When I woke up the night sky was still above me, but I didn't care. I could tell it was morning. Millennia of waking up around the same time every morning will do that to you. When I landed and made my way out of my door, I carefully closed it, not knowing if Aziraphale was up yet, and I made my way to the small kitchenette that he had up here. "Huh...well, I might as well make some breakfast." I quickly sunk my wings back in as I went about the kitchen making omelettes. I also started some coffee. Sometime during the night, I had stepped out of my room, miracled my clothes to change into my normal night clothes. A pair of black pajama pants, and I went back into my room and fell asleep in my nest.

"Crowley?" I heard Aziraphale call out from the hallway.

"Huh, that's strange. I thought you said you don't sleep? I thought I was the only one."

"Yes...well..." He let out a heavy yawn as he stepped into the room. "...I started trying the sleeping thing since we averted the apocalypse. What are you doing?"

"I was just..." I turned to face him and my jaw dropped immediately. "You look normal!"

"What?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Normal! You look normal, Aziraphale! You're not wearing something out of date! You're wearing a plain white T-shirt with sky blue pajama pants! Normal!"

He blinked at me for a few seconds and then looked at his clothes. "These...are more comfortable. Besides, I only wear my stylish clothes outside the house and while working downstairs. This is what I wear on my days off."

"So...this whole time...you knew how to wear normal clothes?"

"Of course I know HOW!" He let out a tired laugh. "I just choose not to. Now, what ARE you doing?"

"I'm making breakfast."

"You mean you know HOW to eat?" He smirked at me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"You know I do."

"Fair, but I didn't know that you knew how to cook."

"I like cooking. It's interesting what the humans come up with for recipes and such. I'm making Omelettes."

"Oh! You know...in all the time I've been trying food...I don't think I've had an Omelette."

"Really?" I asked him as I leaned back slightly. "YOU'VE never tried an Omelette?"

"No, I don't think I have."

"Well then..." I smirked as I continued to mix the eggs together. "...let me pay you back for the oysters. Let me tempt you to an Omelette. It is my job after all. I'm also making coffee."

"How kind of you."

I flinched a little and let out a sigh. "Aziraphale...you know...I'm still a demon. Demon's aren't supposed to be kind."

"Yes, I'm well aware. I don't think I could say sorry enough. Six thousand years of friendship, and I feel like I've ruined everything."

"I told you I forgave you." I rose an eyebrow at him. "And in case you haven't noticed...that's not something I do often...or at all really." I turned back to the stove and continued making the Omelettes, adding some chopped up bacon I found in the fridge.

"You can say that all you like, Crowley. The fact of the matter is...in our entire friendship...you never betrayed me, and I feel like I betrayed you by drugging your drink. I just...I didn't want to risk you lying to me about something that..."

"Something that scared you?" When he nodded I shook my head. "It wasn't my intention to scare you, Angel. I just needed to...we needed to talk to Adam, and that was the only place I could think of."

"Yes, but it forced my wings out. It wasn't painful or anything, it was actually nice to have them out, but because it forced my wings out...I'm under the impression that where you took us...was a holy kind of place."

"Please don't ask me about it. I'll tell you, but not right now. I hadn't been in that place in a very long time and I hadn't planned on going back." I looked at him and the guilt on his face increased, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Not unless I explain it all to him. He nodded his head and I turned to finish the Omelettes while he set the table.

Once I finished making the Omelettes that had cheese and bacon in them, I gave Aziraphale his plate and then I set mine down. After that, I got us both coffee, knowing how he took his and I sat down across from him. "So, do you know how to cook other things?"

"I've learned out to cook and bake everything." At my words his eyes shot wide open and his jaw dropped nearly completely. "And if you're wondering why I never told you, it's because it's not a very demon-y thing to do. That, and you'd likely ask me to cook for you all the time. Now, just because I know how to cook, it doesn't mean I'm any good at it." I took a bite of my Omelette and watched him do the same. Once he took the first bite, his eyes got wider if possible.

"Crowley! These are amazing! They're so fluffy and delicious and cheesy!"

I couldn't help the snort of laughter that left me or the smile that appeared on my face. I briefly tilted my head before I took a drink of my coffee. "I'm sure other places do better than I do."

"No, I don't think so. Wow...wait...so...you know how to make crepes!?"

