Lucifer was bored. It all went downhill from there.

Somewhere off in Gabriel's own little house of weirdness, Lucifer decided to pay his little bro a visit. After all, he had only assumed the guise of a Trickster, but who do you think he learned it all from? Whistling up his masterpiece, he nodded with a grin of satisfaction for a job well done and zapped himself up into the rafters.

A short time later, Gabriel came home, his eyes scanning the room before immediately lighting with delight at the surprise in the middle of his table. It was a cake. A very nice looking cake. With a little note scribbled on a pad of paper by the side. He read it. "Don't eat me."

Lucifer silently snickered.

Gabriel ate it. Of course he ate it. Yum. Five seconds later, he exploded. The archangel in the rafters nearly fell of laughing.

"LUCIFER!" God's Voice boomed in his head.

"Whaaaaat?" he whined. Of course, Dad was there to rain on his parade.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO PUT ARCHANGELS BACK TOGETHER? YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!"

Lucifer pouted. Trying to think up new nefarious plans, he sat for awhile before finally getting one, and zapping off again. Not before waiting for God to put Gabriel back together though and snapping a picture of his outraged face on his iPhone.

Away in the Bunker, the Winchesters were relaxing for the first time in weeks, having no cases to work, and the world not being in dire danger for once.

Meanwhile, a mischievous archangel invited himself in, flipping off the Angel Warding as he went. Who cared about their scribbles? He was Lucifer bloody freaking Morningstar.

A moment later, Sam who was relaxing in a chair with some nerdy book –Lucifer didn't care- he found himself in the dark. Alone.

"What the hell?"

The lights turned on. He was in a closet. A very small closet. Full of clowns. "SURPRISE!" they cheered.

"AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!"

Dean, who'd just come out of a relaxing shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, jumped in surprise at his little brother's scream.

"Sammy!?" he hollered, racing down the hall, "CAS! Get your ass down here, the Bunker's under attack!"

Seeing a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye, he whirled around. Spiders. A FREAKING TON of spiders. Were skittering across the floor after him. Screaming, he ran faster.

A moment later, a 6'4" Sammy tore shrieking out of the closet, wearing a rubber red nose and doused in glitter, crashed into his brother, and they tumbled head over heels to the floor. This was followed by the howls of laughter from the closet clowns.

"Sammy, what's going on!" Dean tried to shove his much larger brother off of him as the spiders surrounded them. It didn't work. Somehow they were stuck together? What kind of glue was this? And where the HELL was Dean's towel?

"Hello Dean," the customary greeting of Castiel sounded from behind him, and he gaped up at the angel, who was staring unimpressed at the two brothers. Then he exploded.

There was a moment of silence where a Cas-covered Dean exchanged a glance with his sparkly bro. "I hate angels," Sam sobbed.

Lucifer, watching video footage from the control room, cackled gleefully. He'd recorded it all.

"LUCIFER, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" God boomed.

"But he wasn't an archangel," Lucifer whined.

"WHY IN MY-NAME, CAN YOU NOT STOP SMITING YOUR BROTHERS? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH OF A PAIN IN MY ASS YOU ARE?"

"Yeeeeeaaaaa, but you love me," the archangel grinned goofily at the ceiling. God decided that didn't warrant a response.

THE NEXT DAY

"Dean."

"What?" Dean responded grumpily. He'd wanted to sleep in after that HORRIFIC THING that happened the day before and shall never be named or mentioned again. Surely this could wait until he had his first cup of coffee?

Sam plopped down on his bed with his laptop.

"Oh, nonononono. HELL. NO." Of course there was a Youtube clip off the entire thing.

"Gabriel Facebooked this to me," Sam explained.

"Wait…first of all Facebooked is NOT a word. Second, GABRIEL is on Facebook? And you're friends with him? I'm going to KILL him for doing this!" Dean roared.

"Hey, no. He swears it wasn't him," Sam protested.

"Suuuuure. And his name, really? Trickster LordofSex? Gimme that," Dean nabbed his laptop.

"HEY!" Sam tried to peer at what he was doing.

Pulling up group messages with Gabriel, he started typing.

DEAN (SAM): Who sent you this?

CANDYMAN: Not telling ;P

DEAN (SAM): TELL ME. OR I WILL SHOOT U IN THE KNEECAS

ME: Why would you shoot me in the knee Dean?

"Wait…. CAS is on FACEBOOK?" Dean stared at Sam. "Wait, why is he your friend and not me?"

"Well, you never really go on it… and you usually just pray to him anyways," Sam shrugged.

"And why is his profile picture of the ceiling…?"

DEAN (SAM)" It's a typo Cas. I meant to say kneecap. I will shoot your brother in the kneecap.

CANDYMAN: Well that's not very nice. Now I'll have to play a prank on you as well as THAT OTHER GUY.

ME: It was Lucifer.

DEAN (SAM): WHAT?!

CANDYMAN: -changes ME's name to TATTLETAIL

SEXYSATAN: Finally, I get the credit :D

CANDYMAN: -changes SEXYSATAN's name to ASSBUTT

TATTLETAIL: l o l

ASSBUTT: You're typing that with a straight face, aren't you….

DEAN (SAM): I hate you all.

TATTLETAIL: ;n;

DEAN (SAM): Except you.

CANDYMAN: Dean, you can't hate your Bro in law!

DEAN (SAM): Wait…what?

ASSBUTT: -shares screenshot of CANDYMAN's profile- In a relationship with Sam Winchester

"SAMMY!"

Sam ran from the wrath of Dean.

About to follow him and have a very long discussion about his little brother and certain archangels, he heard another ping noise from Facebook and looked at it. He regretted it immediately.

TATTLETAIL: Lucifer, we're getting a divorce.

Dean's eyebrows would've rose to the ceiling if it was physically possible.

CANDYMAN: -exits chat-

DEAN (SAM): -changes name to DEAN- Where do you think you're going?! I'm going to break your elbows too! And Cas, please tell me you're NOT married to the Devil.

ASSBUTT: -changed name to SEXYASS- -shares screenshot of TATTLETAIL's profile- In a relationship with Castiel AngeloftheLord-

TATTLETAIL: I believe my brother. No, not the assbutt. Other one. Has currently kidnapped Sam. We should probably get him back. And Lucifer said we were in a relationship cause we're brothers. Relationship can be friends, family, or lovers.

SEXYASS: You know you want me.

DEAN: -kicks SEXYASS out of the conversation- Fine. Let's go get my brother back.

TATTLETAIL: -changes name to DEAN'SANGEL

DEAN: You're damn right.