Fic: Baby - Setting up Nursery
Prompt: Baby - Setting up Nursery
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Crowley, Bobby
Rating: PG
Notes: Part of my winged!Crowley'verse. Takes place during Demon in the House. Written for my schmoop_bingo card. Special thanks to smiley_bandit for beta-reading.
“No.”
“Oh come on! She’ll love it!”
Looking down at the color samples Bobby reflected that the demon was probably right. Blood red walls with highlights of a truly shocking orange would undoubtedly delight her but these were his walls they were talking about, damn it!
“No,” he repeated firmly and actually had to steel himself when Crowley visibly wilted.
Turning, Crowley put the samples neatly away, shooting Bobby reproachful looks as he did so. If he'd been dressed as he usually was, in an impeccable suit that cost more than Bobby's truck and quite possibly his house, it wouldn't have bothered him but Crowley was dressed in his flying clothes. Jeans and t-shirt. For some reason it made him look young.
Bobby sighed. “How about these?” He held the paint samples he had selected.
Crowley threw them a studied look of indifference then he looked again, this time with interest. Bobby had chosen midnight black and gold.
“So black for the walls and gold for the highlights?”
Bobby grunted. “Thought maybe we could do something along the lines of nighttime, with stars and stuff,” he said grumpily.
Crowley grinned, snatching the paint samples and heading for the salesperson to get them mixed and ready.
Bobby watched him go with a sigh, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose. Why had he even agreed to come shopping with Crowley? It should be Gabriel here. He winced at that thought. No, if Gabe had come with Crowley, God knows what the room would end up looking like. Images of possible color schemes thought up by a demon and a former Trickster flitted through his mind and he shook his head hard in an attempt to dispel them. No, it was better that he be here.
Never mind that folks kept giving him and Crowley odd looks, like maybe they were the couple rather than Bobby being the hapless friend dragged in to take place of the boyfriend who was currently on a mission for his Father. At least they had driven to another city to do the shopping. With any luck he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew.
“They’re mixing the paint.” Crowley said, reappearing so quickly that Bobby was briefly afraid that he’d teleported. “How about we look at beds and toys; and, well, whatever else we may need.” Crowley looked oddly nervous.
Considering the situation, Bobby guessed he couldn’t blame him.
It took them awhile to choose the bedding. Their tastes varied wildly and they finally ended up buying more than they really needed. Bobby reasoned that what they didn’t use they could donate. Not that he said that out loud. Despite everything, Crowley was still a demon and spontaneous acts of generosity were still something he couldn’t quite grasp.
They picked up the paint and Bobby scowled at the small cans of red, yellow, and orange paint that Crowley added to the cart.
“Comets and suns.” Crowley tossed brushes and other painting gear onto the cans. “Just to do it properly.”
Bobby shook his head but didn’t protest. Once they were checked out and everything packed into the truck, Crowley insisted on stopping to eat. To Bobby’s surprise, the demon directed him to a truck stop just outside of the city. The place had definitely seen better days but the food was some of the best he’d ever eaten and he made note of the place. Crowley ordered his hamburger as rare as he could get it and quietly flirted with the waitress, a loud-spoken middle-aged woman with the name of ‘Flo’ stitched onto her uniform; who flirted right back.
Bobby watched him in amusement and was still chuckling when they finally pulled into the salvage yard. They lugged their purchases into the house, setting them in the kitchen as Crowley walked toward the living room.
"How long do you think it'll take ...” Crowley's voice trailed off and he stopped abruptly.
"What? What?" Bobby stepped around the demon, reaching for a hidden shotgun.
"You won't need that." Crowley sighed.
"What?" Bobby growled, not taking his hand from the weapon. His eyes roamed the room, finally resting on the cast iron fireplace insert. For some reason it was resting on the floor outside the fireplace. "What the hell?" He looked at the fireplace.
There was a pile of blankets and other items piled in the fireplace, being pushed into place by the nose of an invisible Hellhound.
