So this little group here is sort of special. Sam has a kid (adopted) named Johnny who Bobby regularly watches over. Beforehand, Bobby was kidnapped by a demon, which is where his wound came from. Let me know if you have any other questions!
• Heal : My character will tend to your character's wounds, or be at their side when they're sick.
"I told you, Robert." Crowley sighed as he placed Bobby onto his bed in the back room. "You really need to listen to me more often."
"Shut up, idgit!" Bobby managed to snarl out from in between the gasps of pain. Crowley went to the cabinet where he had packed in the first aid kit; coming over to Singer's residence as often as he was doing meant it was beyond time to add in some of his own things. Like a first aid kit which Bobby conveniently forgot to use when he should, especially with a wound like the one that he had.
And now he had managed to pull out the stitches in his side.
"You're lucky the boys had Johnny with them for a ride in that little car of theirs. I doubt a toddler would have been happy seeing all of this blood on the ground."
"It ain't that much! Let me- BALLS!" Crowley pushed the hunter back down on the bed, the entire kit in hand.
"Quit moving! You are already bleeding out far more than you should!" the demon hissed, grabbing a towel and pressing it against Bobby's side. "You are such a sodding moron! I thought you out of anyone here would know when to take a break!"
Crowley guided Bobby's hand to the towel, forcing him to press it into his side, as he unpacked the gauze, antiseptic, and wraps, as well as a roll of thread and a needle. Placing everything in a place where he could easily reach it by sitting near Bobby, Crowley rolled his sleeves up and got to work.
"What are you doing, demon?" Bobby snarled, his forehead perspiring with sweat from the pain.
"Shut up, grizzly. I'm working."
"Working? You're going to stab me!"
"Bloody hell yes I am going to be stabbing you. I'm sodding fixing you up, you twat!"
Bobby looked ready to snap back a reply until Crowley glared at him. Pouring the antiseptic onto the gauze, he removed the towel from the wound, and started cleaning it.
"Hold still now, Robert." He murmured, threading the needle with the end of the string. "It may sting a bit."
"Yeah, like the freaking medicine you just hosed me down with didn't!"
"Bobby Singer, I am trying to make sure you don't bleed out in your bed. Now will you please shut up, and hold still, so I can finish this?"
Crowley then started re-stitching the wound closed, focusing intently on moving the needle back and forth and ignoring the slight tremors that the old hunter was making. It seemed to take forever until he was snipping the thread off and pulling the bandages around Bobby's waist.
"You better appreciate what I'm doing for you, you idiot." Crowley sighed as he taped the end of the bandage.
Bobby sat on the bed, breathing heavily. "You've done this before?" Crowley shrugged.
"It's a bit easier to do it on someone else. Holy Water and salt tend to slow down healing for future references." Crowley started cleaning up, his hands steady as he used a wet cloth to mop up the blood stains. He would need to go through the house in a few minutes to clean any other bloodstains.
"Did you get caught by hunters or something?"
"Tell me about Edwin and I'll tell you." Crowley never looked up from his working hands.
It was a few minutes later, when Crowley had just finished cleaning up the last of the stains when they heard the sound of a door opening.
"Bollocks." Crowley cursed, hearing the voices of the three other members of the household change from jovial to worried in a span of a few seconds.
"Bobby! Bobby!" they could hear Dean running into the room, obviously following the blood trail that had been left behind when getting Bobby into his room.
Crowley sighed and moved over to help Bobby stand. Struck by a sudden impulse, he leaned forward and pulled Bobby into a kiss before pulling him up to his feet, holding him steady so the hunter wouldn't fall. They had barely made it two steps before the door was slammed open and the older Winchester stood in the doorway, seeing the medical kit on the dresser and how Crowley was practically carrying the injured man.
"What happened?" he said as he moved to help hold some of the weight.
"His wound reopened." Crowley said curtly. Dean nodded and the two walked together to the living room to put Bobby on the couch where Johnny and Sam were waiting.
Talk about some sort of dysfunctional family thing. Crowley thought, wryly.
((Stupid ending, but I don't care! haha, its out!))