The two of them sat among the nooks and crannies of the small wagon, listening to the rain pelt off against its canvas cover.

Crowley rested his head on Aziraphale's shoulder, allowing the sways and rocks of the covered wagon to lull him into a daze.

"I ssstill don't understand why we couldn't have just flown there, Halo." The demon hissed absently, and not in a particularly friendly tone. He was filthy, tired and achy- and after nearly a fortnight of forced traveling, who could blame him?

Aziraphale cringed at the nickname. Okay, sure, he might have urged Crowley to tag along with him on the Oregon Trail... But he had no reason to be snarky about it.

"It's-this- is a once in a life time opportunity, my dear! Doesn't it give you a warm feeling to know that you'll be part of history? That you were one of the thousands of people-er- uh, anywho- to colonize Western America? Hm?" The blonde could feel his counterpart tense up as he went on, and used this as an excuse to get a handful of his long, musky hair. He ran his fingers through it and quickly added: "There's no reason to be so upset, love."

Crowley nearly jerked his head away from to the unexpected gesture. What was Aziraphale trying to do? Beguile him?

"No, no it does not," He said, apprehensively beginning to relax to the angel's touch, "and we don't have a 'life time'. I have every reassson to be upset." The demon's little 'hiss' seeped back into his voice.

The sound of rain became more apparent as the storm worsened, and Aziraphale pulled Crowley closer.

"You know what I mean. Now go to sleep- we've a lot to do tomorrow."

Crowley grunted in halfhearted protest, then sighed. He might as well not put up a fight. The demon shut his eyes, made himself comfortable in his angel's arms, and fell into (for the most part) an undisturbed sleep.

They had a lot to do the next day.