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theinsaneeraser Rating: PG-13
Genre Angst, humour, Gen.
Pairing: Eventual Bobby/Crowley
Other Characters: Does robotic weird voice don’tknowwhereitcomesfrom count?
Spoilers: Gen Season 5
Warnings: Nope.
Word Count: 1,379
Summary: Bobby remembered falling asleep alone after Dean ran off too God only knows where. So how did he end up in a small cottage, sleeping next to Him?
Chapter Summery: “’Outside privileges are earned’-what kind of bloody rubbish is this?”
Notes: This is the first fic in my Bobby and Crowley Verse called Cupid’s Cabin…Had to, just had too. Anywho, the Master Post is there. Thanks to my lovely beta
half_vulcan. MASTER POST and Follow CupidsCabin on TWITTER for updates, info and sneak peeks!
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Bobby yawned and rolled over only to hit his nose on something soft and warm. His first thought was demon and he reached around for the knife he kept under his pillow, only it wasn’t there. Bobby blinked and felt around for a few minutes more, causing the thing in front of him to shift and groan. Bobby blinked once again, and the next thing that came to his mind was did I sleep with anyone?
Only, Bobby was sure he hadn’t drunk that much and he distinctly remembered falling asleep alone last night. He was upset, because Dean had run off to do God only knew what, and he knew he wouldn’t hear from him in a while. Sam was in hell and he was back to being alone like he had been when he and John had gotten in that fight, and before the boys found had him again.
That still didn’t answer the why or the who so he slowly, being careful not to wake whoever it was that was asleep up, put his hands under him as he moved to a sitting position. He stared down at the body, clad in a black suite and shirt with expensive shoes and well kept hair, of a man who seemed to be out cold. That fact didn’t startle him as much as the fact he knew who this person was. This person wasn’t even a person. He was a demon, which proved he should really listen to his instincts.
Bobby quickly jumped out of bed, happy to find himself fully clad in the clothes he was wearing yesterday, and looked around his bedroom for a weapon. Only, it wasn’t his bedroom; he didn’t even think this was his house. In fact, he’d bet his life on the fact this wasn’t his house. The room was small, a cozy type, with log walls –possibly a cabin? - one window and a door. There was a dresser full of what, he didn’t know, a closet tucked away in the corner, two bedside tables with lamps and his glasses. The bed, which was a queen, finished off the furniture and a dark colored rug. The door was closed and Bobby inched towards it, trying not to wake the sleeping demon, as he did so. Of course things had to back-fire on him; he was pretty sure Sam and Dean’s bad luck was rubbing off on him.
The demon, Crowley, sat up, startled, as if he didn’t know how he had got here either. His eye’s scanned the room before falling onto Bobby’s, before narrowing.
“Oh, got your soul back so now you’re going to kidnap me and kill me I see.”
Bobby blinked, hard before shaking his head and opening the door, hoping to whoever was listening that this was all just a bad dream and he’d wake up because of all the people he had to wake up in bed with, with no memory of how he got there or where he was; it had to be him. The room he had entered must have been the living room because it was only just a bit bigger than the bedroom. It had a door that must have led outside, a hallway leading to the kitchen and a second door Bobby believed that must lead to the kitchen. There was a fireplace built into the center of the room, a couch tucked neatly to the left where one could enjoy said fire, a bookshelf full of old and new volumes and a rocking chair seated near the window. It was a nice, snug little cottage, the type of home a retired couple might live in.
So, then why was he here with Crowley? They weren’t a nice retired couple, Bobby was still in good enough health to be out their hunting and he certainly wasn’t a couple with the demon.
“Where the bloody hell are we?”
Bobby turned back to the door leading to the bedroom and saw Crowley glancing around the room with a sort of half disgusted half fascinated look on his face.
“Kind of disturbingly…cute isn’t it.”
Bobby turned towards him, eyes narrowed.
“You mean you didn’t bring us here?”
“Of course not, I’d have better taste then this.” Crowley crossed his arms. “And I’m guessing you didn’t bring us here then?”
Bobby snorted. “Why the hell would I bring us here?”
“I don’t know, why would I bring us here?”
