Chapter Twenty-Eight

Moonlit Kiss

TW/CW: Sex, PTSD symptoms, mentioned torture, implied (prior) sexual asult
There is a sexual encounter (lime) at the end of the chapter. I have marked where it begins. There is no more story after it, so feel free to skip it.

Bobby's House: July 19, 2010

"We ready to head out?" Dean asked as he threw the last duffle bag into the trunk.

Bobby sighed. "We ain't gonna get any more prepared." He glanced toward the porch to see Sam talking with Rowena. Out of the group, Sam seemed to have warmed to the witch the most. He didn't bother to question it. Pot calling kettle and all that crap.

Dean hummed and leaned against his car. "Where were you yesterday?"

Bobby frowned, glancing toward him. The hard look in Dean's eyes made it clear he already knew what was going on.

"Castiel ratted me out, didn't he?"

"Just tell me why?" Dean hissed. "I had to stop Cas from smiting Crowley last night!"

"I'm surprised Azrial didn't say anything," Bobby mused. "Don't worry about it. I had to argue with him for close to an hour to get that deal."

"That doesn't make it better!" Dean snapped. "What the hell was worth it?" Bobby was silent, not sure how to explain his feelings to Dean. "Well?"

Bobby snorted at the harsh demand, but wasn't blind to the concern shining in Dean's eyes. "It's a precaution," he said. "Crowley made me swear to break the contract when the battle was over."

Dean frowned, but looked thoughtful at his admission. "That's it?"

"That's it," he promised. "We wanted to…look, don't say shit to Azrial, ya got me?" At Dean's nod he continued. "We wanted to fix her armband, but there ain't a soul alive who could do that. Crowley was able to bring someone back, but he needed a soul to do so. I'm the one who made him keep it after the fact."

"So, what, there is some Roman walking around in modern times?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Well, not some Roman," he muttered. Honestly, he was still reeling from Marcus showing up. He'd even tried to give the Valerius ring back to Azrial, but the archangel flat out refused to take it. She'd argued the protection it offered was invaluable, especially since his anti-possession tattoo had been broken by scar was massive, but neither of his lovers seemed to mind it.

"Bobby, you know what you're doing, right?"

"Do any of us?" he asked. "Look, I'm not worried about Crowley running off with my soul. Azrial would kick his ass if he tried. If it makes ya feel better though, the stipulation for my soul's return at the end of the battle is in the contract."

Dean huffed, but lost some of the tension in his shoulders. "It doesn't," he admitted. "If I'm honest, it's hard to set aside all the feelings I have against demons, but…"

"But?" he asked, making Dean turn away.

"But I can see you're happy, so I'll let it go. I have to tell Sam though. We promised not to keep secrets from each other anymore, and this is a big one."

"That's fine. Tell him to come talk to me if he wants."

"I will." Dean tilted his head. "Can Cas come talk to you too?"

"Of course," he said. "I'd worry if he didn't."

"Just…be safe, okay?" Dean asked. "We couldn't handle losing you, old man."

Bobby couldn't help but smile at Dean's words. "I ain't going anywhere anytime soon."

"Better not. Wouldn't put it past Azrial or Crowley to drag you kicking and screaming back to life."

"The horror," he said drily. "Go get your brother so we can head out."

"Will do. I'll text you the spot we are stopping at overnight."

Bobby moved toward his truck when Dean walked off. He was in the middle of checking his weapons when Azrial joined him. She leaned against the tailgate, watching cars pass by on the road.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"No," she muttered. "But that hardly matters."

"Something wrong?" He opened the backdoor to make sure the seats were clear. It had been a while since he had more than two people in his pickup at any time.

"Why did you make a deal with Crowley?"

The question made him freeze. It seemed this was going to be a common conversation today.

"It's part of a surprise for you," he said before turning to her. "Are you willing to wait, and trust me?"

She nodded slowly. "That's it?"

"And I wanted to make sure if anything happened to me, either you or Crowley would be able to reach me. The idea of being locked in Heaven ain't exactly-"

Bobby didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. Azrial had thrown herself into his arms and was kissing him fiercely. He hadn't seen her move, but decided not to question it. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her back. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

"Be careful," she whispered. "If your soul enters Hell, you can't go to Heaven. I'd never forgive myself if we won and you weren't able to see your wife because of this."

"Don't worry so much, princess." He brushed his knuckles against her cheek, trying to ease the concern in her eyes. "I ain't planning on dying."

She laughed bitterly and slowly pulled away. "That's what they all say," she said. "Just…don't be reckless, please?"

"Ya know I can't promise that. Our lives guarantee the need to be reckless at times. Hell, we're going after your damn brother today."

"I know, and I wish you weren't coming. I wish I could just," she gestured vaguely and sighed in frustration. "It doesn't matter."

