Aziraphale and Anthony J Crowley perched on their usual chairs at their usual table at the Ritz. It was a dark and stormy night, which really set the tone for them. Aziraphale loved lightning; he found it truly fascinating, whereas Crowley was, admittedly, rather terrified of it. This did amuse Aziraphale, what with Crowley being a demon and all, however the angel was reluctant to show it, as it would be extremely obnoxious of him, and he figured it would put a significant dent in their relationship, which was the last thing he wanted.
Following the recent (narrowly averted) Apocalypse, the angel and demon did remain as strong friends as ever, if not stronger – both entities did feel an undeniable connection and slight urge for something more than platonicness, yet they were generally indifferent to sexuality. Therefore, the two more-than-friends-yet-less-than-lovers plodded through life in their usual daily (or weekly, or whatever-ly) routine, which included Crowley attending to – well, more threatening, really – his house plants in his comfortable little flat, and contacting every vaguely talented mechanic in order to fix up his Bentley, Aziraphale taking cover in an abandoned, boarded-up apartment and turning it into another bookshop, due to his previous beloved shop being burned because of a combination of that idiot Shadwell, bloody Metatron keeping the phone line open, and, yes, his own stupidity, then the two occasionally (though more often nowadays) meeting up beside the same old duck pond with sort of stale bread for said ducks, and finally finishing with them catching up in their favourite restaurant.
Of course, since Crowley was certainly in Beelzebub's bad books, and, as an oddly similar parallel, Aziraphale was equally in Metatron's (and God's, and angels in general) bad books, they both had to lay low. Fortunately, they had succeeded in doing so as of yet; no sign of Hastur coming through the telephone – Crowley tried his best to avoid such electronics, however Aziraphale had purchased a new-fangled mobile for him, though he didn't understand why – and also no signs of divine intervention to retrieve Aziraphale. Well, at one point, a suspicious group of maggots began munching on Crowley's precious plants, so he had no choice but to throw them all out and get new plants that were less likely to get chowed down on, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened to his angel.
A/N:
'Sup. Sorry, this isn't actually the fanfic I'd planned to post straight after my 'Bad Parenting' fic (I touched briefly on that in my author's note in the final chapter of said fic, but will be posting it very soon, I promise), however I recently read 'Good Omens' and ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! Seriously, it's the best book I've ever read, and believe me when I say I've read some hella great books. So, naturally, I couldn't resist writing a fanfic on it. Plus, one of the main characters is a demon called Crowley, so they basically handed a crossover fic with Supernatural to us writers on a fancy plate decorated with awesomeness and a hint of gayness too. Anyway, I took inspiration for this fic from a fic called 'Old Acquaintances' by Khoshekh42, who writes great fics by the way. I'm sorry if you haven't read 'Good Omens' yet, but please do. Just stop whatever you're doing right now, leave your home or wherever you are, stroll over to your nearest bookshop and buy it. Thank you. And if you have read it, do enjoy the rest of this fic.
P.S. Forgot to mention, the chapters will be much shorter in this fic rather than longer like in my previous ones – I find it provides easier reading and is definitely far less exhausting to write.
