AUTHOR NOTE: This is set after season 8. So. Spoilers.

Inspired by the pranking episode from season one. Eheheh.

Some destiel may show up. Well, I KNOW it will, I just don't know how much I'mma focus on it. So. Read at your own risk, non-destiel shippers!

It was only about a month after the angels fell that the boys began acting normal again. Well, as normal as the Winchesters were capable of. Castiel, Crowley, and Kevin, however, were a different story. The AP student-turned-prophet was doing well, all things considering, and his work on the angel tablet was keeping him busy. Crowley, shamed and guilted as he was, still managed to adjust to human life with only mild discomfort, clinging to his wit to keep him sane. The Winchesters had allowed him to stay at the bunker after they were certain he'd been healed completely. Whether it was out of the goodness of their hearts or simply that they felt the need to keep a close eye on him, the former demon didn't know, but he was grateful, nonetheless.

Castiel, however, was struggling to adapt. Where Crowley had the prior experience of being human, Castiel was equipped only with his observations over thousands of years, which, unfortunately, were lacking in many departments. Particularly hygiene. Dean had not been too pleased to have to teach the former angel to shower and brush his teeth, as well as tie his own shoes. But he'd been understanding, which Castiel was hesitantly thankful for. His guilt over the fallen angels was really what prevented his progress in his new human life. He didn't feel like he deserved happiness, so he often moped around the bunker when the boys weren't busy teaching him how to hunt.

After a few weeks of this figurative darkness hanging over the Batcave, Dean took it upon himself to lighten the mood one morning.

"Crowley."

The former demon looked up from where he sat at the dining room table as Dean took a seat in the chair next to him, the screech of the hunter's chair causing Crowley to wince.

Dean frowned. "You hungover?"

Crowley massaged his temples with shaking hands, groaning quietly in discomfort. "What gave you that idea?"

"Lay off the drinking, pal. It's not doing you much good."

"You're one to talk."

Dean's lips thinned as Crowley met his gaze. "Yeah, well. Maybe that's how I know. It won't make you feel any better about-"

"Did you come to talk to me about feelings, Dean?"

Shaking his head, Dean gave up. The negative vibes going around this place just made it all the more clear to him that he needed to do what he'd come to ask of Crowley, anyway. "No, guess not." He shifted in his seat as Crowley sipped at a glass of water. "I need your help."

This caught the former demon's interest. "Oh, really?" Finally, he thought, a distraction.

"We're gonna pull a prank on the rest of the guys." Dean couldn't hide the smirk that crept onto his face. "I mean, if you're up to it."

"Sure. Anything to keep my mind off of..."

"Right. Everyone needs some distracting, here. So. You down?"

"I thought that was implied by my last sentence. You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, Dean, are you sure you can come up with a suitable game plan? Or will you need my help with that, too?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I already have a plan, man. You just gotta help pull it off."

"And that plan is...?"

"We're gonna TP all their rooms tonight."

Crowley rolled his eyes, snickering as he turned to take his glass to the kitchen. Dean followed. "Hey! It'll be great if we do it right." He quieted down, scanning the room for Kevin, Cas, or Sam. All clear. "We can pull a Parent Trap on them."

"Okay, even I don't understand that reference, mate." Crowley set his glass in the sink and turned to face Dean.

"Y'know, dump mud and honey and crap all over them."

"Yeah, that's a great idea, if you're BLOODY GONNA CLEAN IT UP."

Dean silenced the man with a look.

"Alright. We can use the honey. Your angel-" Crowley paused and gave the hunter a look of mock sympathy. "Sorry, your ex-angel seems quite fond of the sticky mess, as I recall."

Dean grinned. "This is gonna be freakin' awesome."

"Oh, sure. Now who's doing what?"

"You wanna split up and take different people, or we could like, both do one thing. TP or honey?"

Crowley smirked. "You take Castiel, I'll handle Kevin, and we'll team up on Moose."

"Sounds good to me."

"After everyone's in bed?"

Dean nodded, beginning to walk back toward the dining room.

"Dean. They don't all sleep, you know. I'm not sure anyone here gets any sleep."

Dean smiled as he pulled a bottle out of his jacket pocket, shaking it so the former demon could hear the pills inside before tossing it to Crowley.

"Ah. Nice. I'll take care of these."

"You do that."