"You can't wrap people in cotton wool," he whispered. "Trust me."

"I know." Her voice was tight and her brows pinched together. "I know, and yet I always find myself wishing I could. Isn't that the definition of insanity?"

"I'd argue that shows how much you care," he said. "Then again, maybe I'm insane too."

She rested her forehead against his chest, pressing herself close. He rested his chin against her head, letting her take the time she needed to compose herself. The past few days had been hell, and he was still raw from everything that had happened. He still wasn't sure what Argan had done to Azrial before he'd been captured, and she hadn't volunteered that information. Crowley had quietly pulled him aside to let him know she was acting similar to how she did after her stint in Hell. The demon had advised him to allow her to cling if it didn't cause discomfort, and hopefully she'd be fine in a week or so. He'd also been told not to push her to talk, and she'd open up if she felt comfortable.

It was actually kinda adorable to see Crowley fret over Azrial. He just wished this wasn't the situation causing it.

Someone cleared their throat, making him glance up. He raised an eyebrow at Sam, who leveled him with a knowing look. Great, Dean had already blabed.

"We're ready to head out. What about you?"

"Just waitin' on Crowley."

Sam hummed as Azrial pulled away from his chest. She stayed in his arms and he felt her push up slightly to look over his shoulder. "He's coming down the porch steps now," she said.

"There ya go," Bobby nodded.

"Alright, we'll go get the car started. See you at the motel."

Sam headed toward the car just as Crowley walked up, and Bobby snorted at the dirty look he directed at the demon. To Crowley's credit, he ignored it.

"Let's get this train wreck over with," Crowley huffed.

Line Break

Crowley watched Azrial settle on the edge of the king sized bed, one knee pulled up to her chin. They'd reached the motel near Gabriel's hideout, but everyone had agreed to wait until tomorrow to make a move on him. Bobby was cleaning his pistol, clearly looking for something to distract himself. Azrial was watching Bobby's movements, almost transfixed. He doubted her mind was anywhere near focused on the hunter's actions.

"You both need rest," he said flatly.

Bobby paused, setting the cylinder down on the table. "I'll sleep later."

"It's almost one in the morning," he intoned.

"Early night then," Bobby snorted, picking up the barrel to clean next.

Crowley growled in frustration, glancing at Azrial. "Can I get some help?"

She shrugged, dropping her gaze. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

"What do you need?" he asked her. "Like last time, I refuse to read your mind to find out."

Bobby glanced in their direction, but didn't pause his task. Azrial had been quiet most of the drive, and he didn't doubt the man was worried about her. It took a few minutes, but Azrial finally looked up.

"I just want to be close to you both," she muttered.

"Close how?" he probed.

She snorted softly. "I don't know. Just close. I'm feeling…disgusting again. No surprise, I guess. Maybe I should go shower."

Crowley winced, biting back the desire to shoot down her idea. He remembered keenly having to drag her out of an hours-long shower after pulling her out of the pit. It was an experience he had no wish to relive.

"Will that actually help?" Bobby quietly asked.

"Probably not," Azrial sighed.

Silence washed over the room. Bobby put down the barrel of his pistol and made his way over to the bed. He sat down next to Azrial, taking her hand. Crowley raised an eyebrow, wondering what the man had planned.

"What type of closeness are you looking for?" Bobby asked. "Are you lookin' more for affection or sex?"

Azrial blinked slowly, clearly not having expected the question. "I don't know," she admitted. "Either? Both?" She paused, glancing at him before looking back at Bobby. "I guess whatever you're comfortable with."

Bobby hummed in the back of his throat. "Would a shower help you relax?"

Azrial bit her lip. "Maybe," she whispered. "But…I know myself. I'll end up staying in there far too long."

"How bout this," Bobby said gently. "Why don't you go grab a short shower, say 20 minutes or so, and Crowley and I will get into something more comfortable. When you get out, we can see where things go."

"Can one of you grab me if I'm in there longer?"

The tentative question made Crowley's throat tighten. Bobby had diffused a tense situation with seemingly little effort. He could kiss the man for his handling of everything, because he truly wasn't sure how to help Azrial at times like this. Emotional intimacy simply wasn't his strong suit.

"Course," Bobby said. He gently pushed Azrial up. "Now go, we'll be here."

She nodded, kissing Bobby on the cheek. She did the same to him, before heading to the bathroom and shutting the door softly. The moment the sound of water was heard, Bobby dropped his head into his hands.

"Was she like this last time?" the hunter asked.

"Yes, but she didn't talk. Then again, I didn't know the right questions to ask."

Bobby sighed and looked up at him. "What do you think she needs?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I think she's chasing the feeling of safety, and to her that's what we represent."

"Then I suggest we let her take the lead," Bobby said.

