[Crowley POV]
I paced back and forth, obviously frustrated with the turn of events. I understand... Wait no I don't understand to be honest.
"Why wouldn't anybody love a handsome, rich man like me?" I spin around to Cassandra, who was scribbling something down and fiddling with a blasted machine, I didn't bother to read to be truthful.
"Crowley I have no idea your taste in suits, wine, and everything is impeccable." Cassandra stated, who has obviously gone through this roller coaster before.
"Owl you have no idea what a gift you are. I am so happy you killed that royal family to end up here by my side." I add.
Cassandra smiled a bit at that comment. "They deserved it..."
"And I deserve Bear!" I snap.
Cassandra opened her mouth but she immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Owl? Owl what the devil-" I raise an eyebrow as I picked up what Owl was writing.
Look through the mirror so we can talk- Naomi
I roll my eyes as I pick up the cursed mirror, and that stupid angels face appears.
"Yes what the devil is it this time?" I huff.
Naomi's mouth tightens and I wonder if she ever smiles.
"You prevented a soul to go to heaven explain yourself!" She snapped.
"Well me and Robert go far back and I just figured-" I started.
"What am I going to do with you?" Naomi muttered.
I just gave her a crude smile "As far as I know you have more on your plate then some soul going down than up. How is heaven doing might I ask?"
Naomi's face darkened "You're going to pay for that Crowley just wait til I get down there!"
I just chuckle slightly and look at her "Bite me." I smash the glass and smile, triumphant. And then Cassandra snaps awake, typical.
"Wha- What happened?" She rubbed her forehead.
"Pissed off angels is what happened Owl!" I snapped.
She glowered and looked at me "Just say the word..."
I wave her off "Just.. Continue your work."
Cassandra's sunglasses seemed to smoke a little, to be honest, I had no idea what was her problem.
"Are you planning to Stockholm syndrome your little project?" Cassandra asked.
I slammed my fist on the table, my face red.
"He is not my project!! His name is Bobby Singer and he is mine!" I roar. How dare she act like he is a piece of property I can control??
Cassandra scowled as she disappeared, hopefully fulfilling her duties as my right hand.
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A Special Exception (Crowley x Bobby)
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