I let out a slight groan. "I just KNEW you were going to ask me that!" I continued to take a couple of bites of my Omelette before answering, "Yes, I know how to make Crepes. I learned after our lunch in Paris when you got yourself put into the Bastille."

"Oh..." He rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty smile and a nervous laugh.

"Yeah...oh." I chuckled lightly. "Come on, your breakfast will get cold if you don't finish." Once we both finished our breakfast we miracled our clothes on us, and I rolled my eyes at his normal choice of outfit. I was wearing a plain black shirt, black pants, black snakeskin boots, and a red tie. However, when we made it downstairs we were met with an unwelcome sight. I immediately got in front of Aziraphale and held my hand out in a protective manner. "What do you want, Michael?"

"There's been a problem." She breathed out as she looked anxious for some reason.

"Oh? And you've come to take Aziraphale away again have you? You decide a worse punishment than bloody hellfire!?"

She quickly shook her head. "No! We um...Gabriel and the others told me what happened with the hellfire and after what happened with the holy water and you...no, we're not trying to kill or destroy you. I've actually come to talk to you, Crowley."

I stood up straight with a risen brow, trying to keep up the appearance of a demon despite the serum I was given yesterday. "Me? What would heaven want with me?"

"One of the demons...Beelzebub...that particular demon had decided to kidnap Gabriel. She sent three other demons after him and they threatened him with hellfire. He's currently in Hell, and we can't do anything, BECAUSE of the hellfire. I don't know what they're doing to him, but he's been gone for three days. We need you to go get him."

"You...need me to..." I walked closer to her as I started laughing. "Oh! They do say God has a sense of humor! Tell me, Michael...do you know what Gabriel said to Aziraphale?"

"No, all I know is that the hellfire didn't work and it rattled them a bit."

"Rattled's a good word. Now, when Aziraphale tried to get them to reconsider, of course they said no, but Gabriel told Aziraphale to shut his stupid mouth and die already. Now, why would I want to help Gabriel after that? I'm also a demon, remember? Why would I want to help ANY of you!? I was under the impression that Aziraphale and I were to be left alone!"

"So...the two of you are..."

I let out a sigh and I cursed the serum as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "We're friends. Now out with it, Michael. I'm patient, but not THAT patient."

"Wh-What?"

'SHIT!' I shouted in my mind. That was something I would tell them if they were testing my patience. "Last I checked, angels weren't deaf and neither were you mere seconds ago. Why would I help Gabriel?"

"What you said..." She looked at me with wide eyes and a shocked expression with something like a flicker of hope in her eyes.

"Michael! You want Gabriel rescued? Why would I do it!?"

"R-Right! Well, they could be torturing him...trying to turn him into a demon. They may try to turn him into a demon to have him attack you, and if they have a um...a...if they have an Archangel on their side, it will make them that more powerful and dangerous."

"I would rather not fight a demonic Gabriel, and there's no telling what he would do to Aziraphale since he dislikes him so much. Fine, but after this..."

"We'll leave you be...unless an Archangel finds themselves in a similar situation. Think of it as a mutual benefit if you must. You're right, you DON'T want to face a demonic Gabriel, and neither would the rest of the world."

"I'll take care of it." I sighed out in agitation. "You can leave now." She quickly nodded her head and left.

"Okay...what was that about? Why did she seem so...taken back by what you said?"

I leaned against the stair case and shook my head. "Because I let something slip. Remember how I told you I knew them?" He nodded his head with a concerned expression. "Well, that was a phrase I sometimes used. 'I'm patient, but not THAT patient.' I used it to joke with them. I mostly used it with Lucifer though."

"So...she recognized you?"

"Probably came close." I let out an irritated groan. "I can't believe I'm going to rescue Gabriel after what he said to you!"

"But...she's right. If he does get turned into a demon, it won't be just you in danger...but the whole world. Lucifer was an Archangel...now look at him."

"Right...you're right, and unfortunately she is too. We need a plan though. After me getting a holy water bath and you surviving hellfire, we at least won't have those things to face, but they will try and claw, cut, and maim us in every way possible. Since they managed to capture an Archangel, they're likely going to fight with everything they've got to keep him until they manage to get him to fall. Not that they will. Gabriel's more stubborn than that."

"So...what do we do?"

"We'll need to go through Heaven's back door into Hell. If they put him where I think they put him, that'll be the closest place. From there...well...I actually don't know. I suppose we'll just have to make it up as we go."