"Guess she decided to make her own nursery," Bobby finally said.
"A fireplace?" Crowley sounded offended. "Hera, love! We're going to turn that walk-in closet into a little sanctuary for you!"
A deep whuffle came from the Hellhound and a groan as she settled into the thick nest she'd made for herself.
"Well," Crowley said. "I guess it works for her. Probably feels secure, you know. With the three walls."
"Good thing it’s big enough. And its summer so we won't be using it any time soon." He pointed at the fireplace insert. "Did she drag that out?"
"Probably lifted it." Crowley frowned, stepping closer before straightening in indignation. "Hey! That's one of my best shirts!" He stepped forward but Hera pawed the shirt closer. Bobby could see the Hellhound well enough to see that she was resting her head on the shirt and he smirked.
"Its not funny!" Crowley sounded sullen. "Do you know how much that shirt costs? Why did she ... she must have dragged it from the bag to go for dry cleaning."
"Scent," Bobby looked at the demon. "Wants something with your scent on it near her. Probably makes her feel more secure."
"Really?" It was obvious that had never occurred to him. "She's never..." His voice trailed off, as if remembering that things were much different now. After a moment he smirked. "Recognize the quilt she's on?"
"What?" Bobby looked. "Hey! That's my quilt!" He took a step before pausing to ponder it over. "Never mind. I'll get one from the chest," he muttered.
There was a woof as Kali trotted into the room, dragging an old over-sized pillow. She offered to Hera, who dragged it in with her and nosed it into place.
"Great. She's corrupted my dog."
Hera barked softly as she settled close to the fireplace.
"That your pillow?"
"Nah. Just an old one I had stored away." Bobby sighed. "Guess I'll get Kali's bed and bring it here."
Crowley followed him out of the room. "So what are we going to do with all that?" He nodded toward their purchases.
Bobby shrugged. "Pull out what we can use; the toys, the doggie beds. I'll take care of the rest."
"Right." Crowley eyed the supplies unhappily then turned away as Bobby proceeded to sort through them.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Crowley, Bobby
Rating: PG
Notes: Part of my winged!Crowley'verse. Takes place during Demon in the House. Written for my schmoop_bingo card. Special thanks to smiley_bandit for beta-reading.
“No.”
“Oh come on! She’ll love it!”
Looking down at the color samples Bobby reflected that the demon was probably right. Blood red walls with highlights of a truly shocking orange would undoubtedly delight her but these were his walls they were talking about, damn it!
“No,” he repeated firmly and actually had to steel himself when Crowley visibly wilted.
Turning, Crowley put the samples neatly away, shooting Bobby reproachful looks as he did so. If he'd been dressed as he usually was, in an impeccable suit that cost more than Bobby's truck and quite possibly his house, it wouldn't have bothered him but Crowley was dressed in his flying clothes. Jeans and t-shirt. For some reason it made him look young.
Bobby sighed. “How about these?” He held the paint samples he had selected.
Crowley threw them a studied look of indifference then he looked again, this time with interest. Bobby had chosen midnight black and gold.
“So black for the walls and gold for the highlights?”
Bobby grunted. “Thought maybe we could do something along the lines of nighttime, with stars and stuff,” he said grumpily.
Crowley grinned, snatching the paint samples and heading for the salesperson to get them mixed and ready.
Bobby watched him go with a sigh, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose. Why had he even agreed to come shopping with Crowley? It should be Gabriel here. He winced at that thought. No, if Gabe had come with Crowley, God knows what the room would end up looking like. Images of possible color schemes thought up by a demon and a former Trickster flitted through his mind and he shook his head hard in an attempt to dispel them. No, it was better that he be here.
Never mind that folks kept giving him and Crowley odd looks, like maybe they were the couple rather than Bobby being the hapless friend dragged in to take place of the boyfriend who was currently on a mission for his Father. At least they had driven to another city to do the shopping. With any luck he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew.
