Cowbells is the ship name for CrowleyXGabriel. I use to call it Growley but since Mark Shepard said that was his Hell Hound's name my friend convinced me to change the ship name to Cowbells.

Cowbells

"You're papers are not signed and that is that," Snape finished. Crowley had protested long enough and returned to the castle as he watched his fellow students walk off to Hogsmead.

"Bloody idiots," he whispered under his breath. Still fuming he walked through the Entrance Hall. Finally losing it, his wand whipped out and a suit of armor nearby exploded.

"Looks like you could use some help."

He turned around. There stood Bella Talbot. She was another Slytherin who was notorious for her sticky fingers.

"Bella," Crowley regained his composure, "What do you want?"

"What I always want, a deal."

Crowley looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Go on."

"In our previous exchanges I've always asked for the money when I deliver the product. But since I like you I'll bend the rules, only this once."

Realizing his luck was changing, Crowley smiled, "Perhaps we should make this conversation a little more private."

The Slytherin common room was mostly black. Black chairs, black tables and black leather couches. A greenish glow came from the windows which looked out into the lake. The room was also empty. Most of the older students had gone to Hogsmead and the first and second years were running around trying to finish their weekend homework. It was the ideal place for privacy.

"It sounds to me like you are in need of a way to get out of the castle without being noticed."

"And you know of such a way?" Crowley was skeptical.

"There is a map."

"A map?"

"Quiet!" Bella demanded. "There is a map of the entire castle including passages you've never even heard of-"

"That's all great, love, but that can only help me so much with sneaking out without being seen. There is no guarantee that these passages will prevent me from running into any teachers or Filch."

Bella looked at him with scorn and said in a deadly whisper, "I wasn't finished."

The boy instantly went silent.

She waited a moment to gain her cool, "Now this map, it doesn't only show passages. It shows people, where they are, what they're doing at any point, anywhere at any time of the day."

Crowley didn't dare to interrupt again so he waited to make sure she was done. "So I could see where the teachers were and avoid them as I sneak out?"

"Precisely."

"And you know where to find me this map?"

"I do…for the right price."

"What do they find so interesting at Hogsmead anyway?" Gabriel asked his brother Balthazar.

"Same place."

"Same people."

"Same stores."

"At least that leaves us the castle for ourselves." He looked up and saw a familiar Slytherin turn the corner and walk in their direction. "Well, mostly to ourselves."

"Boys," she said coming to a stop in front of them.

"Bella," they greeted in unison.

"Not going to the village, I see."

"No, we thought we could find entertainment…" Balthazar looked her up and down, "elsewhere."

She took note of his tone of voice, "Perhaps by elsewhere you mean the empty classroom I just passed down the hall."

Gabriel rolled his eyes as his brother grinned widely, put his arm around the girl and saunter away.

They made sure the door was closed before grabbing each other. Bella put her hand on the back of his head to pull him in closer. Her other hand lay still on his chest. In contrary his hands roamed wildly about her body. Their kisses were not soft or kind. They were greedy and rushed. This wasn't their first time together. She knew his weaknesses and found no shame in using them to her advantage. He pushed her back onto a desk when she started biting his lip. He pushed his tongue past her teeth to introduce with hers. Bella took this chance to slip her hand through his robes and located a thick piece of parchment. Slowly she pulled out the paper. Suddenly his hand grabbed her wrist in a tight grasp. He pulled his face away so she could see his slight smirk and mischievous, playful eyes. She felt his other hand leave her side. In return she slowly drew back her hand that had been on Balthazar's neck.

In one quick motion they both drew their wands and separated so that the tips of the wands were nearly touching. Even though Bella held the map Balthazar was still smirking.

"Why is it that we only meet when you need something?" he asked.

"Why is it that you always have what I want?" she returned.

"The book, the enchanted necklace, and now the map. What do you even want them for?"

"I procure special items for a select clientele."

"Oh, so you're a thief that sells stolen goods."

