theinsaneeraser

Title: Bathtub Romance
Prompt: Candles
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nope O.o
Summary: Bobby has a migraine, Crowley knows how to make it better. Fic tweleve in

schmoop_bingo

~*~*~*~

Bobby sat on the couch cradling his head in his hands, using the heels of his palms to try and rub away the migraine that had somehow crept up on him.

Crowley had been rummaging around the house for some pain medication, but Bobby seemed to be out. He cursed and thought of running off to the store to buy some, when a different idea hit him. He moved to the bedroom he shared with the older hunter, he had been staying here permanently for a while now, since the Winchester boys had their own boyfriends to worry about.

He chuckled and shook his head as he opened up the drawer to his own dresser, which he had found room for somehow, and pulled out a few scented candles. He then walked into the bathroom, running the water warm, and started spreading the candles around the counter and tub, lighting them and letting the soft sent of cinnamon and lavender fill the small space.

He then walked downstairs to Bobby, sitting behind his and running his thumbs over the base of his skull, digging them in a bit.

“I’ve run you a bath, come on now, you’ll feel better, trust me.”

Bobby made an inaudible sound but reluctantly followed Crowley as the demon lead him upstairs to the bathroom. Crowley smiled and helped undress the hunter, then himself. He sat down, back pressed against the cold porcelain, before Bobby settled himself between his legs and let out a sigh, and Crowley beamed; he’d gotten the temperature correct.

“What are the candles for?” Bobby mumbled.

“The candles are a light source, soft enough not to add to you’re migraine, and the scents are soothing, meant to release tension.”

“They smell nice.”

He had grabbed a washcloth before hand and soaked it with cold water. He placed it on Bobby’s forehead, and smiled when he felt the older hunter relax for the first time since the migraine had caught him. He moved his thumbs back to the base of his skull and started to apply pressure, drawing his thumbs out in opposite directions, drawing out some of the tension.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” Bobby asked in a semi-sleepy voice.

Crowley shrugged. “When you’ve lived on earth as long as I have, you learn a trick or two.”

Bobby mumbled his agreement and Crowley started pushing his thumbs up and around in smart arches, before slowly making them bigger, drawing the knots and soreness out, pulling at the flesh and massaging away some of the pain. Bobby slumped against him, sighing heavily.

“Feeling any better?”

Bobby nodded, and Crowley had the feeling he was close to sleep. He smiled and moved to wrap his arms around Bobby’s waist and leaned his chin on Bobby’s shoulder.

He sat there, like that, listening to the soft sound of Bobby’s breath as he slept, finally relaxed and the pain gone. He twisted his head and blew out a few of the candles, letting the light dim as he tightened his arms around his hunter.

“Sweet dreams Bobby.”

The End