Old Time Drama | Bobby & Crowley
It had been some time since Bobby had seen Crowley. Not that he was complaining, at all. However he was the inside man, being the 'King of Hell' nowadays, and that all really got to his head, but the boys and Bobby needed him. Crowley may be annoying and sly, but he also seemed to have a decent soft spot for the boys and Bobby. Considering he does them favors now and again.
There were a lot of things Bobby hated about Crowley; his need to criticize Bobby, his whiskey, and, every chance he could get, mention the time they kissed to find Death's location before the world went to shit because the angels wanted to start the apocalypse. The list could go on and on, but so could the list for every soul Bobby has ever met through his lifetime.
This wasn't a social call. Bobby needed to know as much as Crowley knew about what the hell was going on upstairs without selling his soul. Again. He would not kiss Crowley again, even if it meant stopping the apocalypse a second time.
Bobby searched and gathered all of the necessary ingredients to summon Crowley. He painted a Devil's Trap smack in the center of his floor. For reasons of Bobby's safety. He crumbled bone, sprinkled herbs, and cut his hand then lit the match and waited for Crowley's arrival.