Crowley and Bobby had been sleeping rather peacefully when Gabriel snuck in. They were staying at the bunker for the holidays, or, Bobby was. Crowley had just shown up knocking on the front door, soaking wet and extremely disgruntled. It was raining, hard. He disappeared as soon as the door was open, and came back a little dryer, and a little prouder. Dean groaned. Crowley tended to bring bad memories, and he really didn't want him to put a damper on the holiday mood. However, he just whispered something to Bobby, and he was gone. Turns out he shown up later that night, just in time for bed. Which meant two more people for Gabriel to mess with. He gave a devious smile and left them to sleep.
A couple hours past before either woke, and Crowley was the first one up, expecting to leave. He stopped a moment after he stood. There was something different about his vessel. Something very different. He knew immediately what had happened. He stumbled on his way to the bathroom. It was like walking in new shoes. He stood in front of the mirror and messed with his hair, which was a bit thicker now, and a bit longer, too. When Bobby walked in he just nodded at Crowley and continued on his way. He was seemingly very calm about the situation, but Crowley could read him and tell he was really freaking out. Crowley pecked him on the cheek, then returned to the bedroom, where he laid down and continued to run his fingers through his hair. Crowley probably should have been mad. And he would have been, but he knew it wasn't going to be permanent, and he would probably do the same type of shit, too, if he had the power.
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Crobby 30 Day Challenge
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