"A thief? No. A great thief. Besides it's not like you bought that necklace from Bourgins and Burks."

There was a pause where Balthazar realized that he had tried to sell the necklace, claiming it was enchanted but it was really cursed, making him not much better, or even worse than her.

Bella held her wand steady while Balthazar's was loose in his hand. He eyed the parchment.

"Expelliarmus!"

Without his brother, Gabriel found the day was growing increasingly boring. He began to wish he had gone to Hogsmead. For an early lunch he made his way to the Great Hall. There weren't many people in there so he sat alone at the Ravenclaw table, keeping his distance from any first years. It wasn't before long, however, when he saw a sixth year Slytherin with dark hair sit at his table.

"Crowley," Gabriel said as he sat down across from him at the Slytherin's table.

"Gabriel, what do you want?" he responded impatiently.

"I thought you would be in the village selling your usual crap to those poor third years."

"Well I'm not today, so why don't you scram."

"Come on, Crowles!" the boy cringed at the nickname. "What? Can't get out of the castle?"

From the look in his eyes Gabriel could tell he was right.

"What if I could get you out without getting caught?"

"Too late, somebody's already offered me that."

"Was it Bella? Did she offer you a map?"

Crowley stayed silent and ate the roast beef and corn bread on his plate.

"What did she ask for in return? Money?"

"I don't see how my deals are any of your business."

Gabriel reached into his robes and pulled out a large piece of parchment. Crowley pretended not to notice or care when the boy next took out his wand and mumbled a few words. He no longer could hide his stare as the paper filled with lines and inkblots that moved. Gabriel noticed Crowley's interest.

"I don't want money," he told him.

And suddenly Crowley found himself making a deal. Gabriel didn't want to exchange money because he found that the map was priceless. He also didn't want to give Crowley the map. Instead he offered to guide the boy there and back for nothing in return (he said something about needing something from there anyway). Crowley knew he would regret it later but he accepted the deal.

"Follow me," Gabriel looked at the map and guided Crowley out into the Entrance Hall where they ran into a slightly out of breath Bella. She held a large piece of parchment in her hand.

"Sorry, darling, our agreement has been terminated."

"But I have the map," she tried to sound less panicked than she was.

"No, you don't" Gabriel flashed the map before leading Crowley up the stairs, leaving her alone.

In shock Bella looked down at the phony in her hand. Unfolding it she saw that there were words written inside.

They read:

"Bella, darling, learn that you are not the only one who can play tricks. Love, your enemy with benefits, Balthazar."

Crowley found himself standing in front of a statue of a one-eyed witch.

"Shouldn't we, I don't know, be sneakier?" he asked.

"There's no one around us," his guide told him. "Here, look," he opened the map to show two blots with their names on it. There weren't any other dots anywhere nearby.

Gabriel then pulled out his wand and said "Dissendium."

Before Crowley's eyes the statue opened to reveal a hole leading into darkness. He looked up to see Gabriel smirking.

"I am not going down there," he said.

"I didn't know Slytherins were scared of the dark," he jumped down and disappeared from sight.

The next thing Crowley knew was that he was soon standing in the darkness beside his new acquaintance.

Lumos," Gabriel whispered. His wand illuminated the narrow, dirt passage. "Follow me," was his only command and last thing they spoke before their arrival. It took them what felt like an hour to make their way to the end. The passage was so small their shoulders brushed against each other constantly.

Finally they came to a stop in front of stone steps. There well could have been one hundred or even two hundred steps before they stopped at a trapdoor.

"Nox," Gabriel put out his wand and put a finger to his lips to tell Crowley to be silent. There was something about the scene. Gabriel leering at him with golden eyes, his fingers on his lips in the small amount of light coming through the trap door. He watched as the boy reached his arms up and pushed the door open, letting even more light in. The sudden light blinded him, forcing his eyes shut. He felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him forward.

When he opened his eyes he saw that he was in a cellar stocked with candy.