“They’re mixing the paint.” Crowley said, reappearing so quickly that Bobby was briefly afraid that he’d teleported. “How about we look at beds and toys; and, well, whatever else we may need.” Crowley looked oddly nervous.
Considering the situation, Bobby guessed he couldn’t blame him.
It took them awhile to choose the bedding. Their tastes varied wildly and they finally ended up buying more than they really needed. Bobby reasoned that what they didn’t use they could donate. Not that he said that out loud. Despite everything, Crowley was still a demon and spontaneous acts of generosity were still something he couldn’t quite grasp.
They picked up the paint and Bobby scowled at the small cans of red, yellow, and orange paint that Crowley added to the cart.
“Comets and suns.” Crowley tossed brushes and other painting gear onto the cans. “Just to do it properly.”
Bobby shook his head but didn’t protest. Once they were checked out and everything packed into the truck, Crowley insisted on stopping to eat. To Bobby’s surprise, the demon directed him to a truck stop just outside of the city. The place had definitely seen better days but the food was some of the best he’d ever eaten and he made note of the place. Crowley ordered his hamburger as rare as he could get it and quietly flirted with the waitress, a loud-spoken middle-aged woman with the name of ‘Flo’ stitched onto her uniform; who flirted right back.
Bobby watched him in amusement and was still chuckling when they finally pulled into the salvage yard. They lugged their purchases into the house, setting them in the kitchen as Crowley walked toward the living room.
"How long do you think it'll take ...” Crowley's voice trailed off and he stopped abruptly.
"What? What?" Bobby stepped around the demon, reaching for a hidden shotgun.
"You won't need that." Crowley sighed.
"What?" Bobby growled, not taking his hand from the weapon. His eyes roamed the room, finally resting on the cast iron fireplace insert. For some reason it was resting on the floor outside the fireplace. "What the hell?" He looked at the fireplace.
There was a pile of blankets and other items piled in the fireplace, being pushed into place by the nose of an invisible Hellhound.
"Guess she decided to make her own nursery," Bobby finally said.
"A fireplace?" Crowley sounded offended. "Hera, love! We're going to turn that walk-in closet into a little sanctuary for you!"
A deep whuffle came from the Hellhound and a groan as she settled into the thick nest she'd made for herself.
"Well," Crowley said. "I guess it works for her. Probably feels secure, you know. With the three walls."
"Good thing it’s big enough. And its summer so we won't be using it any time soon." He pointed at the fireplace insert. "Did she drag that out?"
"Probably lifted it." Crowley frowned, stepping closer before straightening in indignation. "Hey! That's one of my best shirts!" He stepped forward but Hera pawed the shirt closer. Bobby could see the Hellhound well enough to see that she was resting her head on the shirt and he smirked.
"Its not funny!" Crowley sounded sullen. "Do you know how much that shirt costs? Why did she ... she must have dragged it from the bag to go for dry cleaning."
"Scent," Bobby looked at the demon. "Wants something with your scent on it near her. Probably makes her feel more secure."
"Really?" It was obvious that had never occurred to him. "She's never..." His voice trailed off, as if remembering that things were much different now. After a moment he smirked. "Recognize the quilt she's on?"
"What?" Bobby looked. "Hey! That's my quilt!" He took a step before pausing to ponder it over. "Never mind. I'll get one from the chest," he muttered.
There was a woof as Kali trotted into the room, dragging an old over-sized pillow. She offered to Hera, who dragged it in with her and nosed it into place.
"Great. She's corrupted my dog."
Hera barked softly as she settled close to the fireplace.
"That your pillow?"
"Nah. Just an old one I had stored away." Bobby sighed. "Guess I'll get Kali's bed and bring it here."
Crowley followed him out of the room. "So what are we going to do with all that?" He nodded toward their purchases.
Bobby shrugged. "Pull out what we can use; the toys, the doggie beds. I'll take care of the rest."
"Right." Crowley eyed the supplies unhappily then turned away as Bobby proceeded to sort through them.