"Dean! Get your lazy ass over here," Crowley shouted from the dining room a few hours after dinner, "I'm not dragging them to their beds by myself!"

Dean was in the room in under a minute, admiring Crowley's work. Sam had fallen face first into the table, the hair that he refused to have cut covering his face. Kevin had passed out on the floor, his chair going down with him. Dean smirked as he laid eyes on Cas. The former angel's arms were folded across his chest as he slept leaning back in his chair, dark hair just barely over his eyes at some points. Dean made a mental note to get the guy a haircut. He was starting to look a little too much like the Cas he'd encountered in 2014, which bothered Dean more than he let on. The hunter's eyes flicked back to his brother, who appeared to be drooling on the table now. "Awesome." Dean brought his hands together in a single clap. "Let's do this."

Crowley grinned at the hunter as they took to their assigned rooms.

Dean had fallen asleep in the library after having a few drinks with Crowley, and woke a few hours later to make breakfast, eagerly waiting for the pranked three to awaken. Kevin was up first.

"What the hell?!"

Crowley looked knowingly at Dean as the hunter beamed, and together they watched the youngest prankee stumble out of his room, toilet paper stuck to his hair with honey. He held his honey-drenched arms out, moving rather like a zombie as he scowled at the prankers, who were laughing uncontrollably. "WHAT. THE. HELL," was all Kevin could say.

No one could say anything before Cas had silently joined the boy's side, his arms hung by his sides as he frowned, honey sliding down his face as he tilted his head. He was practically mummified in toilet paper, and he continued walking towards Dean quietly, looking at Kevin confusedly as he passed the panicked prophet. "Dean. I don't understand how this happened."

If it were possible to laugh harder than he already was, Dean did. He put a hand on his friend's shoulder, ignoring the sticky substance that had been sitting there all night. "It... It was a... A prank, buddy," Dean explained between what he would later describe as manly giggles.

Castiel frowned, bringing an arm up to peel toilet paper off his neck. "You did this?" he asked as he handed the hunter the sticky paper.

Nodding, Dean took it, suppressing another fit of laughter as he added, "Crowley, too."

"I took care of Kevin, there." Crowley was smirking at the prophet, who glared at him as he turned back to the hall.

"I'm showering," Kevin said as he stumbled away. "Did you drug us?" he asked upon noticing his own clumsiness.

"Maybe," Dean said as he shared a look with Crowley.

"Great. That's great, real mature," Kevin muttered as he exited the room.

Dean helped Castiel peel toilet paper off of him as Crowley finished his breakfast in silence. A few minutes later, the silence was broken.

"GOD DAMN IT, DEAN!"

"Sam's up," Dean said.

Crowley quickly put his dishes away and returned just in time to see the taller Winchester enter the room. They'd teamed up to create this masterpiece. Sam was covered not only in honey and toilet paper, but also feathers and chocolate syrup.

"Really, Dean? Really?!"

Dean's eyes widened at his brother's appearance, then he turned to Crowley. "Damn, we did better than I thought."

Crowley didn't take his eyes off their work, a smirk working its way onto his face. "I told you the syrup would make it better."

Dean nodded.

Castiel narrowed his eyes, standing next to Dean, or, more like leaning against him tiredly. "I don't understand... Why did you do this to us?"

Dean could almost hear the hurt in the poor ex-angel's voice. "It wasn't to be mean, Cas, it's supposed to be funny."

Sam rolled his eyes, which were barely visible under all the junk that had rested on top of him all night. "Don't worry, Cas, we'll get back at him."

"Bring it on," Dean challenged.

Crowley sighed. "You two make a game out of it, but I think Kevin and Castiel have had enough." He began to escort Cas out of the room, pulling him by the arm. "I'm not sure I'm up for much more pranking either, actually."

Dean could swear he saw his brother smirk under a thick layer of feathers and chocolate syrup. "Oh, don't worry, Crowley. I'm putting all my energy into getting back at Dean, specifically."

Dean's eyes widened in mock terror. "Oh, no, whatever shall I do?"

Sam scowled, crossing his arms. "Jerk."

Smirking, Dean grabbed Sam's breakfast plate and handed it to him. "Bitch."

And so it begins!

This was my first time writing Crowley. (And Kevin.) Not too sure about how to do Crowley here, 'cause, I figure, with all that guilt and such after his transformation he's probably not gonna be the same... I dunno. What do ya'll think? Review and let me know! :)