Cold 2

"Crowley!" Aziraphale yelled as he hurried over to his fallen friend.

"Are you alright? Answer me!" He tried telling himself that it was impossible for the other to die, they were immortal after all, but it did nothing to ease his worry. He threw himself down on the ground next to the demon and turned him over so that his face was facing up. At the sight that met him he drew a chocked breath, the other looked completely frozen with blue lips, white face and to the angels horror; no visible breath. He hurriedly slapped the demons face while praying to a god he wasn't at all sure approved of his friends line of work.

"Crowley! You better wake up! I swear to God I will make you wake up, don't mess around! Come on!" He felt the panic rise in his chest as the man on the ground remained unconscious and un-breathing. He took a couple of calming breaths, he needed to think clearly. The demon didn't need to breathe, so it wasn't any real danger. The others body must have prioritised keeping warm instead of getting oxygen. But, he would prefer the other awake so that he could move him easier. Even if the demon wouldn't die from cold, he could get severely weakened, even more so than he already had. Chances were that Crowley would get discorporated, and Aziraphale had to admit that he had gotten quite fond of the others current appearance. The angel took another unnecessary breath and bent down towards the other and blew the air into the others mouth while pinching his nose, hoping that the other would wake up after he had pulled away.

"Uuuuh. What?" Came a mumbling voice, slurred by the others mouth against his.

Awkward.

The angel pulled away quickly, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks and all the way to his ears. He cleared his throat and looked away from the others confused and slightly horrified gaze.

"I'm glad you are awake. You got me worried." He said casually, ignoring the almost stinging heat covering his whole face.

"Huh. Ssssorry, I guesssss." Came the groggy reply.

"No harm done. You feel good enough for a walk? There is a bit left before we reach the car and I don't really feel like carrying you all the way." The angel said, getting up from his now soaked knees.

"Yeah, of...of coursssse." Crowley pushed his upper body up by the arms and started working his way, slowly, into a standing position. As he stood upright he swayed dangerously but tried to act casual, not wanting the angel to worry.

"Ssssso, ssssorry ab...about that...at. D...don't know wh...what got into...to me." He said, frowning as he noticed his teeth clattering once more. Biting down hard to hinder them from betraying any weakness he started walking slowly forward again.

"You know very well what happened." The angel said disapprovingly.

"I know you can't handle the cold very well and still you went on this trip. You really are stupid sometimes." But there were no real venom in his voice. He knew Crowley had come here because he had asked him to and even if he felt bad for the situation he had gotten the demon into, he couldn't get rid of the feeling of... joy? He actually did feel a bit happy at the fact that the demon had followed him out into the cold.

"Y...yeah, you..you k...know me." Crowley grinned manically as he ploughed through the snow.

"Sadly enough I do..." The angel replied mockingly as he caught up with the demon. He took the others arm and swung it over his shoulder, taking some of the others weight.

"H...hey! I do..don't need..d your hel...lp." The other objected while at the same time leaning in on the angel, letting the other take most of his weight.

"I know, I know."

After walking for nearly half an hour Aziraphale almost tripped.

"Sorry for that. We have to look out were we put our feet, eh?" Crowley had stopped answering a while ago, presumably to save his energy, but the angel talked on to keep his spirits up. Immortal strength or not, Aziraphale felt himself tire under the weight of the demon.

"I'm sorry to ask this, but do you think you could turn into something smaller? You know, easier for me to carry." The angel asked a bit shamefully. Even if size were something indefinite for the two of them, they still preferred their human forms and Aziraphale felt a bit rude to ask the other to abandon his. When he didn't get an answer he looked over at the other to find that he had passed out again and that he was literally dragging the other through the snow. Aziraphale felt the knot of worry in his stomach grow.

"Crowley! Come on you old serpent!" He shook his shoulder to wake the demon, which only resulted in the others head to loll loosely back and forth. Damn. Well this deserved another curse. And a good one, the angel thought grimly as he started reciting from the bible. After a couple of verses Aziraphale sighted in relief and stopped as Crowley spluttered and started coughing. Feeling relief but still a bit guilty at the trail of blood trickling from the demons lips the angel shook the other again, now rewarded with a blurry glare and a grunt of disapproval. He knew it was a low blow to recite holy texts, but it gave a reaction and right now that was all that mattered.

"Hey there. So sorry about that, but you have to blame yourself, you shouldn't keep passing out."Aziraphale lightly scolded the other who just looked at him with unfocused eyes, which made the angel feel slightly uncomfortable.

"So, as I was saying, you think you can turn into something a bit smaller. You know, to make this whole carrying you thing a bit easier?" The other made a face of concentration and then slumped miserably, shaking his head.

"No..not eno...ough po...we...wer." The statement was barely above a whisper and full of shameful admission.

"It's alright dear. It will work out. You will be alright, just hang in there." The angel tried to reassure the other while he himself felt the panic rise once more. The other had barely any power left, and that meant that he would get increasingly affected by the cold. He had to hurry.