Above the busy streets of Soho, a man stood in his apartment, pacing across the length of the sofa. Various books and bottles of wine lined the table, floor, and shelves behind him, and traces of dust were sent flying as he hurried by each time. His face was filled with worry, and he was mumbling the same words on repeat; "find them... ineffable… can't handle another war…"
His friend, who had been finishing one of the many bottles, and had been watching this display for around five minutes, finally looked up. "For heaven's sake angel, calm down!" He said, rolling his eyes at his own choice of words. Aziraphale had always been a worrier, even if there was nothing to worry about.
"Well how can I?" Aziraphale exclaimed, throwing both hands in the air, "We just finished avoiding one war, I'm not ready for another!"
"There's not going to be another war"
"Well how do you know?"
"I just do. Honestly it's just a retrieval mission, nothing to get all het up about."
"But they've been missing for centuries Crowley, and if each side wants them-"
"Then we'll figure out where they belong." Crowley gestured for Aziraphale to join him on the sofa. "But we can't do that until we find them". Aziraphale sat down, hands folded in his lap. He didn't understand how his friend could be so calm about everything.
Earlier that day, both angel and demon had been summoned by their respective sides, and had been instructed to find and retrieve an angel who had gone missing centuries before. They were told that each side wished to claim the angel as their own, which meant it was a race to see who would find them first. Finally, after years of searching, Heaven believed they'd done it. Soon after, the word had spread to the demons in hell, and the race was back on. Despite their issues with them in the past, both sides knew that Crowley and Aziraphale knew the earth best, and if anyone were going to bring the angel back home, it would be them. The race itself had made Aziraphale nervous, and begin to believe that it all had something to do with God's ineffable plan. Crowley however, knew that that was bullshit, because despite the rumours, no one really knew what the ineffable plan was. He was even willing to wager that God herself didn't know.
"I suppose you're right" Aziraphale said, taking a swig of wine in defeat. "But what do we do when we find them?"
"...Don't know, really. I was kind of hoping you would figure that out."
"Crowley!"
"Alright angel, don't start yourself off again. We'll figure that out when we get there."
"In that case, I guess we'd better sober up and get going, it's going to be a heck of a drive, especially with you behind the wheel." The two men stood up again, and miracled the alcohol out of their systems. The bottles in the apartment began to fill up again, and Aziraphale even felt himself grow calmer.
Within five minutes the pair had made their way downstairs, locked up the bookshop that sat below the apartment, and were speeding off in Crowley's Bentley, ready to start their next adventure together.