BOBBY'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM
The news is playing on TV.
"Yesterday this Galveston shoreline was being pounded by ten foot swells and winds up to 150 miles per hour..."
ONE YEAR AGO
"..but today, well, there's not a cloud in sight. Hurricane Tiffany has broken up over the Gulf –"
the other side of the room, Bobby is working on some sort of magical ritual. He cuts his palm and adds his blood to the ingredients in a large bowl.
"Et ad congregandum... Eos coram me." Bobby Says
He lights a match and sets the ingredients in the bowl alight. Crowley appears in the kitchen doorway.
"Been making merry, have we?" Crowley Says
"Bite me." Bobby Says
"If that's your thing, snaps fingers to turn off Tv and steps toward Bobby, That Swan dive of Sam's was a thing of beauty. Tens all the way round. Standing ov from the Romanian judge. You should be proud, Bobby. As deaths go, it wasn't too shabby. Cheer up, mate, we just saved the sodding world together. Me, I've been celebrating." Crowley Says
"I'd hate to see what you call celebrating." Bobby Says
"Yes, you would." Crowley Says
Bobby lifts a bottle of alcohol and offers to Crowley
"Drink?" Bobby Asks
"No!" Crowley Says
Bobby pours himself a drink.
"Let me get this straight – we just "saved the sodding world together," and you're too good to drink with me" Bobby Says
"Obviously, doubt that you have my brand." Crowley Says
"What's your poison, your highness?" Bobby Asks
"Craig. Aged 30 years at least. I've been drinking it since grade school." Crowley Says
"Well, I got old rotgut aged 6 days" Bobby Says As he takes a drink as Crowley watches
"Swill like that is gonna burn a hole in your soul – oops sorry, my soul. But that's why you called. Our little deal." Crowley Says
"Yeah, well, it's about time you hold up your end and give it back." Bobby Says
"Give it back?" Crowley Says
"Our deal was, we ice Lucifer, you rip up the lease." Bobby Says
"Oh, You didn't read your contract." Crowley Says
"The hell you talking about, contract" Bobby Says
Crowley turns toward Bobby, snaps his fingers and points. Bobby writhes in pain as writing appears on his body.
"Paragraph 18, subsection B, which is on you naughty bits – I only have to make "best efforts" to give you back your soul." Crowley Says
"Meaning what?" Bobby Asks
"Meaning...I'd like to – but I can't." Crowley Says
"You lying sack of –" Bobby Says
"Ten years, you come to daddy. Until then, I suggest you start drinking the good stuff." Crowley Says
"I figured you'd say that. So you can rot here till you change your mind." Bobby Says
"Why? 'Cause you asked nicely?" Crowley Says
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FanfictionBook 5 It's Been A Year Since Sam risked his life and fell into the pit with Lucifer and Micheal. Dean kept his promise and moved it with Lisa & Ben and appears to be happy, Elena finds him but stops. Just When Everything in the world seemed okay...
