A Special Exception (Crowley x Bobby)

The Date

[Bobby POV]

I wasn't sure what was going to happen that night, and let me tell you I wish I was back in the dungeon. I wore a suit that was given to me, though I only put on the jacket. I didn't know how to do the tie, Karen used to always do them for me. I haven't seen her here, so I only hope she went up there instead of down here. I was escorted out where I saw Crowley in a wine red suit. He raised an eyebrow at what I was wearing but didn't say anything. Instead he walked up and fixed my tie. I looked down to avoid eye contact. This was humiliating.

"Look up Bear." He commanded.

I grumbled as I looked up, enabling him to finish. He just gave a curt nod and went inside the extremely nice car he had waiting for him. How we got into the mortal world, I had no idea. Would I find the boys here? Or Cas? Or any hunter that can help me?

"In case you're wondering, nobody can see us. We're practically invisible. And also in Italy might I add." He added.

"Wait what?!" I asked, shocked.

"Of course why would I eat in America? So overplayed. And the denim wrapped nightmares." He said smugly as I was pushed in the car. I glared at the demon bodyguards as we drove off.

"You're scared of the boys, aren't you?" I asked.

Crowley's eyes flashed red "Don't toy with me Bear." he snapped.

I stared outside knowing Crowley was watching my every move. After a little bit we reached the most beautiful place I could imagine. Well besides heaven, where I would love to be in right now.

"Amazing, isn't it?" He asked, stepping out of the car.

I gave a slight nod as he led me to a platform on a lake.

"Candlelit Italian?" I guessed.

He nodded and smirked.

"So bear tell me about yourself." he asked.

I immediately put up my wall again. "Why do I need to tell you anything?" I asked.

"Just tell me and I might torture you less." He said, starting to sound frustrated.

"Fine, fine, don't get your pitchfork stuck up your ass." I mumbled.

"I beg your pardon?!" He snapped.

"Nothing, nothing! I like to hunt, spend time with the boys, I don't like it when my beard tingles, it's like a- who's that Spider Superhero?" I ask.

"How the devil am I supposed to know I don't give a damn about children." Crowley responded, I expected that response if I want to be perfectly clear.

"Anyway it's like that." I say, I hesitate for a little bit until I ask him a question that's been lingering in my mind.

"Crowley?" I ask timidly.

"Yes Bear?" He said, taking a sip of wine.