.

"Ask you what about him?..." asked Bobby, brows furrowed, thinking maybe she'd sold her soul to him or something, every worst scenario coming to mind.

"Probably just that I showed him how to get here. I don't know what else he'd be talking about." She lied quickly, afraid all hell would break loose if Bobby knew she'd slept with Crowley.

"Tsk, tsk…Bobby ask her how the shower sex was." Said Crowley, smirking and taking a wary step away from Bobby after he spoke. Which was a good move because the old man's alarmed look at the girl turned to a furious glare as he turned back to Crowley then lunged at him.

"You son of a bitch!" he barked at the King, grabbing him by the front of his coat and slamming him into the wall. Sam was closest and most able to intervene but he didn't, only Cas and Dean made moves towards Bobby, each man taking hold of one of his shoulders.

"Uncle Bobby…" sighed Jade, wringing her hands in front of her, her feeling of guilt overwhelming her anger at Crowley for bringing it up. She should've known he would. He just couldn't help himself. Dean and Cas managed to wrestle Bobby away from the King, trying to calm him down.

"Wow, for a moment there I thought you wanted a turn up against the wall…" blurted Crowley, an amused look on his face as he fixed his coat.

"Crowley, shut the hell up for once!" shouted Dean, more than a little agitated at the man being such an instigator. Bobby glared at Crowley the way a snarling dog glares at a trespassing dog then turned to look at Jade.

"How could you?" he asked her in a disappointed tone.

"I…how do you know he's not lying? You just assume he's being honest?..." she asked, looking as though him being disappointed in her put her in physical pain.

"He may be a liar but I know you and you've always liked what ain't good for you. And that son of a bitch is the King of everything that ain't good for you."

"Uncle Bobby…I'm…I'm sorry." She stammered, knowing he was right, watching him shake his head and sigh.

"Do you know what he's done, Jade? What he is? The countless lives he's ruined over all the time he's existed? Hell, the bastard tricked me into sellin him my soul then wouldn't give it back."

"Oh, Bobby, that is such old news…I gave it back eventually, anyway." Said Crowley, taking his coat off and hanging it up.

"Yeah? And what about snatchin my soul when I died and trappin me in Hell before Heaven could take me?..." snapped Bobby, turning back to him.

"Again, old news. Besides, the boys got you where you were meant to go. It's over and done with." Retorted Crowley, placing his hands in his jean pockets, longing for one of his suits again.

"Things haven't been the same in a long time, Bobby. He's not our enemy anymore." Stated Dean, earning himself an irritated look from Sam, a smile from Cas, and an alarmed look from Bobby.

"You know, we done tried that before. How long does it work, Dean? It never lasts. As soon as he sees a way to screw us over, he's no longer an ally." Argued Bobby, attention snapping to Crowley as the King moved around the group towards Jade.

"Bobby, it's not the same. Nothing is the same. You haven't been here to understand what we mean." Said Dean, trying to reason with him.

"This whole argument is fascinating, truly. However, we have more pressing matters at hand than trying to make Robert trust me. I had you brought back for a handful of reasons. Wouldn't you like to know what those reasons are?..." asked Crowley, eyeing Bobby.

"Oh, enlighten me, your majesty…" retorted Bobby, sarcastically. Crowley chuckled, grinning at him as he answered.

"For one, the boys need you. They need your smarts, your guidance, your support. Secondly, you're the only hunter I know that would have any knowledge of what is going on and how to stop it. Lastly, I just missed your surliness and knew you didn't agree with such an early retirement." Explained Crowley.

"Well, ain't you just a thoughtful prick…" blurted Bobby, a little calmer then sighing before turning enough to punch Crowley in the face, effectively making the man's nose bleed as he stumbled back and nearly fell again.

"Fucking hell! I brought you back as a favor, you prat!" shouted Crowley as blood poured out of his throbbing nose, hoping it wasn't broken, marginally relieved when he ran finger and thumb down it to find that it was still fully intact.

"That was for putting your filthy hands on my niece. And everythin else you've ever done to piss me off." Retorted Bobby, seeming a lot happier now that he'd done that, thinking he should've done it a long time ago. Sam smiled and actually laughed softly, earning himself a "really?" look from Dean while Jade just face-palmed.

"Okay, we done with the initial aggression and hatred? Cause Crowley's right, this warlock is the bigger problem." Said Dean, looking between the two.

"If we get to where I've got information stashed, I'm sure I can find something on him." Replied Bobby, successfully calmer and in his usual mood.

"Brilliant. Wonderful. Someone want to get me a rag?..." asked Crowley, irritated and just letting the blood spill out and stain his clothing.

