Dean froze. Was that... Call Me Maybe playing on the radio? He shook his head. Some teenage girl obviously didn't have good taste in music. But as he walked to his car, the song seemed to be getting louder and louder.

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so ca-"

"SHUT IT!" Dean roared.

"-ll me maybe!"

And that was when he realized it. The song was coming from the Impala.

Dean stared in horror. It wasn't just the music. The Impala... it was doing a thing. And that thing was exactly what Dean had been trying to escape from. The car began to shake, and it inched closer to Dean. By this time Dean knew he needed to get out of here. He had just shot a twerking doctor in the chest for God's sake. Without another thought, he turned in his boots and sprinted the other direction into the foresty thicket behind the hospital.

He didn't want to turn back.

He could hear the faint tinkle of the music following him, and he heard tires crunching through leaves.

It was after him.

His car was twerking, and it was going to catch him.

Lucifer strolled through the hallways. Sam had made a Victoria's Secret run for more thongs, and he was anxiously awaiting his arrival. Of course Cas was still in the room twerking, but he would rather watch Sam. He briefly thought about this whole twerking thing.

It was actually sort of scary.

But it had its benefits.

Of course every one in hell was going crazy over it. It was all Crowley's idea. He would get every single human, animal, and object on the planet to twerk, and then they could take over the world.

It actually wasn't that simple. But Lucifer didn't care about details. All he cared about was Sam's fine booty in those thongs.

Lucifer had actually thought about joining the trend himself, but for right now he was content with watching. Sam ran down the hallway with pink shopping bags in his hand.

"CAS, OPEN UP! THEY HAD A SALE, AND I GOT US EACH 50 PAIRS."

Castiel, who was being quite unlike Castiel, flung open the door, cheering. He had a purple thong on, and the front said "I'M NOT CHEAP" in glittery letters. It was actually pretty disgusting seeing him wear it, but he wouldn't care if Sam wore it. Cas shook his but and let Sam through the door. Lucifer slinked in and settled in by the window sill.

"Omg, Cas, isn't this HOT?"

Sam held up a neon green thong with leopard spots. He held it up to him and made a duckface in the mirror.

"It's so totally perf!" Cas squealed.

Lucifer frowned. Were... were they becoming... teenage girls?

Sam flipped his hair. "I know! Like, it's soooooooooo cute!"

Okay, this was maybe getting a bit weird. But when Sam began to twerk out of excitement, Lucifer licked his lips. Sam turned on Hannah Montana music and begin to dance to the beat. Cas joined in. Lucifer's butt began to wiggle instictively.

Soon he was on his feet twerking like the other men.

This is nice, he thought to himself. But just as he began to get into the music, he heard a ripping noise.

Cursing to himself, he put a hand up to his ripped jeans. Apparently his butt was too bootylicious to fit. Finally, he just tore his pants off and began to twerk it out.

"TWERK IT, SAMMY!" Cas yelled.

Sam jumped on the bed and beagn to twerk so fast it could have given New York enough electrical power for seven decades. Sam thought of Dean for a second, but then he decided he really didn't care.

He was twerking out all his problems, one booty shake at a time.

More of Dean and his car next... And Kevin will return.

I might have Gabriel come back because he would be the master of twerking.

Enjoy! (Sorry for the mental images) :)