I love Kevin and Crowley having a fight...I would love this scene to be real!

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'Hey Kev.' Crowley elbowed Kevin as he entered the kitchen. Kevin was sitting at the kitchen table a bowl of cereal balanced atop a stack of notes and dusty books.

'Get out of my sight Crowley.' Kevin Scowled.

'My my, what a friendly boy you are. I was at least expecting a thank you…'

'A thank you? You are kidding right?' Kevin looked incredulously at him.

'Well I did just save your mother, all out of the kindness of my heart.' He winked.

Kevin closed his eyes in frustration. 'Stop talking to me or I will jab this spoon in your face.'

'Tempting as it is to watch a skinny teen try and stab me with a spoon, I think I'll pass…Any fruit Loops left? I'm starving.' Crowley went to the cupboards and started to search for a box of cereal.

'Don't you dare touch my food. I don't want your demon hands all over them.' Kevin got out of his chair and stood in front of the cereal, glaring at him.

'Don't worry, I washed my hands,' He held up his hands and wiggled his finger.

'I'm serious Crowley.'

'Oh and I believe you, you have your serious face on and everything…Very scary.' He backed away slightly in mock fright. 'Now stop being childish and pass me the fruit loops.' He held out his hand. 'Any day now would be terrific.'

'You're such a funny guy Crowley. All those little jokes and quips. Now listen to me. You. Are. . …Got it?'

Crowley frowned at Kevin, then began to laugh. 'Kevin, its cereal. I'm hungry, just give it.' Kevin shook his head in defiance. 'I can't believe we are arguing about bloody cereal.' Crowley reached behind Kevin's back and snatched the box. 'Thanks Kevin, you're a real pal. Get me a bowl would you?

'Hey! Get off them!' Kevin lunged towards Crowley and grabbed the corner of the box.

'Kevin, don't be stupid.'

'They're mine!'

'Kevin get off me.' Crowley roared, as Kevin tried to wrestle him to the ground. 'It's not that I'm not flattered Kevin, trying to get me on my back and all, but really, you should have just asked.'

'Sam!?' Dean burst into the room holding a radio. 'I followed him down here, have you seen…' He cut off, seeing the most bazaar scene in front of him. 'What the…?'

Crowley pinched the underside of Kevin's arm and he screamed, backing off and falling breathlessly against the counter. 'You pinched me!'

'I did indeed Kevin. And I also have the cereal. Let's call it quits yeah?' Crowley smoothed down the front of his shirt.

'What the fuck is going on in here? You're telling me you're fighting over Cereal? I leave you alone for two seconds!' Dean shouted.

'You still can't have any.' Kevin glowered, ignoring Dean.

'You see Kevin. I don't think you have grasped the whole we had a fight and I won situation. I have the cereal, and you don't. Suck it up, I'm going to be here a while.'

'Over my dead body.' Kevin muttered.

'Oh, I'm counting on it Kev.'

'Right, so if we've both done measuring dicks, could we just all calm down for a sec?' Dean spoke into the silence. 'Did either of you see…'

'Why are you such a bitch Crowley?' Kevin shouted, interrupting Dean.

'Wow, were did that come from?'

'You're human now. You don't have an excuse for being a dick, so what is it?'

'Just because I'm human now, doesn't mean I'm suddenly a saint. I got your mum back, what more do you want from me?'

'Oh you haven't even stated to pay me back. Remember cutting off my finger? Because I do!'

'Oh yeah, they finger that Castiel so artfully attached again for you, that finger? Stop whining, I could have done a lot worse.'

'OK stop!' Dean forced his way in-between Crowley and Kevin. He pushed them apart and grabbed the box of cereal from Crowley's hands. 'So are we done? Everything out in the open?' Both of them looked down at the floor. 'Sulking now are we? Just great. I feel like you father.'

'Hmm, you know Dean, I've never really pictured you as a father figure. More…friends with befits, if you get my meaning.' He winked.

'You,' He pointed at Crowley, 'shut you face, and come with me. And you,' He pointed at Kevin, 'go do some shopping.' Kevin scowled and stumped off. 'And get me some pie!' Dean shouted after him.

'I do love a good tussle.' Crowley grinned.

'I told you not to aggravate him, could you at least do one thing I ask?'

'If you ask nicely…Why are you holding a radio?' Crowley asked frowning.

'Well if you had listened to me when I walked in you would have heard that I saw Sam, he went straight through that door,' he pointed at the one he had just walked through. 'Did you see him?'

'Well if you didn't notice, I was busy stuck in a head lock by the lovely Kevin.'

'Useless,' Dean muttered under his breath. 'Sam?' He shouted again, looking frantically in circles.

'I never knew you were so good at pirouettes Dean, really, you should join a ballet class.'

Dean ignored Crowley and walked out of the room, still moving the dials of the radio. 'Sammy?'

'Dean?' There was a whisper from down the hall. He carefully tiptoed down the corridor, Crowley craning his neck to look over his shoulder.

'O Sammy darling? Are you down there?'

'Knock it off' He elbowed Crowley in the ribs and he fell silent. 'Sam?'

'Dean, I'm here!' the outline of Sam flickered and suddenly he was standing at the other end of the corridor, looking pale and weak.

'Sam!' Dean rushed towards him and stopped short right in front of him. 'I feel like I should hug you or something!'

'Just a hello will do.' Sam smiled.

'Hello Sammy.' Dean smiled back, 'It's good to see you.'

'Well this is very touching, I might get out the hankies if this gets anymore hard core.'

'So, Crowley made it to the other side then?' Sam said. 'I don't think we thought through what would have happened if we actually made Crowley a human…Sorry about that Dean.'

'Hey, standing right here thank you very much!' Crowley wined.

'A winy son of a bitch isn't he.' Sam laughed.

'You don't know the half of it.' Dean tried to laugh along, but his face fell.

'What's up Dean?' Sam asked.

'You know what's up. I left you to die, that's what. And now you're a freaking ghost!'

'Better than in hell. Was a close call though. Abaddon sends her regards though…' Dean looked confused. 'Well you see, I died, and my soul was in the process of being sent to hell along with all the other demons on earth. It was rough, you know, being the only human in the middle of a fucking cloud full of demons…they were pissed, and they knew it was me who was causing it. Needless to say, they took their anger out on me. So I fought, and as we got to the devils gate, I sort of…held on. Abaddon was there too, she was the last one in before the gates closed. She was a stubborn bitch, but I took her out.'

'So she's in hell. They are all in hell?'

'Yeah. I mean she went kicking and screaming, vowing to one day climb her way out and 'destroy us all', but yeah, they're all gone. And you know Dean, I heard you before, what you were saying. I was there in my room with you, you just couldn't see me. You said that you 'let me die', but you're right, it wasn't your decision to make, it was mine, and I wanted to do this. I knew what was at stake, and I did it anyway. I admire you for letting me do this. It was what I wanted and you didn't stand in the way of that. And If I have to spend the rest of my life as a ghost, then so be it.

'But I was supposed to look after you Sam.'

'I can't be your little brother forever Dean. Besides, now you have Crowley now to pull out of the fire.' Sam smiled.

'Oh yeah, the next best thing,' Dean smirked.

'You're damn right it is.' Crowley piped up. 'I'm one hell of a guy….Eh, Sam, you're looking a little transparent.'

'Wow dude, where are you going?' Dean shouted.

'Shit…Don't worry, I'll be back…' Sam disappeared.

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