"Come on, we'll clean up the blood." Said Jade, grabbing Crowley by the arm and pulling him towards the room they stayed in their first night there, moving before Bobby or anyone else could say anything. He let her tug him out of the room and watched her shut the door behind them and heave a sigh.

"That was eventful." He blurted, speaking through blood. Jade moved into the bathroom then returned to him with a hand towel that was cold from the frigid air that had penetrated this part of the cabin.

"Sit down, shut up." She retorted, pushing on his chest to make him sit on the bed. He raised his eyebrows but did sit down.

"Not even going to apologize for your blessed uncle's rash response?" he asked then had to shut up as she pressed the cold towel to his face just below his bleeding nose, mopping up the blood.

"No, you were asking for it. If he hadn't done it, I would've. What the hell is the matter with you? Did you really think that would go down well? Better yet, couldn't you tell I didn't want him to know when I lied?" she snapped at him after wiping up the blood then pressing a clean part of the towel to his still bleeding nose, making it possible for him to speak again.

"Oh, well, thank you for scolding me, mum." He snapped back at her, greenish-brown gaze moving over her face. She made a point of pinching his neck before answering, giving a slight smile at his yelp from the pinch.

"You're welcome, daddy." She replied, deliberately. Earning herself a slightly squinted look from him.

"You're a filthy, little tease." He purred the words, eyes never leaving her as she pulled the towel off his face to see if his nose was still bleeding. Taking advantage of her attention being distracted, he reached out and grabbed her round the waist, pulling her onto his lap.

"And you're a handsy pervert. You don't hear me complaining." She said, trying to not smile as she pressed the towel back to his face, seeing the bleeding wasn't quite done but it was close.

"All I ever hear is you complaining, darling…"

"Whoever taught you how to flirt, didn't teach you how to do it nicely."

"Touche, brat." He retorted, hand slipping beneath her to grab her ass and give a possessive squeeze.

"Excuse you, I am not a brat. And I don't remember giving permission for your hands to roam." She said, pulling the towel away, glad to see the bleeding had stopped fully.

"I'm the King of Hell, I don't need permission." Said Crowley, cracking a mischievous, bloodstained grin and winking at her. Then he leaned in and pressed lips to the front of her neck, brushing them against her skin when he heard her gasp briefly.

"Crowley…" she muttered in a shaky tone, free hand moving into the hair at the back of his head.

"Yes, pet?..." he purred against her skin before nipping gently, knowing exactly how sensitive her neck was and exactly how he affected her.

"We can't do this right now…Bobby's out there…." She stammered, voice breaking slightly at the nip, her head leaning over on its own to bare her neck to his delicious assault.

"Doesn't matter. You're mine." Was his lowly purred response, almost a growl with the last word as he moved his lips up and nipped her earlobe. Jade gave a tug on his hair and decided between the choices of getting off his lap or giving in that it was much more enjoyable to not pull away. She moved so that she was straddling him, setting her legs on either side of his hips as her hand at the back of his head pulled him into a heated kiss.

Crowley grinned against her lips before deepening the kiss with a soft moan, spurred on by how tightly her hand gripped his hair. His sinful hands expertly slipped up under her shirt and unclasped her bra, moving back down to lift her sweatshirt off. Jade let him break the kiss and leaned back somewhat, yanking the fabric off and out of their way. The cold air in the room made goosebumps immediately rise on her skin, well, the cold and the simple feel of his hands, lips, and tongue as he leaned in and slide his tongue across her lips. Her hips naturally rolled against him, grinding down on his lap with another moan as she parted her lips for his tongue, meeting his with her own.

As soon as she felt him fully harden in his jeans beneath her, she grinded down against him again, breaking the kiss for air and a triumphant smirk as she heard his groan of response. He leaned in and bit down on her neck possessively as his hands slid her bra off of her. Trailing his lips down across her collarbone, down across a breast, he covered one of her peaks with his mouth, earning himself another moan and another tug on his hair. Jade moved her hands from his hair and to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as she could, needing, physically aching to have his skin against hers.

Once his shirt was unbuttoned he let it slide off his shoulders then pulled back from her and yanked off the t-shirt he had on as well, no longer in the role of the seducer, though he didn't even notice it. It seemed his body knew what he wanted better than he did, dropping his little game of seduction and needing to feel her moving with him, to hear her moans, mix their sweat. He wasn't sure if this was an ache brought on by currently being human or if he simply did just need her that badly. His hands moved down her bared sides and around to the front of her jeans, opening them as he leaned in and pressed lips to hers again. Not a soft kiss but a passionate, needy one as their lips moved together and she returned it exactly the same way. Breaking the kiss for the briefest moment, she stood and kicked her shoes off, pushing down her jeans and panties before straddling him again, immediately returning her lips to his. One of Jade's hands rested in his hair while the other opened his jeans, after which, Crowley lifted his hips enough that he could help her push his jeans down, letting them drop to rest at the top of the boots he still had on.

