After a long and annoying talk with Bobby - in which they explained him all about Crowley and his insane angel buddy - everyone decided that it was way too early to have such discussions and there was a distinct lack of coffee.

They were heading towards the kitchen when they noticed the sweet smell of coffee and pancakes coming out of that direction. Sure enough they found the two supernatural creatures already awake and rummaging around the kitchen.

Crowley was currently standing on the oven, wearing apron saying "King of Kitchen" and making loads of pancakes, while Balthazar - … or Aziraphale… or whatever the damned angel was named – handed everyone a hot pot of caffeine goodness.

They definitely liked the angel no matter how crazy he was.

"You are cooking?", asked Sam in confusion at the same time Dean stated baffled, "Demons can cook?" All Bobby did to acknowledge the pancakes making demon in the pink apron was take up a fork and attacking the plate of freshly made breakfast.

"Of course I can cook, you bloody morons!" Crowley explained patiently, while batting Bobby's hungry fork away from the food. "The food I just 'poof' out of thin air tastes exactly like that – thin air."

"The poor dear never got the hang of letting anything appear with proper flavours except for good wine", whispered Balthazar conspiratorially, "and it took him centuries to get that right. Remember your first try dear, back in the 15th century…"

"Shut up", barked Crowley embarrassed, but the angel didn't stop talking once he had started.

"My, my that's been a disaster. It tasted like soup and sewage."

"And you know how sewage tastes why?" countered Crowley smiling sweetly but the angel didn't seem fazed – if anything he looked confused.

"It's just a saying my dear." Balthazar blinked in bafflement, like he expected Crowley to know such a trivial thing.

"You never understand any sayings." Chuckled the demon, adding more pancakes to the plate and still trying to defend them from the restless hunter attacks.

"I do now", replied Balthazar proud, "people change."

"Yeah people do. You don't."

"That's just nasty my dear."

"I'm a demon; it's my job to be cruel." But Crowley didn't sound evil nor did the angel offended at the demons words. He didn't even flinch when Crowley pecked a light kiss on his lips.

"So… I take what the boys told me is accurate then", inquired Bobby between mouthfuls of finally stolen pancakes with a strange undertone in his voice. The demon glared daggers at the hunter for eating before everything was set. "You two have been friends since the beginning of humankind, right?"

"Yes," answered Crowley suspiciously, "how do you know that? You got any problem with that?"

"No one told me ya idijits!" Bobby rolled his eyes and stealing another pancake while Crowley wasn't looking, "I read your semi-biography and if it's true, you seem like a decent guy."

Crowley choked and splutter at those kind words. Aziraphale patted him lightly on the back. "Poor dear. He never got used to compliments."

"Screw you angel!", snapped Crowley irritated, "I told you not to spend so much time Neil and Terry. But did you listen? Noooo of course not. "Don't worry" did you say and "we were all quite drunk at that time my dear" see what happened? They wrote a bloody book about us!"

"But they were so lovely chaps", interjected Balthazar cheerfully, "and my... they had an imagination. I would never wear a tartan suit."

"Of course not", smirk Crowley knowingly, shutting of the stove and finally letting the half-starved hunters enjoy their breakfast. And if his beloved angel ever wore a tartan suit, collected misprinted bibles or did any of those embarrassing things that were mentioned in the book, he wouldn't be the one to tell.