Circa two decades later

Frowning at the racket coming from the hall Crowley stands from his desk. "What are those damned idiots doing?"

Marching over to the door he's just about to open it when he hears a whimper and a thud. Hesitating he takes a moment to simply listen.

Not hearing anything he slowly opens the door only to be met by a pair of long lost familiar eyes.

Standing there stunned, Crowley watches a smirk spread on the too young face. "Hello, princess."

"Robert?"

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Throwing back the scotch Crowley swallows deeply before pouring a new drink.

Leaning on his desk Crowley closes his eyes taking a moment to collect himself. Opening his eyes he turns to stare at the young man, Robert, perusing his bookshelves.

Feeling the demon's gaze roam over his back Bobby looks over his shoulder raising an eyebrow. "You're done freaking out?"

Raising his tumbler of whisky Crowley takes a long swig before gesturing in the general direction of the human. "How is this possible? And why do you look like a frat boy?"

Fully turning to the demon Bobby looks him over with a incredulous expression. "Frat boy? Why do you look like a bad clone of the bastard you possessed last?"

"What can I say? This style is a classic." Smirking he rests back on the edge of the desk.

Crossing his arms Bobby leans against on the bookshelf. "Smarmy British bastard is a classic?"

Lip curling Crowley swirls his whisky. "Well, blonde American bimbo never suited me."

"Ah, so it's the hair. Got a thing for brunettes?"

Taking a sip of his drink Crowley glances up at Bobby's floppy head of hair. You could say that.

Smirking he setts down the now empty crystal tumbler. "It's more about first impressions. They are kind of important in my line of work."

Glancing towards the still open door he notes that there's a dead underling staining they parquet floor with blood.

Raising a brow Crowley nods towards the door. "By the way. Bursting into someone's home killing their employees might be seen as rude and therefore give a bad first impression."

Pushing off the bookshelf Bobby walks up to the door closing it. "There's billions where they came from."

Scoffing Crowley turns to pour himself a new drink. "But only a handful of them are actually competent."

Pouring a couple of fingers for himself he watches Bobby out of the corner of his eye as he sits down on the edge of the desk next to him.

"Drink?" Already reaching for an other tumbler Crowley halts in surprise as he hears the answer.

"No, thanks."

Looking back at Bobby he raises an eyebrow before letting out a breath. "Suit yourself."

Turning Crowley leans back on the desk next to Bobby. "So how are you here? Shouldn't you be spending an eternity up among the clouds?"

"I broke out."

Choking on his drink the demon can only stare before asking in an incredulous voice. "You broke out of heaven?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I couldn't just abandon the boys."

"You're about two decades late, luv."

"I know."

"So that explains how you're down here, but not why you're here. Or why you remember anything."

"Well..."

A/N: In the memories/flashbacks of Bobby's youth the actor playing young him is brunette. So I'm gonna assume his hair went lighter with age. :3