"That won't work in a sexual situation. She's rather-"

"Submissive," Bobby cut him off. "Yeah. I noticed. It ain't just in sexual situations either."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Here I thought that would fly under your radar."

"She hides it well." Bobby stood up, shrugging off his flannel. "But she always glances at you, waiting for you to take the lead. If I had to guess, her marriage to Marcus played a large part in that. The expectations of a Roman wife were rather strict."

"That makes more sense then I care to admit." Crowley paused, mulling it over. "I know she uses it as stress relief as well. One less thing, or this case person, to worry about." He snorted, a smile tugging at his lips. "It also shows a disgusting amount of trust."

"She loves us," Bobby whispered. "I felt it when she was in my head. It was freakin' overwhelming."

"Does that bother you?" he asked after a moment of silence. "I realize it may be far too soon for you to experience something like that."

"It should be, shouldn't it?" the man mused. "I should be running in the opposite direction of you two."

"And yet?" he prompted.

"And yet, here I am. Trying to figure out how to make her feel even a fraction of how special she made me feel."

"I'm starting to wonder what the hell happened between you two when I left that pretty head of yours."

Bobby chuckled, tossing his hat on the nightstand. "She just reassured me of something that's bugged me for years. Don't worry about it, your highness."

"Well, you handle the feelings and I'll make sure she doesn't purify either of us."

Bobby's quiet laughter was worth the vulnerability he was showing. He'd slowly been adjusting to the fact Azrial wouldn't hold his emotional distance against him. Bobby added another layer of complexity to the equation, but he found the man was actually rather private as well. It created a comfortable atmosphere, and allowed him to slowly lower his walls. Even if only with Azrial and Bobby.

"What is your limit?" he asked seriously. "She can be a bit…overzealous at times." He further explained at Bobby's confused look. "Instincts can be cruel, especially when stressed. If you tell me, I'll make sure to pull her away if things get too heated."

"I appreciate the concern," Bobby said. "But I ain't actually against having sex. Kinda like you, I'm more worried about the emotional crap."

"Well then, that makes this situation far less stressful. Minus the question of whose in charge."

"Oh, don't even try it," Bobby warned him. "She may bottom for you, but I sure as hell won't."

"Well then, you'll just have to take charge, pet."

The look Bobby pinned him with sent a shiver straight down his spine. Here he thought the hunter wouldn't have it in him. Well, he was always happy to be proven wrong in that regard.

"Maybe I'll finally take that ego of yours down a notch," Bobby growled.

He was about to respond when the bathroom door quietly opened. Azrial stumbled out, her skin looking flushed from the hot water. She had a large towel wrapped around her, and glanced between them.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Her half-hearted teasing brought his libido back under control, and he glanced at Bobby. The man clearly had a better grasp on what to say then he did, and obviously didn't mind being in control.

"Not at all, princess. Feel better?" Bobby asked.

"Well, I didn't scrub my skin raw," she said. "So, that's good. Sometimes I wonder if anyone was meant to live this damn long."

"It's the mileage, not the years." Bobby countered and Azrial snorted. "Come're."

Azrial didn't hesitate, and Bobby pulled her onto his lap when she was close enough. She buried her face in his neck, sinking into his arms with a pleased sigh. She reached out a hand toward Crowley, and he snorted and sat on the bed next to Bobby. Azrial's fingers quickly laced through his, and he could practically see the tension beginning to bleed off her.

"Comfortable?" Bobby's teasing question elected an amused exhale from Azrial.

"If I am?" she asked.

"My old ass knees can't hold you up like this forever," Bobby chuckled. "So don't get used to it."

"Hmm." Crowley snorted when Azrial's fingertips started to softly glow, and she let go of his hand in favor of rubbing Bobby's leg. "Better?"

"Knock that off," Bobby half heartedly reprimanded. "You ain't meant to be using your grace."

"No one will notice it," Azrial argued. "Besides, doesn't it feel good?"

"Feeling good has nothin' to do with it."

Azrial shifted so she was straddling Bobby's lap, a displeased frown on her face.

"Feeling good has everything to do with it. If such a tiny thing improves your life, why wouldn't I do it?"

"She has a point, pet." Crowley couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice at Bobby's disbelieving look. "No crime in feeling good before a hunt, is there?"

"Both of you are a handful," Bobby growled.

"I'm right," Azrial teased.

Lime Starts Here – Goes Until End

Bobby reached behind Azrial, tangling his hand through the lower part of her hair. He tugged it, making her head tilt back with a sharp exhale.

"That so?" Bobby said, leaning forward to brush his lips against Azrial's throat. The tiny whine from the archangel had Crowley shoving down his own desire to touch her. He wasn't sure what Bobby was attempting at the moment, and he wanted to give the hunter a chance to find his footing.

"Yes?" Azrial's voice had a noticeable warble as Bobby continued trailing kisses from her throat down to her collarbone.

