A/N: I saw this post on tumblr that said 'imagine a serious character getting scared by a toaster' and this was born in my mind… so, to honor the start of the holiday break, here's this! Hope you enjoy!

Crowley follows the voices of two vary annoyed hunters to the kitchen. He peeks in and sees the eldest brother, Dean, standing and looking down on his little brother, Sam.

"Dammit, Sam! Why is that sonofa bitch still here?" Dean asks in an angry hushed tone.

"Dean," Sam sighs. "Crowley can help us, I'm sure of it."

"He ain't doing nothing except causing trouble!"

Sam shakes his head. "He said he'd get the Mark off."

Dean looks away for a moment, muttering, "Demons lie, Sammy. That's what they do."

They start a heated argument. Crowley decides he's had enough and steps into the kitchen. "Hello, boys," his voice drawls.

The hunters immediately shut up and Dean hurriedly sits down, opening a magazine. "Were you discussing me and the little 'deal' I made with Moose?"

Dean snaps his head up, looking at Crowley, then Sam. "You didn't!"

"I didn't…" comes Sam's confused reply.

Crowley tilts his head back and laughs. "I'm just joking with you, Squirrel."

He begins to stalk around the table, coming to Dean's side. He takes slow steps, trying to be intimidating. As he reaches Dean, the counter directly behind his back, he stops. He places a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Oh, little Moose here is too smart for that. He made sure I would help him with no soul-selling involved. He even-"

A loud springing sound rings throughout the small kitchen. Crowley jumps, letting out a shrill yelp. He lands facing the counter, one hand covering is chest.

Behind him, the hunters howl with laughter. "Dude, can you believe that the King of Hell was just scared by a toaster?" Sam chokes out.

Crowley growls. "I was not expecting that infernal device to make that noise."

Dean grins wide. "Dude, it was just a toaster. No need to get your panties in a bunch."

"I do not wear panties!"

"I gotta go tell Cas," Dean chuckles.

Crowley's eyes get wide. "Dean Winchester, I will send you to the deepest, darkest pit in hell!"

"Already been."

Dean leaves the room. Crowley growls once again, not bothering to follow him.

"So," Sam draws out. "Would you like some toast?"

A/N: Please review! I want to write more fics, including crossovers and AUs… so watch out for those. Peace out, henchmen.

+Gellie