Heya! I'm back with another chappie! I love writing Alistair, if only because I get to make him the overworked boss. XD That's fun.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural or Good Omens... They belong to the geniuses of the world: Eric Kripke and Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett... I only own my OCs.

"..." Alistair could only open and close his mouth in disbelief. Both Crowleys at the same time... In his division of Hell... Only trouble could follow. The last time they were in the same part of Hell, well... Lillith was laughing at it still, and they had somehow gotten her better nature (that she had one was a surprise) to emerge. Eventually he managed, "Wha- We- It-it's uh, um, fine." It was shambled, but it seemed to satisfy his curiosity. Proper Crowley(1) walked forward to stare pointedly at Esabelle. She just smiled back. Then another figure waved away the red smoke.

"Smoke.. Really? I mean, I'd understand the sound(harps, really), but smoke?" The woman had long, dark hair, he could tell (even though color was undestinguishable in this light). She had eyes the color of faded raspberries, and a face like a dove. Very beautiful. And he recognized her instantly. Jenevieve was back. She smiled at him, "Hello Alistair. My, haven't you grown." He fainted promptly. "Well," Jen said, looking from one Crowley to the other. "That went well, don't you think?" Esabelle swallowed, then took off running. "Not exactly the welcome I was loooking for, but it'll do." Jen smirked. "Now, things have certainly changed since I was last here. Which way's Interrogation(2), eh?"

~~~~SUPERNATURAL~~~~

Alistair remembered it like it was yesterday. For him, it seemed like it was. The dya he failed himself. The day he let a prisoner escape Hell. He had striven to be the best. Always the best. Ever since then he'd HAD been the best. But now she was back. He allowed himself to hope, for one tiny second, that she was back willingly, back to help him. To retake her position, the unclaimed throne. Queen of Interrogation, torture. But she couldn't be. She would never let herself do that ever again. Alistair knew that. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. If he was forced to choose between her and his position, what would he do? He didn't know. He just prayed to the greatest things he could think of that he wouldn't have to.(3)

~~~~SUPERNATURAL~~~~

"Are you sure we should be leaving her here?" King(4) asked Crowley.

"Eah, she'll be swell. Let's go." He said abruptly.

"Huh? What? Why?" King was a bit disquieted. It wasn't often that he got a chance to see Jenevieve in action. In fact, it wasn't often that anyone got a chance to see Jenevieve at all.

"Got someone to visti, Kingly. Someone important." Crowley let a small smirk make it's way across his lips."Someone very, very important."

"Friends in High Places, then?" Asked Kingly.