"Don't sound so sure now, princess," Bobby said against her squirmed against Bobby, and the man moved his free hand to her hip to still her.

"What are you doing?"

Azrial's dazed question made Bobby hum as he let go of her hair. He pulled her chin down so she was looking in his eyes, and Crowley wished he knew what was going through the man's head. At least then he could decide what the fuck to do.

"You wanted to be close, right?" Azrial nodded at the firm question. "Well, I'm up for it, but are ya willin' to play by my rules?"

Crowley was positive he could hear Azrial's grace thrumming like a frantic heartbeat, even from here. She'd zero'd in on Bobby, and the look on her face made it clear what her answer was.

"I need a verbal answer, princess." The order was coupled with Bobby's nails trailing teasingly down Azrial's back. She practically purred at the touch, her eyes falling shut.

"Yes," she whispered. "Whatever you want."

Crowely shut his eyes, taking a steadying breath and trying to hang on to what remained of his higher reasoning. How were a human and an archangel outdoing him in the damn temptation department? It was bloody unfair!

"Well then, why don't you undress Crowley while I get these damn boots off?"

He barely had time to process Bobby's amused question before his arms were full of frisky archangel. He did catch Bobby's smirk before Azrial had him pinned to the bed. He was being kissed breathless as Azrial made quick work of his dress shirt, having finally mastered undoing the buttons in the heat of the moment. The towel she'd been wrapped in had fallen around her hips and her silver eyes were devouring him. He had to admit in this moment, despite the inconvenience of it, the collar stuck on her neck looked fucking gorgous. She leaned forward and began trailing kisses down his chest toward his pants. He shut his eyes, letting out a soft growl.

"Robert, you're a real bastard."

He heard the man chuckle as the bed shifted next to him. He opened his eyes, and inhaled sharply as he took in the naked hunter.

"Like what ya see?"

"Yes." It came out as a hiss of pleasure since Azrial had decided to start placing teasing kisses right above his cock instead of actually taking his damn pants off.

"I warned you." Bobby snorted. "Doesn't look like ya mind losing control though."

"Bite me," he growled in frustration. He reached down to thread his hand through Azrial's hair, but the archangel decided now was a wonderful time to finish the task of undressing him. At least the blasted fabric was off his hard cock.

"Maybe later," Bobby whispered. The hunter leaned closer, and Crowley groaned at the feeling of teeth against his neck. "For now, let's focus on our angel."

The words were whispered against his ear after the hunter playfully nipped the lobe. He was positive this counted as some kind of torture, but couldn't find the energy to complain. It felt too damn good.

"Azrial, get up here before I go insane," Crowley snapped.

"Feel free to stay put, princess. I'm in no rush."

Crowley hated that he could feel her hesitating between his legs. Normally she'd practically jump him. After a moment, he felt her shift, laying her chest directly over his cock and making it clear she'd chosen to obey Bobby.

"Fuck you both," he rasped as Azrial's soft lips brushed against his shaft.

"We're trying," Bobby chuckled. "Now stop being so impatient, your highness."

Bobby reached his hand down, and Crowley was surprised he didn't feel the man's touch. That only lasted a moment as Azrial's warm mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. She was forced down, and he felt her moan softly around him. He exhaled sharply, and went to wrap his fingers through her hair but couldn't. Bobby's hand was already on her head, guiding the archangel's actions.

"Feel good?" Bobby breathed against his ear as he forced Azrial to deep-throat him.

"Fucking yes," he groaned. He wished there was something to do with his arms, but Bobby was laying against one and the other was useless in this situation. He couldn't quite reach Azrial, and wasn't able to turn his body to touch Bobby. He lost track of time as Bobby controlled Azrial's movements. The pace slowly increased, and his breathing became labored.

"Come for me, your highness," Bobby ordered. "Fill her pretty mouth."

Crowley wasn't sure if it was Bobby's tone, Aziral moaning desperately around his cock as she massaged his balls, or being pressed tightly against the back of her throat, but he came immediately. He could feel Azrial desperately swallowing his cum while Bobby held her down. Her fingers were digging into his thighs, holding him in place.

"That's it," Bobby praised. "Here I thought you'd fight me for control."

He turned and glared half heartedly at Bobby as the man released his grip on Azrial's head. He pulled her toward them, and Crowley groaned as she straddled him. She was soaking wet. Once he was hard again he was sure he could simply roll his hips and enter the archangel.

Bobby reached out and ran his thumb along Azrial's lips, a pleased smile on his face. "Good girl. Ready for more?"

Azrial's needy whine was silenced by Bobby sitting up to kiss her. Crowley watched the interaction, and warmth filled his chest. If he died tomorrow, his only regret would be leaving these two behind. So he'd damn well indulge himself whenever he had the chance from now on.

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