Running his hand through his hair Bobby makes it stand out in all directions. "Know what, I think I'll have that drink now."
Not commenting Crowley simply stands to get him a glass. No one can really blame anyone from being propelled to drink after being told what Bobby's just been.
Handing over the tumbler Crowley watches the hunter slump back into the armchair. Sitting down the demon raises a brow as Bobby gulps down the whiskey then holds out the now empty tumbler for Crowley to fill back up.
Filling the glass back up Crowley glances between the tumbler and hunter. "You seem to be taking this well."
Letting out a heavy breath Bobby meets the demon's eyes. "Sure great." Raising the tumbler Bobby drinks down half of it.
Leaning back Crowley nurses his own tumbler of whiskey, enjoying the relative silence only occasionally interrupted every now and then by the odd question from Bobby.
Watching Bobby drink tumbler after tumbler of whiskey, like the harden alcoholic he once was, Crowley curiously notes how the hunter's voice quickly grows slurry and his movements clumsy.
"Maybe you should slow down."
Chugging the whiskey in one go, Bobby holds up the now empty glass. "Yeet."
Face scrunched up in distaste Crowley puts down his own tumbler. "You're cut off."
"Ams not."
Standing up Crowley takes the tumbler away from the pouting hunter before he looks down, scrutinising him."You really are a frat boy, aren't you?"
"No. No. I... I never have, have went..." Frowning Bobby shakes his head. "Gone. Gone to College."
"Colour me surprised." Leaning down Crowley grabs Bobby and pulls him up from the armchair.
Swaying Bobby leans heavily on the demon. "Whay-What color is surprise?"
Feeling the hot press of Bobby's body against him Crowley grits his teeth as he tries to shake the impulse that tells him that it would be so easy to simply push the hunter back down and...
Taking in a deep breath Crowley ignores the impulse and Bobby's question and starts to move them towards his bedroom.
Seemingly deep in thought Bobby thankfully keeps quiet up until they enter the demon's room.
"Blue is sad. Is-is lonely blue too?"
Rolling his eyes Crowley doesn't deem to answer the hunter with words and instead dumps him on the bed.
Momentarily disorientated Bobby blinks confused before he drunkenly smiles up at Crowley, stretching his arms over his head. "I'm less." Yawning Bobby closes his eyes. "Less blue now."
Ignoring the drunk hunters ramblings Crowley simply hums. Leaning down he grabs one of Bobby's feet and starts to untie the shoelaces.
Face completely relaxed, a serene smile plays at the corners of Bobby's mouth. "Got you now."
Absentmindedly Crowley hums in response before the words registers. "What?" Frowning he finally looks up from divesting Bobby of his shoes but the hunter is already asleep.
Dropping the shoe carelessly to the floor Crowley stares down at the unconscious human, T-shirt ridding up his midriff. Growling in frustration he turns walking over to the bedroom door. Glancing behind himself he looks at the hunter lying on his bed.
Hands tightening on the door Crowley watches as Bobby chest rises as he breaths.
Door creaking under his increasingly hard grip the demon determinately closes his eyes, forcing himself to turn away from the hunter currently sprawled invitingly on his bed.
Letting out a heavy breath Crowley lets go of the door and reaches for the light switch. "Goodnight, Robert."
Turning the lights off he leaves, shutting the door behind himself.
A/N: Dear Bobby hasn't built up his tolerance for alcohol in this body. Ain't no good idea to chug whiskey like a pro the first time you drink.
Thought I'd explain what Bobby meant in the previous chapter with doing things right.
Drinking- He was planing to avoid becoming a drunk that uses alcohol as a coping mechanism. He hasn't "completely" failed yet.
Fake ID – Mostly didn't want to admit that he had to wait until he was 18 because of his parents. I mean if he would have up and disappear they would have never stopped looking for him. And having his face on the news wouldn't be good. Now as he is 18 he is legally an adult and could leave without worry. Also what use would he have been as a 13 year old trying to be a hunter? There's also the fact that he kinda didn't want to be a high school drop out. 'Sides a fake ID is pretty useless for some teens despite the number on the plastic card saying adult their physical appearance might say fourteen. You may draw your own conclusions about Bobby's case.
The Boys- He's been gone for 20 years and suddenly he shows up as a teenager? Nope. No way. He needs to do all the preliminary research before. All the planing.