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~Winter
It was a good thing no humans were around, for if they had been, they would've seen only a black streak racing by, kicking up enough dirt and debris to cover the sun.
"Must you go this quickly?" Aziraphale shouted over the roar of the engine.
"No," Crowley pressed the pedal down further.
"Slow down! You're doing 147 at a 40 speed limit!"
"And you're worried because…?"
"It's illegal!"
"And why should I care?"
"Because you could get us killed!"
Crowley looked over to his lover.
"Discorporated," the angel corrected.
"We'll be fine!" Crowley replied, waving his hand dismissively.
"At least keep both hands on the steering wheel!"
Music blared out of the radio, but Aziraphale hardly noticed. His knuckles were whiter than they normally were, and clenched on the armrests.
The car's speed had just inched past 160 when Aziraphale screamed.
"Deer!"
Crowley looked over, confused. "Yes, angel?"
"Watch out!"
Crowley looked up in time to see a large deer suddenly disappear, then reappear on the side of the road.
"Next time, slow down." Aziraphale grumbled.
"You know that's not going to happen," Crowley smirked.
Aziraphale sighed. "It was worth a try, wasn't it?"
"Almost certainly not."
Both entities left silence for the music to play several minutes straight, not having anything much to say.
Aziraphale sighed softly, looking out the window. "I thought we were going to London, not the desert," he commented, drawing his eyebrows together.
"Pardon?" Crowley tore his eyes away from Aziraphale and looked out the window.
"Bloody hell, we are in the desert!" His voice held shock and a bit of amusement. "Did you do that?"
"No, I was going to ask you the same thing."
Crowley looked back over to the angel. "Can you miracle us back?" he asked tentatively.
"I'm afraid I don't know how-" He closed his book with one hand- "so this should be very interesting."
"My Bentley will get damaged!" The demon complained.
"By the sun? The sand? The...what is that?"
Crowley squinted at something off in the distance. "It appears to be a...glowing cloud of some sort."
At this Aziraphale snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. Glowing clouds don't exist. I'm sure it's just a trick of the darkness."
"Angel, we've been over this before. It's trick of the light, not trick of the darkness. You're an angel. You should know this."
"Whatever."
At that moment, the car radio crackled, then went silent, before a man's voice became audible.
...angels - which, I would like to remind everyone - don't exist-
Aziraphale laughed mirthlessly. "Atheist, perhaps?"
Crowley shrugged. "These days, who knows?"