A Special Exception (Crowley x Bobby)

Don't Ditch Your Reaper

[Bobby POV]

I had no idea what to expect after Dean burned my flask. I honestly wish I just was able to let go, but I couldn't let the boys go, not yet. Yet I had to. Take my advice, don't ditch your damn reaper. It ain't worth it.

I saw Dean burn my flask and then a blinding flash of light. I squeezed my eyes shut, it was bright don't judge me! The flash dimmed down and I sat in my house, it looked the exact same... Except my reaper, sitting down examining a glass of wine. He looked up at me, eyes cold and unforgiving.

"Mr. Singer... You dick." He replied coldly as he took a sip.

I sighed "What do you want me to do?" I demand.

The reaper looked at me, I had a feeling I didn't want anything he was going to imply.

"Mr. Singer you bolted away from me... Now usually you wouldn't be here right now but since you're affiliated with those... Winchesters I am going to let you live." He looked at me.

"I don't believe that for a damn minute..." I mutter, glaring at him.

The reaper chuckled "Smart little monkey... I hate to tell you this but you were given a special exception" He snapped his fingers and my house burned down. I was now standing on brimstone and surrounded by hellfire, I could hear tortured screams in the distance and I turned to the reaper, who was examining the place.

"A special someone asked for you specifically... I am so relieved you're not my responsibility anymore it goes bad on my record... Don't get to take the really bad ones down here." He examines the place and smiles as he disappears.

My eyes widen "NO WAIT I'M SORRY PLEASE-" I start to yell out in the ceiling.

"Darling I'm afraid that he doesn't care... Shameful isn't it?" I hear a english accent behind me.

My eyes widen in recognition as I whip around and come face to face with the king of hell himself, Crowley.

"No..." I manage to get out, shaking my head.

Crowley smirks "Yes..." he snaps his fingers and some demons drag me off to a cellroom, I pass tortured souls and hope I don't have that in store for me. I see their faces and try to escape but I know what's going to happen.

Balls.