Assassin (A Crobby Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Bobby, being the paranoid light sleeper that he was, woke from the sound of light footsteps. He was almost instantly awake when he saw a gun held to Crowley's head.

"Morning, love," Crowley greeted casually. "Have a good rest?" This earned him a thwack to the side of his face.

"Shut up!"

Bobby reached under his pillow for a gun, only to remember he wasn't in his own bed. He froze when his brain finally registered who the attacker was. "Sam?!"

"Took you long enough," a familiar voice said from the door.

The sniper looked over to see a man with light brown hair swept aside from mischievous eyes, leaning on the door frame with a rifle in hand. His body language read cocky but smart.

"Care to explain what you're doing naked in bed with the King of Hell?" he asked.

Bobby fought down the heat creeping up his neck and tried to search for a coherent answer.

"Partly my fault," Crowley spoke up, rubbing the blood from his nose.

Sam pushed his gun against Crowley's head again. "Did you rape him? He assaulted you, right, Bobby?" The Winchester turned to Bobby for his second question.

"Yes and no," Crowley answered for him.

"Shut up. I'm not asking you!" Sam growled.

Bobby sighed, pinching his nose bridge. "Sam. Put your gun away. You'll need to sit down for this."

Reluctantly, Sam pulled his gun away and holstered it. Gabriel, the man by the door, kept his rifle at the ready just in case. Crowley got up as Bobby opened his mouth to explain and planted a firm kiss to his cheek, making Bobby tense. Sam glared venomously at Crowley while he drew back.

"Consider that an apology for tearing up your clothes," Crowley said, getting off the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sam demanded, hand hovering over his gun.

"Bathroom," was Crowley's calm reply. "I'm covered in dried sweat and Robert's love juice. I probably smell awful." He turned to Bobby with a sly wink. "Join me for round two?"

Sam shot a disgusted look at Crowley. "You're staying right where you are!"

"Really. If I wanted to run, I'd have done it hours ago. Do you think I didn't anticipate you morons to come looking for Robert when he's been missing from home for a night?" Crowley opened his closet and grabbed a suit, sauntering into the adjacent bathroom.

There was silence for a few seconds, nothing but the sound of running water and faint whistling in the background. Sam looked expectantly at Bobby while the assassin hastily threw on some random clothes at the edge of the bed (conveniently his size).

"In all honesty, there's nothing I need to explain," Bobby stated soberly.

"Really? Nothing at all?" Sam questioned, tone nearing sarcasm.

"What do you want to hear? I fucked the King of Hell! Is that it? Ya happy now?"

"You slept with our enemy!" Sam hissed. "Did you tell him our plan, too?"

"No! Why would— Sam, you know damn well that no threat or torture can pry any information out of my mouth!"

"Yeah, but this isn't torture or threat, Bobby. This is... the opposite."

"What, spoiling me? Getting all warm and fuzzy so I would expose Heaven's Army? For God's sakes, boy, I didn't tell him anything!"

"Wouldn't matter, Sammy-o," Gabriel piped up, cocking his gun. "We got the King in our line of fire with no guards around. We can make quick work of him and get some bedtime to ourselves." He wriggled his brows suggestively and took out a lollipop to eat.

Sam sighed exasperatedly. "Gabriel."

"Robert?" Crowley called. "I'm having an issue here. Can you come in?"

"Deal with it yourself!" Sam replied coldly.

"Seriously, Robert, you have to come in here," Crowley insisted.

With a roll of his eyes, Bobby opened the bathroom door to unleash a cloud of steam. "You leave the door unlocked while you shower?" he mumbled.

The barrel of a revolver stopped Bobby in his tracks. Crowley was cleaned and fully dressed outside the shower, eyes devoid of any emotions. He gestured for Bobby to turn around and walked out with him. Gabriel raised his rifle while Sam immediately went for his gun.

"Don't even think about, Moose," Crowley snarled.

"Let him go, Crowley," Sam said.

"I don't think I will." The King of Hell pressed his gun against Bobby's head like Sam did to him. His body was flush against the sniper's back to limit bullet space. "I'm a businessman, so let's make a deal. You let me walk out of this mansion alive, and I let dear old Robert live."

Sam looked between Gabriel and Bobby, uncertain. "Fine."

Bobby scowled.

"Excellent. Now, throw your guns aside."

Gabriel, glancing to Sam, slowly dropped his rifle and took a step back. The younger Winchester unholstered his pistol and dropped it next to Gabriel's rifle before taking the same amount of steps back.

"Pleasure doing business with you boys," Crowley said, pushing Bobby at the two and rushing out the door.

"Balls!" Bobby cursed, the slightest feeling of betrayal underlying his anger.

"That sly bastard," Gabriel grumbled, picking up his rifle again. "He's damn smart for an arrogant sack of dicks."

"We'll get him," Sam reassured, placing a hand on Bobby's shoulder.

"Damn right we will."