Crobby 30 Day Challenge

Day 22 - In Battle, Side by Side

     Crowley had been caught. By a hunter. Who was neither a Winchester or Bobby. Which posed as a problem for the King. He was cuffed, which just added to the awful situation. His captor sauntered in, grinning, but Crowley had a plan. The man opened his mouth, but Crowley was quicker to speak. "Do I get a call, or..?" He tried his best to remain snarky, even though he was in a lot of pain. 
    "Why the hell would you?" He replied, practically spitting at the demon. "Well, I'm sure my boyfriend would like to know I'm okay." He said, honestly. Bobby might deny it, but he did like when Crowley called to check in during his "business trips". The guy continued to spit out his words in disgust. "You don't have a boyfriend." "Don't I?" Crowley huffed, "Oh, well then, maybe I should tell him that..." The guy scoffed. "What's his name?" He grunted, pulling Crowley's phone out of his pocket. "Robert," Crowley mumbled in reply. The man just scoffed again and held the phone up to Crowley's ear. When Bobby picked up Crowley purred "Hello, love." into the phone. Bobby was understandably worried. What Crowley had described as a short trip had lasted six days already. "Ah, yes, I'm alright love. Swear to God." Bobby replied calmly, but Crowley knew he had gotten the message. "Mmmm, goodbye." he spoke quietly, then the phone was yanked away from him, leaving Crowley alone with himself, his captor, and a tray of unappealing instruments, probably doused in salt water. Wonderful.

     Crowley didn't exactly know how far he was from home, but it had felt forever, there in the dark with nothing but spat questions and his own screams of agony to keep him company. It had been three or four days, Crowley knew. However, halfway through having a blade twisted about through his rib cage, the door to the barn had creaked open, and he blade had been drawn away. When he looked up, even through the blood dripping around his eyes, he could see who it was. Bobby pulled a gun and shot the hunter right in the leg. He yelped and fell down, only halfway across the barn. Bobby moved past him, ignoring his strangles shouts. Despite all the blood, he placed a soft kiss on Crowley's lips before dropping down and pulling out a knife to break the devil's trap. He stood, walked over to the man, and pulled the key from his pocket. He released the cuffs, and Crowley instantly felt a lot better, now that he could heal. However, probably due to gunshot, three other men, presumably hunters rushed in. Crowley grinned over at Bobby as he stood by his side. Bobby drew his gun. "Been a while, huh?"