Title: To Save A Life

Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue

Warning: Slash if you squint

Note: Mark Shepherd said at one of the conventions that Crowley's hell hound was named "Growley" so that's what I used.

Note2: Picks up right after 7x09 "How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters"

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"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," Crowley sighed and shook his head. "Can't take care of yourself for a week, can you?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean growled. He surged forward, trying to get between the King of Hell and the older hunter.

Suddenly, a snap and snarl and Dean was very aware of the rancid, decaying body scent of Growly's breath.

"What's it look like?" Crowley gestured to the doctors who were pinned against the wall.

Sam noticed how the demon's eyes never strayed from Bobby.

"We're not making a deal," he said.

"I wasn't offering," Crowley eyes flicked up. "I'm doing this for myself."

Nothing else was said as the King of Hell bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Bobby's forehead. Suddenly, the bullet was pushed from Bobby's head, landing on the floor with a soft clink as the wound closed.

"All better," Crowley whispered as he took one of the towels from the surgery tray and wiped the blood from the hunter's forehead. "When he wakes up, tell him to give me a ring."

With one last glance at Bobby and a wink to the boys, Crowley disappeared.

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