Dean- His pranks revolve around water. He tried to prank Crowley with holy water one time, and you ended up getting it. "WHY ARE YOU AND THE KING OF HELL HAVING A DAMN PRANK WAR?!" You shouted. "Because the bitch made a demon crash into my car!" He defended. You heard bitter laughter, and turned to see Crowley standing there, laughing to himself. You walked up, slapped him, and did the same to your father, then stood, arms crossed. "What was that for? I didn't do anything!" Crowley said. "You started a prank war with my dad. I swear to everything that is unholy, if you two try to prank each other, and me or Sam get it, I will kill you, Crowley, and I will throw a pie at a wall while you're watching, Dad. Got it?" You asked with a bitch face. The two grumbled 'okay', while you went to change out of holy water drenched clothes.

Sam- Dean started it. He burned, ripped, or threw away all of Sam's boxers, leaving him with the pair he was wearing. Sam tried to get revenge by dying all of Dean's clothes pink, but he accidentally dyed your clothes pink. "WHY THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES PINK?!" You shouted, holding up a pair of pink jeans. "Those were your clothes?" Sam asked. You turned around, with a stone-cold glare. "Why are you and Uncle Dean having another prank war? If you want revenge, throw away all of his pie and beer, or crash the Impala." You sighed. "Y/N, what's wrong? I can hear you all the way from Heaven." Cas said, zapping in behind Sam. "It's nothing, Cas. Go back to Heaven and return to whatever you were doing." You said. Castiel shrugged and zapped back to Heaven. "I swear that was meant for Dean."

Castiel- "DEAN WINCHESTER YOU ARE DEAD!" You shouted through the bunker. "What did he do this time?" Sam asked, not looking up from the book he was reading. "That idiot? Oh, he just burned my favorite trench coat! Then, he left a note saying: 'I thought you haven't saved anyone from Hell yet'!" You said. Your Dad sat there, looking confused as usual. "But you haven't taken anyone from Hell. Did you?" He asked. "No, I haven't. Dean is just being an assbutt as usual." You said. "What happened there, Y/N?" Dean asked as he walked into the lounge, a beer in his hand. "You happened!" You snapped. He ran down the hall, laughing evilly. "DO IT AGAIN AND I SWEAR I WILL NOT RAISE YOU FROM PERDITION!" You shouted, zapping to where he was hiding.

Crowley- "Y/N!" Your father called. "You summoned me?" You asked, zapping to the throne room of Hell's Castle. "Do you mind doing me a favor and helping me prank that damned Squirrel?" Crowley asked sweetly. "Of course. I can have a truck-driving demon crash into that precious car of his." You replied almost instantly. "Perfect." He smiled.

A few days later, you got word that Dean's daughter, (Pick a random name), got holy water dumped on her, and she slapped Dean and your father. You couldn't help but laugh.