A/N: Still no beta. Appreciate corrections of grammar and spelling.
Waking up Bobby groans as he stretches. Sitting up he rubs his eyes, "What...?" Remembering last night he moans burying his face in his hands. "Dammit."
For a moment he simply sits in the bed. Frowning he looks down at himself. Confused he stares down at his bare feet and wiggles his toes. Did Crowley take them off? Frowning he looks from his shoes-less feet to the rest of himself that are still fully clothed.
Dragging a hand over his face he stands, looking around the room. "Well, then." Standing there awkwardly Bobby bounces on the balls of his feet. Eyes flickering around the room Bobby smiles as he gets an idea
Walking around the room he opens the nightstands and dresser, sadly finding nothing interesting. Letting out a disappointed sigh he, turns to what appears to be a closet doors.
Opening the doors he snorts. "Of course the bastard got a walk in closet."
Walking into the closet he looks over the suits hanging in neat rows, all finely pressed. Opening a couple of drawers he finds fancy watches and silk ties.
Just when he's ready to give up his snooping Bobby spots something in the far back. "Since when do you wear plaid?" Smirking he reaches for it. Maybe it's a kilt.
Grabbing it he frowns when he sees what it actually is.
"What?" Stunned he stares at the old worn flannel shirt with oil stains. Or to be more specific, his old oil stained flannel shirt. But that can't be, can it?
Hesitating he brings the soft fabric up to his face and takes a deep breath through his nose. The old familiar smell of an other life hitting him like a ton of bricks. The scent of old books, guns and oil is as strong as if he had just worn it yesterday. But that doesn't make any sense.
Looking the shirt over he finds a small embroidered preservation spell at the nape. Starring down at the embroidery Bobby thinks back on all his experiences with the demon and why he might have stolen a shirt from him.
Stroking a finger over the glimmering gold threads he reevaluates all the flirting and innuendos. Ignoring the heath rising to his cheeks Bobby smirks down at the shirt. "My turn to catch you of guard."
A/N: Sorry for the mega late update. I'm going to make shorter chapters in an attempt to update more often than every other year.