A/N The reader is female as it is the easiest to write being one myself. There will be no blatant romance, but very strong friendship. The friendship will be slow built. This story is be set in season 8, where it diverges into au. This is intended to be light hearted and in some cases, comedy. So Cas didn't help Metatron, Gabriel didn't die, and Kevin won't be killed. And finally there are no world ending events going on. This will be updated as long as I have ideas.

Ps. Not all chapters will be this short. This one is intended as a prologue of sorts.

I would like to give credit to SophieLeighBroome on DeviantArt who allowed me to use her idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

You stood in the kitchen at the bunker doing something that you did daily. Preparing breakfast. A task that usually takes a good hour or two with the amount that Dean and his giant of a brother can eat on a daily basis. Kevin wasn't much of a big eater. Even with no apocalyptic disaster around the corner he still enjoyed wandering the vast Men of Letters library.

It's almost funny how bored everyone is without a crisis at hand. The brothers had returned to hunting. Kevin stuck around for reasons unknown to you. And Cas still checked in on everyone every now and then. It seemed that even Crowley didn't know what to do with himself, as he popped in every few days to bug the Winchesters. Much to the mutual dismay and annoyance of virtually everyone.

Today was one of those days. He started out by scaring the crap out of you by appearing at the table when you weren't looking. After getting a good laugh out of a your startled yelp, he resigned himself to nibbling on a piece of toast. On one of his many unwelcome visits, he discovered his undying love for bacon. Although he knew that asking for it would only result in an annoyed huff. So he would often just sit there silently begging for you to make it. Luckily for him, the love of bacon was bunker-wide. Meaning that there wasn't a breakfast without it.

Finishing off a healthy (heart attack inducing) sized mountain of it, you set it on the table. "Thank you love." Crowley praised before gorging himself stuffing in no less than three slices at a time. You gave a nod of acknowledgment as you turned to to the fridge. It amazed (frightened) you how casual it was to see The King of Hell pop in for breakfast.

You heard soft footsteps approaching as the younger Winchester followed the heavenly aroma of bacon and eggs pouring out of the kitchen. He was currently trying to work out the kink in his neck from falling asleep on his laptop. His tired expression quickly dissolving into a long-suffering grimace as he spotted Crowley. "Welcome to the world of the waking Moose." Crowley's ignored greeting came out terribly muffled.

"Morning Sam." Came your more welcoming greeting as you slid the last of the scrambled eggs into a bowl on the side.

"Morning _." His voice was still a little stiff from sleeping.

"The eggs, and whatever bacon Crowley has spared are done. I'll start on the pancakes in a minute here."

"Got it!" His reply came from the other side of the kitchen as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey Sam! In a few minutes here can you go wake up Dean?" As if on cue a Dean could be heard approaching. You were surprised you could even hear him over the sounds of Crowley's pig like eating.

An irritated groan escaped him as he saw the demon sitting at the table. "What's he doing here?" The question was more rhetorical than curious as it was in the same long-suffering tone that Sam had used earlier.

"Now why can't I check in on my favorite Moose and Squirrel?" His voice held both amusement, and a barely concealed burp. Dean started using Sam's method of "maybe if I ignore it long enough it will go away" as he mirrored his brother's actions of pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Sam and Dean had settled themselves at the table as you put the few pancakes that were already done by them. You listened to the idle chatter as you retreated into your thoughts. Many empty threats, not so empty threats, resigned groans, and Sam issued bitchfaces were tossed around in Crowley's presence. You chuckled at their banter. It wasn't even hatred anymore. It was more akin to mild to moderate annoyance.

The morning was almost peaceful until you heard the familiar fluttering of wings that accompanied an angel landing. No one bothered to notice it assuming it was Cas. You knew the illusion of peace was too good to be true when you heard the distinct voice of the trickster/archangel. "So has Dean over here met his Tuesday quota for dying yet or-well your unexpected." Gabriel had walked in with his usual smug attitude until he met eyes with Crowley.

"Gabriel? What are you doing here?" You interrupted the staring match. Gabriel turned to you.

"Well Cassie's been a bit busy lately so he kept bugging me to come and check in. And since I have nothing better to do today I figured I'd humor him." He finished off his explanation by grabbing a slice of bacon. Much to Crowley's annoyance. Curiosity had won on Dean's part as he asked the next of many questions.

"Hey what do mean by busy?"

"You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork the apocalypse'll give ya! I mostly just give it Cassie." A flair of anger passed across the faces of you and the brothers. But before anyone could say anything Gabriel walked over to the pancake stack you had just finished. He picked it up, staring at it with a critical eye, before maple syrup appeared on them.

"By the way you're a much better chef than those Losechesters over there give you credit for." He pointed at the table for added effect before starting on the stolen pancakes. The stack wasn't that big. Only eight were there. You couldn't help but watch for a moment in morbid curiosity just to see how far he'd get.

You turned back to the stove to flip off the the burner. The idle chat continued once more as you gathered the dirty pans and bowls into the sink. It once again frightened you how casual it all was. But then again when you have met God himself there isn't really much else to see.

You wordlessly finished. As you walked out of the kitchen you caught a glimpse of your "guests" on your way out. You had to stifle a bark of laughter as you saw poor Crowley leaning back in his chair trying to hide the indigestion. Having devoured the entire plate you could only wonder if it was possible for him to get heart attacks. While the pancakes didn't affect Gabriel that much, he seemed uncharacteristically content with leaning against the wall.

While you were able to keep a straight face, Dean couldn't hide his smirk. "Hey _! Maybe we should have them over for breakfast more often." Sam let out a chuckle at this. Gabriel let out an obnoxious burp before replying with all the eloquence, and vocabulary of the powerful millennia old being he is.

"Shut up."

Crowley either didn't hear, or didn't have the energy to mirror the actions of the angel. You heard the brothers laughing as you finally left the kitchen to drag Kevin out of the library to eat.