"Hang on a minute… I think I understand what's going on here." Crowley – that is, Bentley-on-fire Crowley – came to a sudden realisation.

"So do I – an ignorant and bumbling idiotic demon has somehow found its way into MY secret hideout, and is persistent in being IRRITATING and GETTING IN MY WAY! Now, although I detest passing up on the opportunity to torture a damned soul, you'll have to leave my domain instead. I have important research to do, like torture some other monstrous souls." Crowley – that is, King-of-sass Crowley – alternated his tone between darkly calm and thunderous, which always resulted in his victims being terrified, since he appeared to have an intense case of split personality. But Crowley – that is, Aziraphale's boyfriend Crowley – wasn't letting up yet.

"Look, this is going to sound extremely strange, and from what I've seen of you so far, you're either going to be intrigued by what I am about to say, or you're simply going to stab me in the heart, but at least hear me out, alright?" Trembling slightly with nervous anticipation and vague fear, Crowley –that is, Good Omens-oh screw it (from now on, I'll refer to Good Omens Crowley as Anthony, and Supernatural Crowley as Crowley) – gazed at Crowley, awaiting an indication for him to go on. When Crowley didn't respond, Anthony continued, regardless.

"Okay, so I was sent into the year 2010 – this year – from twenty years previous by Beelzebub. And now I just happen to be sent to a bizarre warehouse – no offense – where I meet another demon called Crowley, same as me. It all adds up, don't you see? I am you from the past!"

"Well you're clearly psychotic, but-"

"Please, just look, will you? I know it sounds rather insane, but it's the only thing that makes sense right now." After a moment of silence, while Anthony let the news sink in, Crowley spoke up.

"Fine. I'm listening. But I'm sure I wasn't that lame twenty years ago." The King of Hell seemed to take Anthony's inexplicable theory very well indeed, however Anthony was rather perturbed by Crowley's apparent lack of memory; he was pretty sure that he wasn't just being sarcastic this time. Then again, Anthony didn't have the chance to comment before Crowley butted in once again.

"So. I guess we'd better start making tracks, before my business partner finds you here." Anthony simply stood there, acting rather shell-shocked at Crowley's proposal.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there, or do you want to get back to your own time?" At that, Anthony's legs finally kicked into gear, and he began to follow the King of Hell (fancy that!), who had already began strolling away at a rapid pace, out of the vaguely creepy room.

After no longer than a second of following Crowley, Anthony persisted in bombarding the easily-irritated demon with an endless array of questions.

"I sort of got the impression that you didn't like me. How come you want to help me now?"

"I guess I can be a soft touch sometimes. You irritated me at first, but I must admit, you've kind of grown on me. Rather like myself, I suppose."

"That's because you are me, you bloody fool."

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Oh, nothing… Just, er – just muttering to myself about how much of a fool I am, to not have trusted your, um, authority straight away…"

"Ah. That's what I like to hear." Crowley flashed a disturbing grin at Anthony that practically screamed out the message 'yes-I-heard-your-insult-and-if-you-dare-do-it-again-I'll-rip-your-face-off-and-use-it-as-toilet-paper.'

"So, uh… do I really become the King of Hell?"

"Evidently, yes."

"And I get to do as I wish and sack/demote demons at my own will?"

"Well I don't just let people walk all over me – who do you think I am?"

"And Aziraphale? How is he?"

"Never heard of him. Now will you quit badgering me with questions? I don't care if you're me from the past; I'll still gladly crush every bone in your body and make you swallow out-of-date angel blood if you don't stop annoying me." Anthony hastily shut his mouth and bit his tongue to prevent him from asking more probing inquiries. He didn't want to be killed just yet. He still had a date to finish.