Bobby opened his mouth to retort but closed it, grumbling. He stalked towards the front door and grabbed the knob, turning it; it was stuck. He frowned and tried again before cursing. He ignored a snarky remark from Crowley about his potty mouth and attempted to kick down the door. This also did no good.
“Outside privileges are earned.” A robotic voice answered from out of nowhere.
“What in God’s name was that?” Bobby demanded.
“’Outside privileges are earned’-what kind of bloody rubbish is this?” asked Crowley.
Bobby ignored Crowley’s continued complaining and stepped into the kitchen.
There was a stove, sink and fridge all tucked against one wall, with cupboards above it, and upon investigating they proved to be filled with pots, pans, bowls plates and Tupperware. Cupboards below the sink held dish soap and other leaning liquids. There was also a pantry that held dry goods, and the fridge was fully stocked.
“There is enough food to last a week, at week’s end food supply will restock.” The robotic voice answered as he opened the fridge.
Bobby narrowed his eyes and looked around, but could find no speakers.
“I don’t believe were in Kansas anymore.” Crowley answered. “This is like that really horrible TV show, Big Brother I think. Only there are usually twelve players, and the house is much bigger.”
This was weird, really weird and Bobby had also noticed there were no phones, and his cell phone was gone. There was no way out; he’d heard Crowley throwing things at the windows with the reply of ‘Outside privileges are earned’ taunting him. They were stuck in here, together. Bobby was stuck in this place with Crowley, king of the crossroads-demon.
“What are you goin’ on about? I don’t want to be stuck in this place with you.”
“Well, you’re not exactly the type of company I’d choose to be locked in ‘cupid’s cabin’ with either.” Crowley shot back.
“Arguin’ will get us nowhere, we have to figure out where we are, who’s doing this and why.” Bobby rubbed at his stubble a bit. “Could it be demons?”
Crowley shrugged. “I don’t know, but this doesn’t seem there style. Lock us in a room with no food or water and plenty of weapons to kill each other with, yes, but this; no.”
“Angels then?”
Crowley snorted and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh shut up.”
Bobby grumbled and looked around before dropping down onto the couch.
“Look at all this, we have a nice fireplace, but we can’t get any wood because were redistricted to the house.” Crowley mused.
“Firewood is in the laundry room, which it next to the bathroom.”
Bobby couldn’t help but chuckle at the dumbfounded look on Crowley’s face.
“This is not funny; how the bloody hell do we get out?”
“That is for you to decide.” The Robotic voice answered once again.
“Oh, cryptic, I like cryptic; you can shove it up you’re arse!”
Bobby couldn’t help but notice how Crowley slipped into deep British terms when he was angry, or how his eyes seemed to change, turning into snake-like slits and turning a yellow, not like Azazel, but almost reptilian. He shook his head, disturbed that he had noticed this change in the demon, let alone was thinking about him. This place was bad; bad news and it was going to be the death of him.
Or maybe he’d go insane. One or the other it wouldn’t be pleasant. Still, Crowley did make good company. Like hell he’d admit that.
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on 2010-06-27 11:55 pm (UTC)I cannot wait to find out where that robotic voice is coming from and to know what they have to do to get out. I wonder if there is a camera in the bed room? LOL
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on 2010-06-28 12:00 am (UTC)Lol, don't we all, as for getting out, that;'ll be interesting. O.o hmm, interesting idea...
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on 2010-06-28 05:41 am (UTC)I totally can't wait to see how this story progresses. I feel pervy for asking but are Bobby and Crowley going to get steamy on screen(or on camera as someone asked earlier)?
I've read tons of schmoop lately and my inner perv is dying for Bobby/Crowley steamy action.
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on 2010-06-28 05:43 am (UTC)Neaither Can I...I have a blatent Idea...but it's all going to be new to me as I go XD. I dunno...
XD I have no friggen clue if I can write old man sex O.o serisly...I porably could...because I'm pervy and yeah >.> I just dunno if my Beta can handel it XD.
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on 2010-06-28 05:59 am (UTC)lol, it's totally cool with me if you can't/don't wanna, I could totally imagine the dirty hysterical feeling someone would be over powered by while writing old man sex. XD There's just some reason I'd really like to read it though -^0^-
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