The Whiskey Thieves

The apartment was silent for once. Balthazar and Bobby were home alone today. Sam had taken Gabe to the new ice cream shop down the street to distract the angel from his busted wing and to give the others some peace from the constant complaining and tricksterness. Dean and Cas were supposed to be at home too, but Dean had decided that he and his angel had been cooped up in the tiny apartment too long and took Cas for a drive in the Impala. That left Balthazar and Bobby stuck together while Kevin and Charlie slept in. The two had sat through both Hobbit movies and the Lord or the Rings series before finally passing out at seven in the morning. Bobby had no problem hanging out with Balthazar. The middle angel wasn't as annoying as Gabe and didn't make him feel like he was stepping on glass like he felt when around Cas. That little angel was like a bomb if you even wrinkled his damn coat. Balthazar was the middle angel and had an equal amount of flaws and goods. Well, he had one flaw that made their time together fun. Alcohol. Bobby never gave the angel any of course, but that didn't mean he didn't drink it himself. With the spoil sports gone the two had come up with the best idea ever. Today they had something fun planned. They were going to steal Crowley's personal supply of booze. Neither of them could enter hell of course, but one little pup could.

"Custos!" Balthazar shouted, shaking the puppy awake. The hellhound was sleeping on the couch, draped in the blue baby blanket the angels always tugged around with them. An impatient grunt left Balthazar's mouth as the puppy continued to sleep peacefully. "Custos!" Balthazar shouted a little louder, shaking the hound a little harder. Custos snorted, rolling over on his back and turning his head to the side while looking at the angel. Balthazar smiled, scratching the pup's tummy while Bobby pulled out a treat and waved it in front of Custos' nose. The hellhound watched the treat, licking his chops with that big tongue of his.

"Want to help us out, Mutt?" Bobby asked, tossing the treat into the air. Custos jumped to his feet, leaping into the air, and snatching the treat. Bobby smirked down at Balthazar. "I think that's a yes." Balthazar jumped up and down excitedly, hugging Custos' neck and thanking the puppy. The hellhound pup nuzzled his little master and lowered himself to allow the angel to crawl onto the pup's back. Yapping happily the hellhound trotted into the living room after Bobby to receive his instructions. Once in the living room, Bobby lifted Balthazar off the dog and sat down on the rocking chair next to the couch.

"Alright, Custos, we need you to get Crowley's supply of booze from his mansion or whatever the hell he lives in now," Bobby instructed. Custos barked loudly, giving the hunter an affirmative. After giving a few more instructions, Bobby stepped back and nodded at Balthazar to give the order.

"Go fetch!" Balthazar cheered and Custos vanished in thin air. The two stared at the empty air that Custos had been standing in only seconds before. They had forgotten that Custos was a supernatural creature that was capable of vanishing and tearing throats out. Balthazar's stomach rumbled then, breaking both hunter and angel from their stupor. Bobby swung Balthazar over his shoulder, carrying the angel to the kitchen to make some lunch while they wait. Who knows how long it would take and waiting with an empty stomach was never a good idea. The old hunter plopped the angel down on the counter and started to pull a bag of bacon from the fridge. He held up the bag and Balthazar nodded his head fiercely in agreement to the yummy choice for their lunch. Bobby whipped out a pan, starting to fry everything up with a little help from Balthy. It was only when a bark sounded behind them that they turned away from their mouth-watering bacon. He and Balthazar turned, surprised to see Custos sitting on the floor with a bottle of whiskey in his mouth. Well, that was quick.

"Yeah, Custos!" Balthazar cheered, flying off the counter and landing next to the puppy. Bobby finished up with putting the bacon in the pan before kneeling down by the pup and swapping the whiskey with a handful of uncooked bacon. Custos swallowed the treat whole and Bobby took a swig of the stolen whiskey. A hum pushed past Bobby's lips as his throat burned at the touch of the caramel colored liquid. "Hey! What about me?" Balthazar shouted, pouting as Bobby hogged the stolen goods that they both had contributed in stealing. Well, technically Custos did all the work, but what does a hellhound want with whiskey anyway? Bobby glanced at the angel, tossing a juice box his way. Balthazar caught the box and glared at it in disgust. Was this some sort of sick joke? Bobby laughed as he took another sip and watched the angel poke at the juice box.

"Crowley's not going to be a happy camper when he finds out we swiped his stuff. Better he smells the liquor on me than you," the hunter stated simply. Balthazar let out a huff, sipping on his juice. "Plus, I'm not going to hold your head over the toilet," Bobby added.

"You're no fun, Uncle Bobby," Balthazar grumbled. The old hunter looked in the corner of his eye at the angel. This had been the first time any of the angels had called him their uncle. Sure, it happened once or twice on cases, but those didn't count. Balthazar had said it like it was a perfectly normal thing to say. The tiny angel caught Bobby's staring and rose a brow at him.

"What? Rather I call you gramps?" Balthazar teased. A smirk played across Bobby's lips and he poured a little whiskey into a cup before handing it to Balthy. The angel's eyes widened and the old man gave him a wink.

"Just don't tell your mom and dad or I'm going to turn into that bacon Custos just swallowed." Balthazar nodded, downing his drink. He stopped, frowning at the liquid in his cup.

"This is apple juice!" Balthazar cried, wrinkling his nose at his cup like it had just spat at him. Bobby frowned, looking at his own whiskey bottle before taking a sip. Sure enough. The whiskey was now replaced by cheap apple juice.

"What the hell –"

"You didn't really think it would be that easy to steal from me, did you?" Crowley questioned after popping up in the room with his own bottle of whiskey. He sat down in a chair by the television, ignoring how Custos growled at him. With a snap of the king of hells fingers he poured himself a glass and sent the whiskey bottle back to where ever it had been hidden before. "Call me a tattle tail or just a guy that likes to watch a good shout, but I wonder what the mama bears are going to think of this?" Crowley mused, turning the TV on and changing the channel to HBO with just a flick of his wrist as he awaited the return of both Winchesters. A terrified look passed over both Balthazar and Bobby's faces.

"Balls!" they both cried. Looks like Custos was getting more bacon tonight. Instead of pork it would be 50% Angel and 50% human.


Thank you darkeyesgirl for the request. Rewrote this one a couple times, but I think I finally got it. Enjoy some Bobby and Balthazar bonding! Also…THIS FIC HAS HIT A GRAND TOTAL OF 50 CHAPTERS! I honestly never thought it would get this far and I'm happy to say it won't be ending anytime soon. I have so many ideas planned for this it's unbelievable. Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited, followed, and given requests. I would never have made it this far without you all.