The first few times the demon returned with little gifts. Bobby knew that he did this because he wasn't sure how to express himself. Because he was worried that the hunter was angry with him or change his mind, but he didn't intend on doing so.
The old hunter had a lot of fun letting the king squirm, being sarcastic and joking around, but he never let the other doubt his feelings. They spend time together like they had before. Drinking, talking, doing their jobs and sometimes even watching TV.

The last one was the option they had settled on this evening. The two no longer sat on different seating options, instead they shared the couch. Bobby's head rested on the demons shoulder, his arms crossed in front of his chest, while Crowley's arm lay around his shoulders, glass of craig in the other hand and his feet up on the couch table (to Bobby's dismay).
The TV showed some sort of soap opera but neither of them really followed the plot.

The hunter knew he should be content with how the things were between them, but the uncertainness crawled under his skin.
After all they hadn't talked properly about their relationship since the beginning two weeks ago. It were the little things that let him know what the demon felt, yet he wanted it confirmed. They hadn't even kissed properly again after the whole all or nothing incident. Just small caresses of affection like some unsure teenagers...

Slowly Crowley's behaviour annoyed him. Not that he was so sure of himself, he hadn't had a relationship since Karen, just a few one-night stands (which were probably less then what Dean fucked in a week on hunts in different cities).
But his, whatever they were, was the fucking king of hell and former king of crossroads! Kissing and other acts of intimacy were part of his job description (he even pointed it out once before!), then why would he play everything safe? They really had to talk about this.

Organizing his thoughts Bobby collected his courage to start this conversation.
"He Crowley..."
All he got was a affirmative "Mhh" from the demon.
"We have to talk..."
The other mans head snapped in his direction with an expression the hunter couldn't read.
Yet he continued. "I was thinking... We have this", he made a wide gesture between them, "going on since two weeks and we never clarified what this is."
Scanning his opponents face for a reaction, he laid his hand above his.
"I..." Before he could get further into the topic, an engine was heard in the front yard.
Drawing his eyebrows together he stood up abruptly. He wasn't really expecting anyone, but with all the noise the car was making it seemed to be an emergency.

Glancing back at Crowley he quickly got to the door. "Were not finished!", he shouted over his shoulder.
The demon didn't even seem to notice that as he was frozen in his place.

His thoughts were running wild. Crowley had already expected that they had to label their relationship eventually. But really being confronted with it was different. Not that he wasn't sure of his own feelings... Hell, he had spent enough time sorting them out, because it was the first time in forever that he had felt that much. He definitely knew that he loved the old hunter, he cared deeply for him and wanted to be with him, but this exactly was the problem. Not only was he a demon, he was the king of hell and when the word got out that he dated a hunter they would start a riot or worse, hunt Bobby and use him as leverage (at best). Further he was all too aware of their different life expectancies. Getting attached to the hunter meant losing him in a few years, if not sooner. And then? He would surely go to heaven and the demon would never see him again... He didn't know if he could bear it.
But maybe they could make a deal for his soul, so he could take him to hell and form a demon out of him... Shaking his head the king of hell stopped these thoughts. No, he couldn't do this to Bobby. Being a demon wasn't so bad, but the process was too painful and he wouldn't steal the hunters happiness for selfish reasons.

He knew it wouldn't be easy but the king of hell would be dammed again if he gave up so easily. Crowley made his decision. He would stay with Bobby and see where their relationship went. Like in everything he'd done, he would go all in.

Standing up he strolled to the entry hall, where his lover was arguing with non-other than Sam Winchester. Bollocks... This couldn't be a good sign.
As Sam looked up and saw him he looked panicked at first. Grinning the demon raised his hand in greeting and got a polite nod in return.
Bobby looked between him and the door before stepping closer. "Hey, there is an emergency... A few towns over..."
Interrupting him the demon nodded in understanding. "You don't have to explain. Go with moose. If you need me call."
Without missing a beat the hunter answered. "But... we..."
Leaning in Crowley gave him a small peck on the lips. "We continue this little chat later. I won't run."
Grinning at the surprised expression of his lover he left the house humming before teleporting.

Bobby couldn't believe what just happened. The demon had just kissed him... in front of his adoptive son. Balls...
Turning slowly, he searched for the gaze of the younger Winchester, unsure if he would flip. Instead, he was crushed in a hug.
"Ha! I knew it! Congrats on your relationship. Seems like you two finally got some balls. But maybe don't introduce Dean to it like this..."
Patting the tall boy on his back, the older hunter detached from the embrace.
"Watch it! But thanks... Hope your brother takes it the same way."
Straightening his posture Bobby stepped outside the house and approaches his car. "Com'on boy! I believe you said this case was important!"

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I may or may not finish this story this weekend. I have 2-3 more chapters planned from which one more is finished. Sooo ....  yeah just a little info. Thanks for reading. :)