"Higher than you'd think." Answered Crowley.

~~~~SUPERNATURAL~~~~

"Dean, would you quit it?" Sam was irritated. That in itself was not unusual, but the reason for Dean's making Sam irritated was. Dean collapsed onto one of the beds, Sam went back to his frantic typing. He was currently researching the Four Horsemen. After their encounter with Famine(5), Dean had been twitchy and Sam had been closed-off. Neither really wanted to discuss it. The awkward silence spread out and filled up the crummy(6) motel room. They were both very relieved when Castiel zapped in.

Their relief was dimmed when they saw that (for some reason) Zachariah and a blonde girl were with him. Dean grabbed a knife and brandished it threateningly at Zachariah. Sam stared distrustingly at the blonde. She smiled cheerily and waved happily at him from her position behind Zachariah and Cas. He lifted one eyebrow.

"Samuel, Dean. Calm down." Cas told them, he himself being too calm.

"C-Calm DOWN? He's-He! He's ZACHARIAH, Cas!" Dean yelped, his voice raised to a rather high pitch.

"Indeed. But he is on the strictest of orders from one of his superiors, and he will not," Cas emphasized not," Do anything beyond walking, speaking, and-"

"Making odd facial expressions?" Cut in a smooth voice from behind the three zap-ees. It was a medium-height man, with sleek, straight, dark hair and sunglasses dark enough to obscure his eyes completely. He wore a suit, well-cut, and a leather-esque coat in a shade of dark that was indefinable. He eminated 'cool' the way Sam eminated 'tall'(7). "Are we late?" Next to him stood... Crowley. With an expression you could fry an egg on.

"What? I thought you said that we were visiting someone! Not getting ourselves smited on sight!" Screeched the demon.

"Yes, yes. We are visiting someone." Answered the stranger airily, removing his sunglasses nonchalantly. Sam and Dean simultaneously stood up, instinctively reaching for their weapons. The man's eyes were a molten gold, the color of marigolds and magma, the color of antique gold and sunlight, sunsets and honey. The color of death(8). In their center was a slit pupil, jet-black and more cunning than imaginably possible. Sam begin to step back slowly, Dean's eye blazed.

"Yellow Eyes." Dean hissed. The stranger was unfazed, he merely rolled his eyes and gestured vaguely towards their weapons, which then seemed to gravitate to Crowley's arms.

"Actually, My name's not Azazel, and I find that highly offensive," he drawled, "Look. Look at the eyes. All yellow, not just the iris, dimwits. Wonder you've survived so long." Anthony J. Crowley replaced his sunglasses and smiled again. It was chilling. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, visiting." Sam and Dean shared a glance before relaxing a bit. This guy had a point.

"What is your name, then?" Asked Sam cautiously, lowering his now-empty hand.

"Crowley." Sam and Dean both made an expression that clearly said: WHAT? before they said it themselves.

"What? But he's Crowley- and lot of good you were. It didn't work, smartass." Snapped Dean. "The Colt didn't work. Ellen and Jo are dead now, dead for nothing." He muttered. The blonde, who had been watching this scene avidly, intersected.

"Actually, you're wrong on both counts." Her voice was high, but not too high. Young as she looked, her voice said differently. "One, the Colt did work. It just didn't work enough. And Two, your friends didn't die for nothing, as you say. They died on a path of their own choosing, a path that they quite happily followed. They're up in heaven attempting to beat each other at chess right now, you know." She smiled, something that made every man in the room, except for Proper Crowley, go indescribably weak at the knees.

"Who's trying to beat who at chess?" Asked Sam finally.

"Um..." The blonde narrowed one eye, thinking hard,"Your friend, Pamela, and Miss Jo Harvelle. They're tied, 2-2." Sam dropped into a chair, completely numb.

"Pam?" He eventually croaked. "Pam and Jo are playing chess? In Heaven?"

"Yep." Smiled the blonde. Weak knees all over again.

"Aziraphale." The blonde turned to the new Crowley in response. "Are you completely sure about what you told me?" He seemed unsure of himself suddenly, as though her gaze was a death sentence and bliss at the same time. Zachariah growled, a sound deep beneath the earth, something that should never be heard. 'Crowley' hissed back. Castiel swallowed, eyes blinking furiously.

"Boys! Boys!" The blonde, Aziraphale was suddenly between the two, a hand on either's chest. "Crowley. Calm down. While I'll kill 'im if he does, he can still dissappate you in seconds. And Zachariah, you and I will have a little chat." Aziraphale's eyes had gone from a cobalt-blue to icy-white in a few seconds(9). Not Lillith-white, but a pure, silver-grey around the pupil. Cas let out a breath. It was obvious he had been hoping that nobody would die.

"What the Hell?" Exclaimed Dean. "Who are you?" Aziraphale turned away from Crowley, looking very embarrassed.

"I'm um... Aziraphale. An Angel. Principality level." She shrugged sheepishly. It hit Sam so hard it was almost physical.

"Y-Yo-You're Zachariah's superior." Dean turned around so fast it was rather frightening.

"What do you mean, Sam?" He asked, with emphasis on mean.

"She's Aziraphale. The, uh, the Guardian of the Garden of Eden.(10)"

"That's me." Sighed Aziraphale.

"That's her." Acknowledged Crowley.

A/N:
1. A reference to Doctor Who. (Awesome show, BTW.) In the Silence In The Library episode, there are two Daves, Other Dave, and Proper Dave. Proper Dave joined theteam first, so henceforth, Proper Dave. Proper Crowley is Good Omens Crowley.

2. Interrogation = Torture sector for those who've sold their souls.

3. In case I wasn't clear enough (I never am) Alistair let Jenevieve go, hen tried to make it up by becoming the best at everything he did.

4. King= King of The Crossroads

5. Takes place somewhere between 5.14 and 5.16.

6. No, really, there were crumbs.

7. Sam eminates tall like Cas eminates awkward, and Cas eminates awkward in the same way 'a duck takes to doing taxes' eminates awkward.

8. Bees and honey are Egyptian symbols of death.

9. Her irises change color with her mood. Average is pale blue, happy is darker, and the angrier she gets, the paler her eyes do.

10. She is. Reluctantly.

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