"What happened to having a plan!?" He asked as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Demons are unpredictable. This is our only option. Let's just hope they're too scared of us to do anything. Aziraphale...can you get us into heaven?"

He nodded his head nervously and he took my hand. The next thing I know we're in heaven and surrounded by other angels pointing their flaming swords at us. "Everyone! Move aside!" I heard Michael's voice command, and they did as she asked, sheathing their swords. "Why have you come here? You're meant to be saving Gabriel!"

"I know. We need to use the backdoor." She nodded her head and we followed her quite a ways until we eventually made it to a tainted looking elevator. "This is the backdoor. It's different than the one I used for when you bathed in holy water."

"I know...this will lead to the back of Hell. The deepest and worst part of Hell."

"Do you...do you really think he's in there?"

"They captured an Archangel. They're going to want to keep him until he falls. I'm almost certain they have no idea there's a backdoor there though."

"Why's that?" She asked with a tilt of her head and an intrigued look in her eyes.

"Because I hid it away from them."

"Y-You what!? How!?"

"Demonic power." I shrugged and it was true. However, because of who I was, my demonic power was far more advanced.

"Why?"

"Didn't feel like letting them coming up here to your lot. At the time, so much had already been lost, and when they took me to...play...I saw the door, and it was barely noticeable as it was. So...I just made it invisible."

"And...why are you being...honest?"

"You can thank Aziraphale for that one. He gave me a truth serum. Don't fault him for it though, and I swear...if you use him for information to use it on anyone else, I will personally put Gabriel back in Hell after I rescue him."

"U-Understood."

I looked at Aziraphale and his eyes were wide with shock. "Oh, and give him a sword. Coat it in holy water rather than fire." I watched as she miracled a sword and it had a floating and constant stream of holy water circling around it. "Perfect. Here you go Aziraphale. Don't go giving it away."

"Now, was that really called for!?" He scoffed as he took the sword and examined it.

"It absolutely was! Who gives away a flaming sword!?" I pressed the button on the elevator and I heard a horrible creaking sound. "Well, that's telling." I muttered under my breath. "Michael, when we get back, we'll have Gabriel."

"You're sure?"

I chuckled lightly as I nodded my head while placing my hands in my pockets. "He's too stubborn to fall. Always has been." Just this once I was going to let the honesty bring me a smile, because she staggered back slightly, and thankfully no one seemed to notice, not even the angels that had started to leave. Once the elevator made a horrible scream rather than a dinging noise, I took in a deep breath of air. "Right...not foreboding in the slightest. Let's go, Angel."

Once we made it down, and the door opened up, I could hear screaming, and to my surprise, there were no demons in the area. "There's no one here." Aziraphale whispered.

"I've noticed." I whispered back. "Stay close Aziraphale. It just means that they're using the most powerful demons as guards. There are only two. Beelzebub an Dagon. We walked down the flickering and eerie corridor until we saw the two I had mentioned.

"Crowley!" Beelzebub grinned. "Come to rescue the soon to be fallen angel?" I heard Gabriel's screams, and at the sound, I felt fury rise in my throat. "We knew that Michael would have no choice but to get you, but to think...you brought an angel here as well! We'll get two for the price of one!"

"Yeah...I don't think so." I heard Aziraphale speak, and the harshness in his tone had me staring at him in disbelief. I knew he could fight, I mean...he became one of Arthur's knights for crying out loud, but to hear his voice turn into that as he stood in front of me. "This is a new special sword. Do you know what this is swirling around it?"

"Not really." She shrugged honestly.

"It's holy water. You're going to open that cell door, or you're not going to BE any longer."

"HA! You expect us to believe that!? You're bluffing! Everyone knows you're a coward and you've always had to have Crowley fight for you!"

"Up until two weeks ago, you didn't know that the angel and I knew each other, so you may want to recant your statement. He's not lying. Michael made that sword special for him to fight you and anyone else who gets in our way. Oh, but test it if you like."

Dagon foolishly charged forward with her blade and Aziraphale blocked her beautifully. I watched in proud astonishment as Aziraphale kept up with her and blocked her. Then, as she pulled back, he lunged the blade forward, destroying her from the wound and outward until there was nothing left but her clothes. "Would you like to have a go then?"

