Damn.

All.

Angels.

That was basicly Crowleys only thought running through his head as he neared Bobbys house, strange pulses of Grace were hitting him since he was miles away, he could even sense them in Hell now he thought about it.

As he appeared in the middle of the little library the old Hunter had, a gun was aimed at his chest. Joy. He held up his hands, smiling as innocently as a demon could master. Deans face was still screwed up with distrust and hate, despite actually warming to the King of the Crossroads. Oh. What a scary thing to dwell on. Humans warming to him? Hunters warming to him? Had Hell froze over?

"Well ladies, where's the Angel?" Bobby looked at him with confusion.

"Y'mean Cass?" The demon nodded, hands in his pockets as usual. "He ain't here, said he had to stay away from somethin'."

"Oh he did alright, and it wasn't one of your demon fans." Frowning, Sam stood up, Crowley watching him carefully- just incase.

"What do you mean?" The demon chuckled as he spoke, the smile stuffed with sheer amusement, eye practicly shouting 'I know something you don't!' yet 'You stupid sorry bastards!' at the same time. "Crowley? What's going on?"

"Oh, this will be fun." Crowley brought a chair up and sat down, motioning for Sam to do the same. "Well, you boys need to update your Angel information books. Angels are...well, like birds."

"...birds?" Dean arched an eyebrow, glacing at his brother and Bobby as he was answered with a swift nod.

"They fly, they call, they lay...The list continues, anyway, they also season. Which the moose should get if he's still chocked full of Stanford knowledge." A hateful look was thrown his way, which he sneered at, but then had to resist laughing as the youngest Hunter finally understood.

"You mean they have a mating season?"

"Bingo."

"So where did Cass go then?" Crowley smirked as he felt the Grace shiver slightly, then felt something tug at his mind.

Oh, hello there. Coming into season are we? Bit early.

Piss off you dick. I can still smite you!.

"He went to escape the side effects of an Angels season." He stood up and turned, the three Hunters watching him intently and cautiously. "Infact, he's right here with us."

You utter fucking bastard.

Crowleys smirk just widened as the Angel stepped out of the shadows of the house, its glare not leaving the demons face.

"Gabriel?" Sam and Dean shouted in unison, as shocked as each other; while Bobbys look of confusion never left him like loyal hound to its owner.

"Don't be so suprised." He snapped, a newfound shock hitting the two Winchesters.

"Why are you so-"

"Moody?" They nodded. "One, this bastard turns up. Two, he exposes me. Three, this really sucks. And four? I'm alone." Sam couldn't help feeling sympathetic to the Archangel, sure, he was a dick- but he'd had it hard, and to be left alone? And stuck with Crowley? That's gotta suck.

"I heard that Winchester!" Sam snapped his gaze to the frowning 'King' and looked at Gabriel with anger when he chuckled, obviously both of them had been snooping around in his head. Sam swallowed awkwardly, and nudged his brother, the two walking out of the library to the kitchen.

"Why didn't you just leave me be there?" Gabriel hissed at the trench-coat clad demon next to him and shoved him with his elbow. The demon shot him a glare, resisting the urge to give him a good seeing to.

"Because, if I didn't, they would've found you, and you wouldn't tell them the truth." He hissed back, spitting out his words as if they were bittter and coated in venom. Just as the Archangel and King of the Crossroads were having a death-glare match, the Winchesters walked back into the library.

"Gabriel, if you want, you can come with us hunting...Beats being on your own. If you don't want to then-"

"Oh Sam, shut up!" Gabriel and Dean said in unison, the pair blinking at each other then frowning, readying themselves for an arguement- or even a fight.

"He'd love to." Gabriel spun around to face Crowley, eyes burning through him.

"What?" His words were dripping with anger, Bobby instructing the two Vessels to take a step back like him.

"And so will I. Some-one needs to take care of you, since all that'll be left of you is a horny bipolar mass of feathers." Gabriel really blazed with anger now, and Crowley could feel just how it shook the core of his Grace, his wings (that only the two could see right now) bristling and flexing. Bollocks.

"Fine, just..." The Archangel and demon looked at Sam, who suddenly felt really small. "...don't, kill each other? Or us..."

"Can it, Moose. I'm doing you a favor by coming along, but if you'd rather take this situation by yourselves with no knowledge on the subject what-so-ever, then get bent!" Sams jaw slammed shut, maybe now wouldn't be the perfect time to piss off yet another demon, let alone ally.

"Fine, now can we get going? If you haven't forgotten Sammy we have the Apocalypse to stop." And without another word, Dean strode off to the door, headed for his car; soon followed by his brother.

"Shall we be off darling?" Crowley smirked as the millionth glare was sent his way today, he should really get a medal for being this hated.

"Don't start." And with nothing left to say, the two walked off, still bickering- leaving Bobby to get some peace. Well, can't have that can we? Crowley lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, and all four of them stopped as they heard a crash.

"Balls!" He couldn't help it. Crowley had burst into a fit of laughter at his little interferance.

"What did you do now?" Dean sounded pissed. When didn't Dean sound pissed? Hmph. That'd be a time passer, must come back to that one.

"Oh I just," Bobby appeared red faced in the doorway, covered in...something, "Gave him a little shove." He bit his lip and the elder Hunter cursed him, then went for him, chasing him will a shotgun full of Rocksalt, firing now and then but narrowly missing. Crowley smirked when he heard the Archangel laugh. No, no not like that! It didn't make him happy! God no, he just knew that if the other was happy, then this ass won't get smote.

Hopefully.

Once Bobby had given up chasing him and shooting at him, he stood slightly out of breath with his hands on his knees. He looked up at Gabriel and half smirked, half smiled, his expression broadening when it was returned.

Oh God.

Sam and Dean were in fits of laughter, and Bobby had a smile on his face, though he'd better not go near the old Hunter for a while yet...You never know. After the Winchesters had said their goodbye, he went to get into the Impala, but turned to Gabriel when a hand was put on his shoulder.

"Thank you Crowley, I...I appreciate you staying to accompany me." Crowley didn't know what to say. No really, it was a first. So he did what any smug bastard would do. He smirked.

"Oh Darling, I love you too, lets go snog away from the band of morons." Gabriel screwed his face up and shoved past him, oh crap. "Uh, Gabriel-"

"What? You're sorry?" Crowley sunk back abit, not good to speak to a pissed in-season Archangel and tell him you are sorry when you'd get smote by saying it to a Cherub, and those guys were just ANNOYING. Gabriel changed his stance and softened his eyes, a mocking smile plastered to his face. "Aww, sweet, now come-on or they'll leave without us."

"Bu-" Crowley froze. That. Bastard. He'd read his mind! And must've got the wrong...Ohshitohshitohshitohshit.

What have I just got myself into?