Fic: Strange Relations
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Crowley/Bobby, kitten!Sam
Rating: PG-13 for adult language
Notes: I can't believe I am actually writing Crowley/Bobby but here are a few more. Apparently folks think kitten!Sam is just too precious not for me to write more. Based on a prompt from theinsaneeraser
“This is not a good idea,” Bobby growled.
“Don’t worry, luv. It’ll be fine,” Crowley said soothingly, hoping his own apprehension wasn’t showing.
Bobby rolled his eyes, more at Crowley’s endearment than at his words. He still wasn’t used to being called ‘luv’ by a man. Not that Crowley didn’t have a right to call him that considering they’ve been sharing a bed for months now and how had that happened again? Oh right. Bobby grinned at the memory. A grin that faded as he took in the scene before them.
“I just don’t want anything happening to him,” he grumbled.
It was Crowley’s turn to roll his eyes. “The worst thing that can happen to him would be accidentally being inhaled. Bruno’s a good boy and I’ve told him Sammy’s off limits.”
They both turned to look into the living room. Bobby couldn’t see the Hellhound though he could guess where it was by the indentions in the rug. Right now it appeared that Bruno was standing in the middle of the room. Sammy was on the back of the couch, back arched and fur fluffed up to make himself look bigger. Not that it helped at all. He was still small enough to pick up with one hand. Or for the Hellhound to inhale him.
“Now come on.” Crowley took Bobby’s hand with a familiar smirk. “Let’s go keep ourselves occupied while they work this out.”
The look the demon gave him left no doubt as to how Crowley thought they should occupy themselves. Bobby felt a stirring and he cast a hesitant look into the living room. On one hand it was a Hellhound; on the other it was Crowley’s Hellhound and he had no doubt the demon trained him well.
Crowley sighed and stepped close, reaching up to stroke the hunter’s neck in a manner that could drive him wild. Bobby hissed and grabbed the hand, practically dragging the other up the stairs.
ooOoo
An hour later, freshly showered and pleasantly sated, Bobby followed his lover down the stairs. There was still enough of the old ‘I am not in way, shape, or form gay!’ way of thinking still in him to insist he was in no way enjoying the view … Crowley in tight jeans and a t-shirt was something to behold, at least for him. Made him want to grab the demon and drag him back up to bed.
Crowley glanced into the living room and stopped dead, his mouth dropping open. A moment later he was sputtering in disbelief.
Alarmed Bobby skipped the last two stairs, coming down with a harder-then-usual ‘thud!’. “What?” he barked, looking into the room. He half-expected carnage and wondered why they hadn’t heard it upstairs but all he could see was Sammy, curled up and fast asleep …
… about three and a half feet off the ground.
Bobby blinked and rubbed his eyes. That didn’t help. Sammy was still floating in the air. In fact he seemed to be rising and falling rhythmically. As if he were …
Bobby began to laugh.
“It’s not funny!” Crowley burst out. “I just wanted them to get used to each other! Not …” He waved helplessly.
“Become friends?” Bobby snorted. “Things change. Hell, I’m screwing a demon on a regular basis so why can’t a Hellhound and a kitten be friends?”
Something in Crowley’s stance changed subtly and Bobby sighed, reaching over to rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. He knew what the demon was thinking and quickly moved to sooth his doubts in his own way.
“Knock it off, Crowley,” he said gruffly. “You know me and how I talked. Blunt as hell. I’m not someone for one-night stands; never have been. You’re the only one I want in my bed.”
Crowley smiled slightly, his body relaxing. “Or on the counter or in front of the fireplace or …”
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Or up against the car or the fucking wall or bent over the damn desk.” He dragged the demon around and kissed him thoroughly. When they finally separated Bobby was pleased to see Crowley looked mussed, his lips swollen from the force of the kiss.
“They seem comfortable with each other.” Crowley’s voice was strangled. “How about we go check out that bent over a desk thing?”
Bobby roared with laughter, shaking his head as he followed Crowley into his library.
ooOoo
Sammy stretched lazily, the Hellhound shifting under him as if to make sure he didn’t tumble off. If he’d still been human Sammy would have smiled.
Life was so much easier when everyone understand the way a kitten’s household worked. With, of course, the kitten firmly in control.