Beelzebub growled low with a menacing look in her eyes as she opened the cell doors and ordered the FIVE demons that were in there to come out and go elsewhere without questioning. I placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered quickly. "Don't let your guard down." We then walked forward to the cell and what we saw inside nearly made me sick. There was ONE more demon in there and it was Hastur. He was pulling on Gabriel's right wing. What were once shining gold, were now a blood stand copper. Gabriel was completely naked with bruises, burns, gashes, cuts, and claw marks. His wings were bloody and crumpled. "Aziraphale. Deal with Hastur!" I growled out, and watched as he did just that, killing Hastur before he could move. I turned to glare at Beelzebub. "If you know what's...bad for you...you won't interfere with us leaving. You won't command anyone to sneak up behind us, and you won't attack another Archangel!" Aziraphale lunged forward towards her and she ran.

"Wh-What...are...you...doing...here...Demon!?" Gabriel breathed out.

"Saving your ungrateful ass! Michael sent us. I'm not happy about rescuing you after what you told Aziraphale, but we knew each other once, and I REALLY didn't want a demonic Gabriel set loose on me like a hell hound. There's a backdoor, we'll take you up to Heaven, and get you healed." I snapped my fingers and the restraints vanished. "Aziraphale, I'll get him up, you cover us."

"Got it!"

"I can...move...on...my own...you...wretch!"

"Oh? Then go ahead! If you can move, then move!" I snapped and crossed my arms. I watched as he tried three times to get up and I shook my head. "Honestly...why must you always be stubborn." I muttered under my breath as I lifted his arm up to drape over my shoulder.

"What...was...that?" He breathed out in between gasps of pain.

"You're stubborn." As soon as I replied, there were ten demons on either side of us. "Great." I watched as Aziraphale started to fight them, nearly effortlessly. Nearly. He was starting to get swarmed, and although I didn't want to, I knew it was going to be the only way they would stop and let us leave. I set Gabriel down against a wall and I took the sword that I had felt Michael miracle for me at my waist. I drew it and let my wings out. "ENOUGH!" I shouted and my voice echoed through the entire corridor, causing everyone to stop. I looked over at Gabriel briefly and if his eyes got any wider they would've fallen out of his head. He also held a hand to his chest with a dropped jaw. 'Well, this is going to be a much longer day than I thought.'

"Wings! He has wings!" One of them shouted and it was followed by many more mutterings about me having wings. Beelzebub soon came forward and scowled at me.

"No WONDER holy water didn't work on you!" She growled out, low and threatening.

"Hold up...none of you have wings? When Lucifer came out from the ground...even he had wings!"

"He was the ONLY one! Or so we thought! You've been a spy for SIX THOUSAND YEARS!"

"Not a spy! I sauntered vaguely downwards! I did come to hell and I did become a demon."

"But just HOW MUCH of a demon are you!?" She shouted with pure fury in her eyes, and at that question, I was forced to answer.

"Half." I growled out against my will.

"Who is your other half!? Which angel were you!?"

"Archangel Raphael!" The truth hurt. No, it was worse than that, because when Aziraphale looked at me with widened eyes and an expression I couldn't read...the truth burned as if I was actually taking a bath in holy water. However, the good part about my answer was that all of the demons except Beelzebub fled instantly. "What!?" I spat out as I moved to get Gabriel once again, and this time he didn't fight me. Instead, he stared at me in disbelief and what looked like hope.

"You've been an Archangel this whole time!?" She shouted in astonishment and fury.

"HALF! The other half just shifted some of my personality a bit. Other than that, yes."

"Your wings...they're black. You're really the Archangel Raphael." She crossed her arms with a controlled expression.

"Wait...what does the color of his wings have to do with anything?" Aziraphale asked as he pointed his sword at her.

"Aziraphale..." I started carefully.

"Y-Yes?" He stuttered out as he looked at me.

I was afraid of this. I didn't want it to change anything! I let out a sigh and gave a weak smile. "Archangels are the only ones with colored wings. Gabriel's are supposed to be gold, mine are black, Lucifer's were crimson red, Michael's are sapphire blue, and Uriel's are emerald green." Not wanting to hear whatever he had to say, I turned back to Beelzebub. "We're leaving now. Unless you would like for either Aziraphale or myself to rid Hell of one more demon."

"Hell doesn't want you anymore. You've clearly chosen your side. Leave and don't ever come back!"

I nodded my head and walked Gabriel to the backdoor with Aziraphale guarding us from the back. 'Now what am I going to do?' I thought sadly. 'Six thousand years of friendship...and now he knows...and for once, I can't tell what he's thinking or feeling.'