Bobby lay half awake in his bed. He was forced awake about an hour earlier by one of the damn phones, and he had to relay quite a bit of information to a panicked hunter. He had a bit of trouble getting back to sleep, and to make matter worse, Crowley wasn't there. He always slept better when Crowley was there. But as he started to tire, he was finally joined by a small, tired Scotsman. Crowley had been having some trouble in Hell, and Bobby knew it, so there was no need to speak as the exhausted demon collapsed into his lover's arms. Bobby pulled him closer, and buried his face in the back of his neck. He meant to say something meaningful like "I love you" or "Goodnight", but all he managed was a grunt as he drifted off to sleep, Crowley in his arms, where he belonged.
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Crobby 30 Day Challenge
FanfictionI'm doing the 30 Day OTP Challenge with Crobby for writing practice. Thank you so much for reading!