"Honeydukes?" he asked.

"No, the Hogshead," Gabriel sneered sarcastically while he took handfuls of candy out of boxes and put them in his cloak.

When he was done stuffing his pockets he led Crowley up the wooden stairs, waited for the right moment, snuck into the crowd and out the door into the streets.

"Thanks for your help, Eagle Boy, but I'm fine from here," Crowley brushed him off and made his way to his usual trading spot.

"As you wish," Gabriel spoke right before opening a bag of Bernie Bots Every Flavor Beans.

"It's a fair deal, Crowley," the big haired girl smiled.

"River, darling, I'm not stupid like your little friends. I know what a love potion looks like."

She scowled.

"Now, if you really want this potions book you're going to have to come up with a real polyjuice potion," he continued.

"Fine, what would you want for instant darkness powder?" she asked.

"Three sickles for one bag," he pulled a small bag out of his cloak.

"A bargain," River remarked sarcastically, "But I'll take it."

They exchanged the coins for the bag.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Crowley turned his back to her and started walking in the other direction.

Suddenly everything around him went dark and he began choking on the thick, black smoke that surrounded him. He felt rough hands search his robes before shoving him onto the ground.

Finally when the air cleared he found himself alone. Frantically he searched himself for the Prince's Advanced Potions book but couldn't find it.

"River!" he screamed angrily.

None of his deals went well that day. Mycroft Holmes, the prefect, came by occasionally, causing Crowley to relocate each time. Both Irene Adler and Becky had come to him for a strong love potion, like the one River had offered him. Looking upon his losses now he realized he should have taken River's potion and have Becky and Irene fight over it. Disgruntled and sporting a bruise where he landed he turned down the street and begun his way back to Honeydukes.

He came across Zonko's and remembered a shorter way than the main roads. There was just a small alley between Zonko's and the house next to it. Since both building were tall the alley was dark.

He pushed past a group of girls who were blocking the entrance. The noise behind him was slightly blocked out by the walls around him. He looked up from his feet to see a shadow not far from him.

"Gabriel?" he tried to make out the face.

"Hey, there, Crowles."

"Don't call me that," he scolded as he came to a stop in front of the boy eating a pumpkin pasty.

"Get what you came here for?"

"No," Crowley said short and gruffly, "Did you?"

"Not yet," Gabriel responded, finishing his treat.

"Listen, Bird-Boy," Crowley called the Ravenclaw, "I don't like being in anyone's debt so just tell me what you want and I'll-"

But he was cut off by Gabriel's lips on his own. For a moment he let it all happen. He let the hands slip under his cloak. He let his eyes fall shut. Just as suddenly as it started Gabriel moved his lips slightly away but kept little distance between their faces.

Crowley couldn't help himself. He reached one hand behind Gabriel's head and roughly pulled it closer, smashing lips and teeth together. This is all Gabriel needed before slamming Crowley against the brick wall. His hand groped more, familiarizing themselves with his body. The other responded with just as much enthusiasm.

Being the tease he was Gabriel's tongue played across Crowley's lower lip but he wasn't taking any of the prankster's bullshit. He forced his tongue into Gabriel's mouth, finding it to taste sugary and as sweet as he had just eaten the entire store of candy. In fact, it wasn't a totally impossible idea.

This time it was a loud eruption of laughter that stopped their fun. Both boys gave dark sideways glares at the group of girls near the entrance of the alley. Though the girls hadn't seen them they felt a bit exposed.

"Maybe we could find a place a bit more private," Crowley suggested. His partner smirked and led him to the back door of the candy shop. There they waited for a moment to sneak back down the cellar and to their secret passage.

Only once they were in the shadows of their hidden passageway did they resume their pleasurable activity. However, this time it was Crowley who was pinning his victim to the dirt wall. It started to get hot as they peeled their cloaks and jumpers off. Crowley tangled his fingers in Gabriel's hair, pulling occasionally to get a moan out him. He slipped his other hand under the grey shirt. Gabriel searched for the perfect grip. His only problem was that they were all perfect. He found that one of his favorites was his ass. With one hand he could control Crowley's hips as they grinded against his own.

