A quick note to Rawr-Angel who sadly discussed the lack of SPN/GO crossovers, I just want you to know when you open up the supernatural category, look right underneath the ad at the top, and you'll find "Supernatural Crossovers" go there, find Good Omens, and you will find the crossovers. They do exist. I promise.

To the rest of you: Thank you for the support, and sorry for the wait.

Breakfast was dominated by Sam and Dean's war with Cheerio's and spoonfuls of milk.

Crowley didn't eat; he did not need or want to, but occasionally he would snag a marshmallow out of Castiel's bowl. Each time the angel would pause and follow the demon's hand as he casually popped it into his mouth.

Eventually Bobby got sick of the brother's antics and chased them outside. Crowley smirked. "Come on, angel. Let's go for a walk."

Castiel tilted his head. Internally, Crowley groaned. He should not find that incredibly cute. He was a demon. Demon's didn't do cute. He sighed, meeting Castiel's eyes.

Damn it all to Hell.

He grabbed Castiel's hand and led him outside.

"I do not understand. Where are we going?"

Crowley paused. They were at the entrance of the salvage yard. In the background he could still hear shouts as Bobby chased Sam and Dean around with a crowbar.

"Crowley?"

Ah. The angel was going to start calling him Crowley now. It sounded a lot better than demon. He basked in the slow feeling of warmth that spread across his chest.

"Crowley?"

Oh right. The kid was talking to him. "What?"

"Where are we going?"

"Oh." Crowley looked at the empty road before them. That would not do at all. He snapped his fingers, and a vintage black Bentley appeared in front of them.

He smiled at Castiel. "This is my baby. Get in."

The demon was almost skipping as he went around to the driver side.

Castiel hesitantly got in after him.

Crowley grabbed a pair of sunglasses off the dash, and started the car. He turned and grinned widely at Castiel. "Let's go to the park, yeah?"

Castiel was stunned. He could only watch as Crowley sped off down the road. He couldn't believe the demon…cared. That he was making an effort to do something he knew Castiel enjoyed.

Crowley noticed the silent attention Castiel was giving him. Being a demon he was used to scornful attention, hate filled actions, and people generally damning him with every bone in their bodies. Hell, even the Winchester's could barely contain their disdain. This… affection was starting to make his skin itch. "Look, could you stop doing that?"

Castiel tilted his head. "Doing what?"

"Looking at me like I just handed you a goddamn lollypop. It's just the park, it's not like I'm taking you anywhere special."

"You know I like the park."

For a moment they rode in silence. "No. Parks are the most boring places to visit. Me taking you to one could almost be called an act of cruelty."

Castiel narrowed his eyes. "Why are you trying to lie to me?"

"Why aren't you falling for it?"

Castiel stared at him in confusion. Crowley sighed. Leave it to him to end up alone in a car with the one ang– pers– thing in this universe without a sense of humor. He gave his attention back to the road screaming past them, and popped in a CD.

It wasn't long before they pulled up outside a small park.

Castiel exited slowly, his eyes taking in the trees, the children and the clouds. In the blink of an eye Crowley was beside him. Castiel looked at him curiously, but the demon would not meet his eyes. Crowley extended a hand and found the angels. Together they walked into the park.

Castiel watched the demon out of the corner of his eye. He was acting oddly. He was about to bring it up when Crowley stopped. Castiel looked around and saw that they were beside a lake. From literally no where the demon produced a bag of black bread and silently passed it to the angel.

"What are we doing?"

"Shut up and tear it into pieces."

"Why would I –"

"Angel, I said shut up."

Castiel gave his attention back to the bread in his hands. He didn't know why Crowley wanted him to tear it into pieces. What purpose would tearing it into pieces have? He glanced at Crowley's hands and watched as the demon began throwing the pieces into the water.

He tilted his head in confusion.

Crowley glanced at Castiel and smirked. "Throw it in the water, angel."

"Why?"

A fluttering sound dragged his attention back to the water and he saw ducks coming to swim in front of them. They started to fight over the bread. Crowley smiled. "Throw it, angel."

Castiel threw a piece into the water, and smiled when a duck caught it. He threw another piece, and soon all of the ducks were coming to him, ignoring the demon completely.

Crowley glared. "Cheeky fuckers. What? I'm not good enough for you? Bastards." He threw the rest of his bread into the water and glared as it was ignored completely.

Crowley was half tempted to just walk away from those ungrateful little plague ridden flea bags, but the joy written across Castiel's face stopped him. He'd been following the Winchester's around for a while now, and he knew the angel was rarely given the opportunity to just enjoy the pleasures of life. He took a deep breath, and watched as Castiel fed the birds the rest of the bread.

Castiel looked at him, his blue eyes bright, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Thank you for this, Crowley."

The demon was speechless. "Uh. Yeah. Sure." He cleared his throat and pushed his sunglasses up high. "Come on, lets leave these picky bastards be."

Castiel laughed. He honestly laughed and threaded his arm through Crowley's. "Don't blame me; you were the one who wanted to feed them in the first place."

Crowley recovered from his astonishment quickly, and grinned cockily at the angel. "Right. So what else can you do in one of these hell holes?"

Castiel smiled as they walked under trees and towards a park bench overlooking a play ground.

Today was going to be a good day.

They watched the children play for hours. Crowley wasn't sure if this counted as fun. He desperately wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted to show the angel a good time, but to him that meant flashing lights, pounding music, clothes so tight they left nothing to the imagination, and hands moving across another's bodies with rough familiarity. This was just kind of…well… not boring exactly, just not really exciting either.

He glanced at Castiel. The angels eyes were closed, and his face was canted up as he let the sunlight wash over him; his smile spoke volumes of the bliss he was lost in. Crowley looked down at their joined hands and quietly ran a finger along the angel's palm and up his wrist, then back again.

He had Castiel's full attention now.

The demon leaned forward until their lips touched. Castiel opened up beneath him, and then his tongue was inside the angel's mouth, and he busied himself memorizing every dip and contour. The angel tasted impossibly sweet and pure, with a hint of something heavenly.

Castiel hesitated before he pressed closer, his tongue coming out to meet Crowley's. He felt a rumble as Crowley breathed a laugh and claimed his mouth again, a hand moving up to entwine in Castiel's hair.

Crowley decided he was wrong. This was much better than any club he'd ever been to, because here he didn't have to share.

For those of you who caught the references (plural, cause lets face, there were a lot of them)… I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Hopefully it made you laugh though…