Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.

A/N- Um...I'm not even sure what I was thinking but I just really wanted to write for the pairing...so here it is...

Of all the stupid, ridiculous things to happen, it figures that it would happen to him.

The one time- one time- that he goes to a bank as a favour for the boys, this happens.

Bobby walks into the bank, fake ID in hand and going over his cover story in his head.

He makes it halfway to the manager's office when a shot is fired and his instincts have him diving behind a desk.

His first thought is that his cover's blown, that the shifter they're hunting has found him and that his guns are in his truck and completely useless to him now.

Bobby peers cautiously around the desk and rolls his eyes at the sight before him.

There's no real relief at the fact that it's just some dumb bank robber with a ski mask and a rifle because he's dressed as a Fed, stuck in the bank and has places he needs to be.

His day really isn't going well.

Then he's spotted.

"You! Out from back there! Hands where I can see them!"

Bobby sighs and stands, hands held high.

"Who're you?" The masked man demands and Bobby is already figuring out the easiest way to disarm the guy. This is going to be the shortest bank robbery ever.

"He works for me."

Bobby closes his eyes and takes a deep calming breath because this is not what he needs right now. He opens his mouth to say; no he does not work for him but is interrupted.

"I'm the bank manager."

Bobby looks over to where Crowley is standing at the door to the managers office, smirk in place. He winks over at Bobby and the older man valiantly resists the urge to ring the demons neck. Sometimes he gets the feeling that the demon is stalking him.

"If you'll come with me, I'm sure I can help you and then we can all go home." Crowley gives a half smile and the robber looks between Bobby- glowering at the demon, and Crowley- still smiling somewhat pleasantly.

He ends up following Crowley into the office. The door swings shut behind them and Bobby thinks, dumbest robber ever, before Crowley comes striding back out before the other hostages have even decided to make a run for it.

"Ladies and gentlemen," He claps his hands together. "Thank you for your patience, there is no longer any danger, please feel free to continue on with your day."

"What the hell was that?" Bobby demands as they make their way quickly out the back. He blinks and suddenly they're back at his house. He spares a moment of irritation thinking about how he's going to get his truck before rounding on the demon again.

"That was me rushing to your rescue, love." Crowley smirks, pulling off his coat and unbuttoning his cuffs.

"I didn't need to be rescued." Bobby insists, following the demon as he wanders into the kitchen. He watches as his fridge is rummaged through. "I had everything under control."

"Of course you did." And Bobby knows he's being mocked. "But my way was much faster."

Bobby rolls his eyes; ready to argue when Crowley straightens up, closing his fridge and turning to face him with a slight frown.

"You have nothing to eat in there." He says, then grins, devious and charming. "Let's go out. We haven't gone out in ages."

Bobby sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and accepts that this is one time he's not going to win.

"Fine." He says. "But you're paying."

Crowley presses a quick kiss to his cheek and grabs his coat again.

"Of course, darling."