He broke away from the hungry clash of lips and tongues and began kissing along Crowley's jaw line.

"Is that your wand in your pocket," he said between kisses, feeling the boy's length against his thigh," or are you just happy to see me?"

"Enough with the foreplay, angel," he responded by unbuttoning Gabriel's pants and sliding them down to his knees, along with his underwear, as he kneeled on the soft dirt.

Gabriel leaned his head back as he entered Crowley's warm, wet mouth. He started slowly at first, moving his lips up and down Gabriel's throbbing length. Skillfully he flicked his tongue over the tip before running it down to the base. As he quickened his pace Gabriel began thrusting his hips to Crowley's rhythm. One hand came down to hold Crowley's head closer while the other pushed against the wall to steady himself.

He had long admired Crowley and his cunning ways. It wasn't very long ago that he started thinking about him and with more pleasurable thoughts. Often he caught himself staring at the way he walked, struck by the charisma practically emitting from him, and watching his lips move and smirk with the nastiest of jeers and curs. Now he looked down at those same lips stretched and pink while he fucked into his mouth, feeling the tongue that had spoken so vehemently in anger and that was the master of all things sarcastic or…otherwise pleasing. Gabriel sucked in his breath as Crowley teased with his tongue on the head of his cock before taking in all of him once more. He could feel the burning in his stomach move down; he was coming closer to his peak.

"Crow-" he tried to speak but several moans and grunts disrupted in his throat. "Crowles."

"Hm?" he hummed in response, sending vibrations through the boy's dick.

It was all Gabriel could handle before releasing into his throat. Shaking with is orgasm he collapsed into Crowley's lap, slumped against the wall with his knees on either side of the boy who was wiping the spit and cum off his lips. Panting, Gabriel rested his forehead on the Slytherin's shoulder.

"Your tongue is bewitched," he said once he caught his breath.

"Perhaps we should return to the castle," he tried to move under the sweaty body's weight.

"Not just yet," he said as deft hands unbuttoned Crowley's pants.

The moon was high in its Heavenly perch from which it watched the castle below with all of its sleeping students. One could hear the stars singing were they to be deathly silent and listen hard enough. However, in the castle two of the few still awake were far from quiet.

"I can't believe you don't know any cleaning spells!" Gabriel said loudly as he climbed out of the hidden tunnel.

"What do I look like, a bloody house elf?" Crowley shouted back.

"Sh!" he warned as he pulled out the Marauder's Map to check that nobody was near. He replaced the map inside his pocket and readjusted the cloak to cover the wet stain on his shirt and pants. Crowley fidgeted with his own robes, continually looking down to double check.

"You look fine," Gabriel said annoyed. "Now I presume that you can make it back to your common room without getting caught."

"Goodbye, Bird-Boy," the other said roughly as he walked away. After taking not but a few steps he turned again to his unlikely business partner who was swaggering off in the other direction.

"Gabriel!" he called out. The boy turned on his heel, a smirk apparent on his face. "Just out of curiosity, was that personal, or business?"

He waited a moment.

"Call it personal by means of business."

Gabriel made his way back to the Ravenclaw Tower through his familiar shortcuts. He pulled a tapestry away to reveal a well hidden staircase and what appeared to be his little brother, Castiel, underneath that Gryffindor, Dean Winchester.

"Hey, bro," he announced his presence.

Dean froze on top of the poor, mortified boy who had adopted a look of horror at the sound of his brother's voice.

"Looks like you're getting a lot of studying done," he continued before chuckling to himself while walking away.

He didn't bother waiting for his brother in their common room. Instead he went to his dormitory and changed into dry, clean clothes. Just before turning the light off he took one more look at the map to see Crowley in the dungeon. He ran through all of the new names he was given that day. Angel was by far his favorite.