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Bobby knows it's wrong. Spoilers up until present.
Note: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
Bobby knew that this was wrong, that he should insist on being placed in line with the rest of his fellow humans. But that was just so boring, and really, what could Bobby being placed there do to alleviate their boredom? Here, Bobby told himself, he could try to convince Crowley to make Hell a more pleasant place. And, yeah, the Hunter hadn't had much success so far with that particular objective, but he knew he could convince the King to do so eventually. Crowley seemed ridiculously eager to please the Hunter. Whether it was allowing Bobby to get revenge on his Father or merely a fond caress, there was little that Crowley withheld from him. That was, if Bobby was willing to pay the price.
Which led to him being where he was. It wasn't too bad, Bobby mused. It was more than worth it, really. It was a small price to pay for Crowley giving the boys his real blood. Besides, Crowley's bed was so damn comfortable, Bobby thought, as he nestled deeper into the, feeling the smooth silk upholstery against his skin. And, even though he'd deny this if anyone asked, Crowley wasn't all that bad company ,either. The bedroom door swung open, and Bobby glanced up to see the King of Hell himself.
"Shall we have another go, Darling?" Crowley smirked, leaning against the doorway.
Bobby sighed. "Titanic hits the Iceberg, the ship sinks, and people die. The ending's not going to be any different the third time around."