Warnings: Blood

**This has been edited by Queen0fHearts

Chapter 10

While he didn't want to doubt that Loki would take care of the Winchesters as well as Ellen and Jo, Bobby couldn't help but worry while they were away trying to take out The Devil. Thankfully he had his work to distract him, taking a couple of phone calls to impersonate a ranking FBI agent and trying to see what he could find about tracking down the other horsemen. It was a surprise and a shock when the hunter suddenly wasn't alone, and his small study was filled with the people he had seen off only a couple of hours before. One look at Jo, however, and Bobby was cursing, shoving the books and papers he had on his desk aside for the god to place her down on the flat surface.

"Gonna need more than a pinprick, and quickly. I can only keep her stable for a few more minutes." Bobby didn't question Loki. Instead he pulled out one of the drawers of his desk and fished out a hunting knife. By the time he had the knife to the palm of his hand, making the cut deep enough to bleed freely, Loki had taken off his shirts and was now placing a hand, covered in blood, on Jo's stomach. There was a look of fierce concentration on the god's face, one Bobby had never seen on the blond before. Instead of looking for the amulet that Loki had given him when he first took on his role as High Priest, Bobby placed his bleeding hand over the god's heart and started to chant.

Closing his eyes, Bobby focused his will to the tie that had formed between him and his god. It wasn't something he had given conscious thought about. However, Bobby couldn't deny that there was a connection between them, a link, and he pushed as much energy as he possibly could through it. The hunter didn't know how much time passed. All he knew was that his focus was on giving his god as much as he could. His head soon felt light and his mouth became dry from chanting, but still Bobby continued until there was gentle pressure on the side of his face.

Though it broke the steady stream he had been giving Loki, Bobby opened his eyes to focus in on honey-golden ones watching him with a fond expression. The hand cupping his cheek still had blood on it, but Bobby ignored the sickly feeling in his gut at knowing it belonged to Jo to pay attention to whatever Loki needed from him. "You can stop now Robert. You know for a hunter I have never had anyone be able to channel their soul-energy quite like you without instruction before. You did beautifully." Ignoring those in the room, the god leaned forward and slotted their lips together.

The kiss didn't last long, Bobby too worn to put anything into it and Loki was most likely feeling the effects of having done such a drastic healing. When they parted, the god pressed his forehead against Bobby's for a moment, his voice hushed so only the hunter could hear him. "Once we're done here and you've rested a bit I plan on showing you exactly how much it pleases me that you gave me your energy so flawlessly, how you bled for me without question. I'll let you rest up first considering I plan on wrecking you." What remaining blood Bobby had rushed south at the promise in those words.

"Oh, come on!" both men turned to Dean who had thrown his hands in the air while voicing his complaint. "Seriously, Jo just nearly died, and you guys are trying to get each other worked up with us all in the room?!" Most wouldn't have noticed it, but Bobby could hear the slight teasing edge to Dean's voice, the way there was a slight tug to the side of his mouth. Somehow, Loki saving Jo had done the impossible. Dean approved. Watching as Loki rolled his eyes, hand on Bobby's shoulder, the older hunter had to fight back a grin from spreading across his lips. His god and his family were getting along, something he didn't think would ever happen, and from the soft rise and fall of Jo's chest it seemed like they all came out of their suicide mission relatively whole.

Opening his mouth to speak, Bobby was interrupted by Ellen who had her daughter's hand clasped in her own. "Thank you," her gratitude was directed to Loki, her eyes locked on him.

"You're welcome. Now I need to recharge my mojo for a bit… think you two boys can handle getting the young lady somewhere more comfortable than a desk?" Though Sam went up to Jo and moved around Ellen to lift her unconscious body, Dean bit his bottom lip for a second before speaking.

"Listen I know you're low on juice right now… but Cas is still back there we lost him early on…"

Bobby near hit his forehead at the balls Dean was showing. Loki was damn near falling he was so drained. The hunter could feel how the god was holding himself up slightly by the hand resting on his shoulder. "I'll try to get your angel if he doesn't make it out by himself after the ritual is done. I'm in no condition to go after The Devil or whatever else kind of hell is there right now. Once Death is on the board Lucifer will most likely let your angel wait it out. He'd be more interested in trying to corrupt him than harm him so long as Castiel knows when to shut his mouth."

There was a slight twitch to the hand that was resting on his shoulder which made Bobby look up at the god. Loki wasn't in any condition to try and take on anything right then, and while Bobby wanted to help he didn't think he had much more he could give. A quick glance at the clock let Bobby know they had at least a few hours before midnight. "How about we take a break? Death should rise at midnight, right? You shoot a prayer to Cas and let him know where we everyone is, Loki and I will go about trying to get some mojo going again."

Seeing the grimace on Dean's face at the remark of restoring Loki's power, Bobby didn't bother to mention how he was too tired to do it their typical way. Nonetheless Dean left the room, leaving Bobby and Loki alone for a moment as Dean shut the door behind him. Letting go a large sigh, Bobby leaned back fully in his chair with a slump, pulling off his ball cap and tossing it onto his desk, thankfully away from the blood he would have to clean out of the wood later. Loki wasn't doing much better, the god groaning before looking at Bobby for a second.

For a moment the hunter thought Loki was going to leave. There was a certain feel to the way he was looking at him now like he was debating on running. If Cas was alive and well it would stand to reason that the god would want to lick his wounds somewhere he would be safe. Instead the blond sighed before swiftly plopping himself down on Bobby's lap, his arms wrapped around the hunter's neck, and pressing their foreheads together. "I got enough mojo to get us to your bed but that will about tap me out. Think you can put up with me touching you for a few hours until midnight? I don't think either of us has the energy for a proper ritual."

Leaning up, Bobby pulled the god's lips to his own in response, and no sooner did their lips meet than the hunter found himself on his bed laying on his back with Loki resting on top of him. They were under the blankets; the god having magicked their clothes away. The blond pressed their bodies as close together as possible, one leg hooked over Bobby's while resting against his chest. "Sleep if you want, I can get enough energy to function from this," murmured the god while lightly trailing his fingers along Bobby's arm and side. Not wanting to protest considering he was barely keeping his eyes open, Bobby tightened his hold around Loki before closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax into sleep.

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