Characters/Pairings: Crowley/Bobby, kitten!Sam
Rating: PG-13 for adult language
Notes: I can't believe I am actually writing Crowley/Bobby but here are a few more. Apparently folks think kitten!Sam is just too precious not for me to write more. Based on a prompt from theinsaneeraser
“This is not a good idea,” Bobby growled.
“Don’t worry, luv. It’ll be fine,” Crowley said soothingly, hoping his own apprehension wasn’t showing.
Bobby rolled his eyes, more at Crowley’s endearment than at his words. He still wasn’t used to being called ‘luv’ by a man. Not that Crowley didn’t have a right to call him that considering they’ve been sharing a bed for months now and how had that happened again? Oh right. Bobby grinned at the memory. A grin that faded as he took in the scene before them.
“I just don’t want anything happening to him,” he grumbled.
It was Crowley’s turn to roll his eyes. “The worst thing that can happen to him would be accidentally being inhaled. Bruno’s a good boy and I’ve told him Sammy’s off limits.”
They both turned to look into the living room. Bobby couldn’t see the Hellhound though he could guess where it was by the indentions in the rug. Right now it appeared that Bruno was standing in the middle of the room. Sammy was on the back of the couch, back arched and fur fluffed up to make himself look bigger. Not that it helped at all. He was still small enough to pick up with one hand. Or for the Hellhound to inhale him.
“Now come on.” Crowley took Bobby’s hand with a familiar smirk. “Let’s go keep ourselves occupied while they work this out.”
The look the demon gave him left no doubt as to how Crowley thought they should occupy themselves. Bobby felt a stirring and he cast a hesitant look into the living room. On one hand it was a Hellhound; on the other it was Crowley’s Hellhound and he had no doubt the demon trained him well.
Crowley sighed and stepped close, reaching up to stroke the hunter’s neck in a manner that could drive him wild. Bobby hissed and grabbed the hand, practically dragging the other up the stairs.
ooOoo
An hour later, freshly showered and pleasantly sated, Bobby followed his lover down the stairs. There was still enough of the old ‘I am not in way, shape, or form gay!’ way of thinking still in him to insist he was in no way enjoying the view … Crowley in tight jeans and a t-shirt was something to behold, at least for him. Made him want to grab the demon and drag him back up to bed.
Crowley glanced into the living room and stopped dead, his mouth dropping open. A moment later he was sputtering in disbelief.
Alarmed Bobby skipped the last two stairs, coming down with a harder-then-usual ‘thud!’. “What?” he barked, looking into the room. He half-expected carnage and wondered why they hadn’t heard it upstairs but all he could see was Sammy, curled up and fast asleep …
… about three and a half feet off the ground.
Bobby blinked and rubbed his eyes. That didn’t help. Sammy was still floating in the air. In fact he seemed to be rising and falling rhythmically. As if he were …
Bobby began to laugh.
“It’s not funny!” Crowley burst out. “I just wanted them to get used to each other! Not …” He waved helplessly.
“Become friends?” Bobby snorted. “Things change. Hell, I’m screwing a demon on a regular basis so why can’t a Hellhound and a kitten be friends?”
Something in Crowley’s stance changed subtly and Bobby sighed, reaching over to rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. He knew what the demon was thinking and quickly moved to sooth his doubts in his own way.
“Knock it off, Crowley,” he said gruffly. “You know me and how I talked. Blunt as hell. I’m not someone for one-night stands; never have been. You’re the only one I want in my bed.”
Crowley smiled slightly, his body relaxing. “Or on the counter or in front of the fireplace or …”
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Or up against the car or the fucking wall or bent over the damn desk.” He dragged the demon around and kissed him thoroughly. When they finally separated Bobby was pleased to see Crowley looked mussed, his lips swollen from the force of the kiss.
“They seem comfortable with each other.” Crowley’s voice was strangled. “How about we go check out that bent over a desk thing?”
Bobby roared with laughter, shaking his head as he followed Crowley into his library.
ooOoo
Sammy stretched lazily, the Hellhound shifting under him as if to make sure he didn’t tumble off. If he’d still been human Sammy would have smiled.
Life was so much easier when everyone understand the way a kitten’s household worked. With, of course, the kitten firmly in control.