Jade set her hands at his shoulders and pushed him back to lay on the old mattress, moving up further onto it with him so that neither of them fell off. Reaching down she pushed his boxers down just enough to comfortably free him, his sigh of relief music to her ears. She leaned down and crushed her lips to his in a firm kiss before pulling back to set her eyes on his hazel ones, feeling her heart pounding in her chest from arousal and the look in his gaze. Positioning herself above him once she sat up, her hips slowly sank down on him, a loud breathy moan leaving her lips as his own groan broke the silence when he entered her, his hands tightly clasping her hips while he moved his own up to meet hers.

Xxxxxx

As Jade and Crowley disappeared to fix his bloody nose, Bobby heaved a sigh and looked at his boys.

"I don't like that. How in the hell could you three let that happen? Helpful or not, I'm gonna kill him for this when we're all done." Vowed Bobby, clearly still angry but mostly calmed down. Sam walked into the kitchen and poured coffee in three mugs, handing them out as they all sat down at the kitchen table.

"Bobby, it really is not what you think. I've seen how they act together when they think no one is watching. Which is when people show their true selves. He is not using or harming her." Said Castiel who then thanked Sam for the coffee and returned his gaze to Bobby.

"He is a pretty damn accomplished liar, Cas. I wouldn't trust anything he says or does. Why in the hell is he still alive? I thought the plan was to kill him when you finished the trials, Sam. Shoot him once he was human." Retorted Bobby, eyeing the younger Winchester, who then sighed.

"Honestly? We couldn't. We never finished the trials, Bobby. Dean wouldn't let me because if we finished, I'd be dead." Explained Sam, looking back at the old hunter, whose eyes widened a little bit and he gave a nod after a moment.

"Alright. Dean was right to stop you, then. I still don't get why he's alive. Human or not, if you boys had him tied down enough to do the trials, you had him tied down enough to kill him."

"Bobby, it's kinda like this. If he's not running Hell, someone else will be. Personally, between the choices of Lilith, Lucifer, and all the other dickbags we've seen in the past, I'd rather Crowley be running things down there. Yeah, you can't always trust him, but at least he's not trying to have the human race annihilated or conquer Heaven, or bring about the apocalypse. He's the only one who's actually helped us in the past, that's why he's still alive. Because he can be helpful." Argued Dean, a little forcefully, causing the other three men to look at him with surprised expressions. Bobby went quiet for a few moments, rubbed his beard, then heaved a sigh.

"What you're sayin is that we will never get rid of all the bad guys and he's a useful and somewhat tolerable one so we should keep him where he's at?" asked Bobby, eyes on Dean still.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Every time he's screwed us over, we've been able to undo what he did. There's no reason why we shouldn't be able to do that again if it comes to that."

"I still think we should kill him. Meg was right when she said he's always the problem." Said Sam, looking at his brother.

"We are not discussing this anymore. I love all three of you but if any one of you makes a move on him, I will stand in your way." Retorted Dean, giving his little brother a stern look. Sam opened his mouth to reply then his brows furrowed, as did the other three mens', as a loud moan issued from the bedroom.

"Yeah, good luck, Dean." Snapped Bobby as he got out of his seat to march towards that room, grabbing Sam's gun as he went. Dean jumped out of his seat and grabbed Bobby by the shoulders, pulling the man back down onto his chair.

"Stop. Alright? It's not like she's 16 or something. You wanna punch him again when they walk out here? Be my guest. I'll even hold him still for you. But no guns." Ordered Dean, feeling strange as he did so, having never talked to Bobby like that. He snatched Sam's gun out of his foster father's hand and put it in his own jeans.

The old hunter grit his teeth, visibly pissed once again, watching as Dean grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured a glass for Bobby, replacing the coffee with it. Bobby looked at him like he was gonna smack him in the head for a moment then took a long drink, thinking this was going to be a very difficult case to handle.

"I could take Bobby outside with me. I wanted to go for a walk since the snow is starting to melt." Offered Cas, knowing the man needed to get out of earshot of his niece and the King of Hell.

"I ain't a dog, Cas." Retorted Bobby as he stood up anyway, grabbing a coat as Cas did and following him out, glass of whiskey still in his hand.

*(( oh my fuck, that took forever to finish. I just could not get my brain moving enough. I'm so sorry that it took so long to post this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Leave me a review on your way out. ))*