Bobby Singer sniffled as he pulled up his pants, seeing the scrape on his knee. His daddy was mad at him and pushed him out of the house. He sniffled loudly as he sat on the ground, rubbing his eyes.

"Bobby?"

Bobby looked up and saw his best friend, Crowley, looking at him with a frown.

Crowley was a strange boy. His mother is a recluse and was rumored to perform witchcraft. Crowley always wore dark suits and his dog, Juliet, was always by his side.

"You ok?" he asked.

Bobby tried to answer, but only a sob came out. Crowley then knelt down and took out a band aid, putting it over the bleeding cut. Bobby smiled as Crowley helped him up.

"Wanna go to my house?" Crowley asked, Juliet barking at his side. Bobby nodded and Crowley smiled, taking him by the hand. He pulled him toward his house, the two laughing as the dog yipped around them.

AN: I wrote this based on a pic by Gorlasser, keep up the good work hun. Little Bobby and Crowley, squee!

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