I feel so bad for Kevin in this chapter. Warning: The mental images are getting worse. I never wanted to see Crowley in yoga pants.

"Is this even legal?" Kevin asked, a worried expression on his face.

"Of course it is, my little pork chop," Crowley chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows.

Kevin looked terrible. The guilt on his face had been almost laughable as he walked out of the dressing room in his black thong. He had nervously sat down as Crowley instructed him in the ways of twerking.

"You have to stick your butt out," he had explained.

Kevin sighed. This was stupid. He didn't even work out. When Crowley slapped his butt and told him to get a move on it, he almost beagn to cry. This was so traumatic. He was pretty sure this was considered a crime. Making boys wear thongs and twerk didn't sound too legal.

"I guess prophets don't twerk like they used to," Crowley muttered under his breath. If only the little twerp would do as he was told.

"I HATE THIS." Kevin suddenly screamed. "THIS IS CHILD ABUSE. YOU SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THIS. IT'S SICK."

Crowley was a bit taken aback by the boy's sudden outburst, but it actually just made him want to see him twerk even more. He sighed and decided to go with his last resort. This method was similar to the one he had tried (unsuccessfully) on Dean Winchester. Strutting over to the large music system in the corner, he pressed the power button.

The room was instantly filled with loud, pop music. It was catchy. Kevin had heard the song before. It was nice.

I mean, he did have a secrey obsession with One Direction, so this was his type of music.

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe!"

Kevin began to shake his butt. Only a little. But eventually he let the contagious voice of Carly Rae Jepsen take over his body. Crowley began to clap, and Kevin began to dance faster, completely forgetting about his thong. He had been brainwashed. Now all he wanted was to twerk all day and all night. He felt fabulous.

This was Kevin Tran, and he was born for this.

Dean picked up his pace. It was gaining on him.

He ran.

Oh my God.

Was this really happening?

First his brother and Cas, and now his car. But the Impala was hot on his heels. He would have ran it until it was out of gas, but this was freaking him out so much that he climbed the first tree he saw. As he ascended among the branches, he looked down.

It was still there.

And it was still twerking to that awful song. Someone had painted the word "TWERK" on the hood, and the license plates both read "TWERK4ME". Dean decided that whoever did this to his baby was going to regret it.

When the car pulled up in front of the tree, Dean pulled a confused face. It wasn't going to... hit the tree, was it? Instead, the Impala slowly began to inch its way up the trunk.

It was climbing.

The Impala climbing the tree left me completely hysterical. I don't know why.

Be prepared for more Kevin moments.