"Turned out that it was a Coin of Mnemosyne." Shoulders slumping Bobby rubs at his face.

Staring down at his swirling whiskey, Crowley sorts through what Bobby has told him."So you were re-born and then got your memories back by touching the coin of a goddess."

"Yup."

"You've been busy," Raising his tumbler to take a drink Crowley pauses briefly. "James."

Shooting a glare at the demon Bobby grumbles. "Don't call me that."

Smirking Crowley is just about to retort when he remembers his earlier questions about the hunter's appearance.

Frowning Crowley looks him over once more. "How come you look the same?"

"Hell if I know." Eyebrows drawing together in confusion Bobby turns to look at the demon. "How do you know I look the same? We met when I was past fifty not..." Faltering Bobby interrupts himself and instead gesture at himself.

Simply humming in a non-committal way Crowley sips his whiskey redirecting the conversation. "Have you told Moose and Squirrel?"

"No."

"I'm your first? I'm honoured."

Not answering Bobby lets out a heavy breath, rubbing his face.

Inspecting the tired slope of the hunter's shoulders Crowley once more reaches for a second tumbler. "Want that drink now?"

Lowering his hands from his face Bobby shakes his head. "No."

Holding up the tumbler the demon waves it in front of Bobby. "You're sure?"

Stepping away the hunter suddenly sounds strangely defensive. "Yes."

Raising a brow at this odd reaction it takes a moment before he connect the dots and he has an epiphany. Grinning Crowley sets the tumblers down. "How old are you?"

Shoulders tense Bobby won't meet the demons eyes as bright red rises up his neck to his cheeks.

Smile tuning sharp Crowley's eyes fall to half mast as he looks the hunter over. "Don't want your first time to be with me?" Despite his relaxed posture Crowley has his hands clenched in white knuckled fists, stopping him from reaching out and take.

Face splotched in red Bobby finally looks up. "I'm trying to do things right this time around."

Chuckling Crowley takes a step closer. "By breaking and entering to consort with the King of the Crossroads?"

"What happened with the King of Hell title?"

Not letting himself be lead off topic Crowley simply shrugs. "To many death threats. Wasn't worth it. Now, how old are you, Robert?"

"Old enough to know not to drink with a demon."

Advancing on the hunter Crowley pouts. "Mummy and daddy wouldn't approve, huh?"

Head tilted the demon looks Bobby over. "Do you think they're looking for their darling boy? Should I expect to see your face on a milk carton?"

Meeting the hunters eyes Crowley steps closer, voice a purr. "If I return you will I get a reward?"

Jaw clenching Bobby looks away. "I'm eighteen, okay."

"18? How convenient."

Eyes narrowed Bobby looks back at the demon..

Unflinching Crowley meets the hunters eyes, smile shark like. "So legal then. Been planing something special, have we? "

Frowning Bobby looks briefly confused before his face scrunches up in distaste and he steps away from the demon.

Taking a deep breath Bobby drags a hand through his hair before closing his eyes releasing a weary sigh. "I had to be able to tie all the lose strings together. Bit hard when you're a minor."

"Could have simply used a fake id." Crowley states with a raised brow.

"Like I said, I'm trying to do things right this time around."

"No underage drinking, no fake id's. Let me guess, finished school too? How dull."

Looking exasperated Bobby simply stands there, not giving anything away.

Sighing Crowley stops his teasing, turning serious. "Why are you here, luv?"

"I need to know."

"Could you be more specific?"

"What happened after I, I died? The apocalypse?"

"Why don't you find and ask your hunting buddies?"

"Can't. It might raise suspicion."

"The Winchesters?"

"I don't..."

Hearing the hunter trail off Crowley easily fills in the blanks. "Don't want them to see you like this? What, you don't want to be their new younger then them step mum?"

Not answering Bobby just looks exhausted.

Letting out a deep breath Crowley gestures at the armchairs in the room. "Well then have a seat."

A/N: Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory in Greek mythology.

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