Death -Bobby

• Death : My character's reaction to your character dying.

Crowley been standing by his hospital bed for hours now. Those Winchester brats couldn't see him, and that's exactly how he wanted it. Bobby was literally at death's door; he could see the reaper standing patiently at the bedside, a twitch in its eye the only sign of his annoyance. Well, Crowley would be annoyed as well if he had to wait around for all these stubborn people all the time.

But he wasn't here to sympathize with a sodding reaper. He was here to make a deal.

Silently, he strolled towards the reaper, who was looking decidedly more murderous than just a few minutes ago. Bobby must be giving it hell trying to outrun it. Crowley could barely contain his smirk. Figured that the old grizzly would still be fighting to his dying breath.

Crowley tapped the reaper's shoulder and the agent of death wheeled around, its eyes flashing with irritation.

"Greetings, darling." Crowley gave a smile. "Fancy a quick chat?" It schooled its features into an impassive gaze, its eyes staring straight through him, seeing him for what he really was.

"You are Crowley. King of Hell, correct?" The reaper didn't need his confirmation, so Crowley never bothered to acknowledge it. "What is it that you want? I'm busy."

"Yes, you're busy standing around, being made into an idiot by a senile old man. Sounds cheery."

"He will break sooner or later. Everyone does."

"Yes, but I'm sure you have something else better to do than to waste your time here." The reaper fixed Crowley with an inquisitive look.

"I always have something to do, now don't I? But, what I am curious about, is why you seem to want me to leave this particular human alone." Crowley simply shrugged.

"Its not that I want him alive, I feel like he would be much better dead, honestly. But he keeps the Winchesters in line. And right now, that's my number one priority."

"You lie. You have a fondness for this human, don't you?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Crowley said breezily. "So, why don't you run off and move on. I still have a use for this mud monkey, Reaper."

An ugly look came over the reaper's features. "No. I don't care for whatever your whims may be, but death is calling for this human, and there will be no escaping it for him."

"No? You do realize I could force you. Didn't that happen to one of your co-workers by Azazel a few years back? What did she call herself, Tessa, wasn't it?" Crowley smiled god-naturedly. "Of course, you want to skip all of that little unfavorable business, I'm all for that as well."

If looks could kill, Crowley would have been a pile of ashes right now. "Don't think that Death will not hear about this." The reaper hissed, its eyes flashing dangerously.

"So tell your little daddy, Reaper. I've been fancying a chat with the bloke anyways." The reaper gave one last glare before vanishing and Crowley gave an inaudible sigh of relief.

Well, there was still work to be done. The reaper may have not been here to claim Robert's soul, but that didn't mean that the hunter couldn't die regardless and become a ghost instead. Crowley sighed again and rolled his sleeves up.

He hadn't used this power in a very, very long time. Concentrating, Crowley focused intently on controlling the energy being released from his very self; he had never been good with healing.

It felt like hours later by the time Crowley had lowered the pressure in Bobby's brain, allowing oxygen to properly flow in through the veins. Backing away from the bed, Crowley slumped against the wall, feeling absolutely drained. It was so much easier healing people if done with a deal powering it. Not to mention less taxing.

The King of Hell stayed sitting there until the doctors came in for another check up and proclaimed the man to be out of the critical range and healing just fine. Crowley wished he could take a picture of the Winchester's expressions of absolute joy.

He left as soon as Bobby's eyes started opening, ignoring how they seemed to linger in his general direction a bit longer than what was necessary.

He would never know that Crowley had helped them, but he was fine with that. Couldn't be seen going soft, now could he?

((I really wanted to add Cas in this…..but then I remembered that he was still considered to be dead at this point…..damm.))