Twelve Days Of Angstmas: Day Nine- Aziraphale
Characters: Dean, Sam, Crowley, Aziraphale
Word Count: 955
Summary: The boys discover that there is such a thing as angel trafficking. It's horrible, and it's sick, and they put a stop to it right away, but why does Crowley care so much?
Spoilers: For the season 9 finale and through 10.3. Also for the book Good Omens
Disclaimer: Crowley's eyes are red, Cas's eyes are blue, I don't own Supernatural, and Good Omens too.
A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't post this yesterday, but I had family over for the whole day, which doesn't leave much time for fanfiction. Here it is, though, and better late than never! This is my Good Omens crossover chapter that I warned you about (and I'm not sorry!). If you haven't read Good Omens, you will very likely be confused, so if I were you, I'd take five minutes to google who Aziraphale is. If you know that, you should be able to read this. Or you can… just not bother and try to power though. Whatever floats your boat.
Oh, and there will be another chapter later today, just so you know. Dammit, I will have twelve chapters by Christmas!
Aziraphale
When Cas calls in to tell them that a group of hunters have captured some angels, the Winchesters get right on it. Angels may be dicks, but the brothers know better than anyone that hunters can be even worse. If they've caught a group of angels, something's got to be done about it.
What they don't expect is for Crowley to join them.
They try to kill him as soon as he shows up, of course. Neither of them are over how he acted while Dean was a demon. But he evades the blows and tells them, on no uncertain terms, that he's here to help.
"This… angel trafficking, it's right in a hot spot for deals. I can't have that now, can I? It's bad for business, turns off the customers," he says.
Well, it's not as if they can argue with him, in the end. The King of Hell does what the King of Hell wants. Even if his reason does seem a little… flimsy.
The hunters are already gone when they enter the old warehouse they've been using (Dean had commented on the cliché when they first figured out the location). The angels… well, they're still here, but they're clearly beyond help. Ashy imprint after ashy imprint mars the walls and the floor. The empty shells of the beings look as if they were tortured long before they were killed.
Maybe they deserved it, though most likely not. Either way, this is just…
"This is sick." Of the three of them, Crowley is the one to voice what they're all thinking. The boys stare at him in surprise, and he looks back irritably. "Everything I do has a reason, boys," he snaps. "Everything has a purpose. This," He gestures around them, "this is mindless. No rhyme or reason to it. Pointless."
Another flimsy reason. There's a hint of desperation to his voice, as if he's grasping at straws, and the brothers begin to wonder if there's something deeper going on here. "Check them all," Dean finally orders, postponing the attempt to figure out the mystery that is Crowley. "If there's anyone still alive here…" He trails off, not needing to finish. He's not sure why he cares so much; these are angels after all. Perhaps it's to make up for what he did as a demon. Perhaps rescuing something holy would somehow do something to help him atone.
Or perhaps it's just because Cas asked him to. And no, he is so not interested in opening that can of worms.
Whatever the reason is, it's starting to seem like it's not going to matter. Every body he passes is just that: a corpse. He's beginning to think that they should call it a day.
It's Sam who finds the live one.
"Over here! I've got one!" he calls. Dean comes rushing over immediately, Crowley following at a slower pace. And why is he here again?
The angel is crumpled against the wall and doesn't seem to be breathing, but sure enough, there are no burnt wings to be seen. Dean winces. However alive he may be, he sure as hell doesn't look very good.
And holy crap is he waking up?
Yup, sure enough, the angel is stirring and sitting up straighter, despite Sam's efforts to keep him down. His eyes crack open, and Dean notes that they're as blue as Cas's. "Hey, you're okay, we're gonna get you out of here," he soothes, hoping that he sounds remotely reassuring.
The first word out of his mouth is not one that Dean was expecting.
"Cr'wley?"
Dean looks up at the demon, who's studying the whole thing with a very, very odd expression on his face (it looks almost like… relief, but that's ridiculous, right?). The demon stares at the angel, and the angel stares back. Then, he sighs, dropping to his knees. "You, angel, are an absolute moron," he states. "What have I said about staying away from America?"
The angel hesitates. "I f'rgot."
"Yes, we've established that you're a moron. What's Anathema going to say?"
Dean and Sam exchange bewildered glances. What the hell is going on, and what the hell's gone and replaced Crowley? Because he shouldn't care about an angel. He shouldn't even know any angels!
Crowley sighs again and turns back to the brothers, as if reading their thoughts. "Winchesters, I would like to introduce Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate of Eden, the bane of my existence, and a complete moron."
"But… I thought we were the banes of your existence." It's the only thing Dean can think of to say.
Apparently, that's very funny, as both angel and demon break out into laughter (and in the former's case, it looks like it hurts). "You overestimate your own worth," Crowley states once he can talk again. "Believe me when I say that the position of 'bane of my existence' is definitely going to go to the chap I've known for six thousand years."
Dean doesn't even bother trying to figure out that one, because he's pretty sure that he doesn't want to know. He's quite content with thinking Crowley used to be a human tailor, thank you very much.
"Now then, if you don't mind, I need to get this idiot back home. Ciao!"
Wait, what? Everything's happening too fast now.
"B't I thought I was a m-"
Before Aziraphale can finish his statement, and before the Winchesters can protest or ask more questions, the angel and the demon disappear.
For a moment, there's silence.
Then, Sam strikes.
"So, if Crowley's got an angel boyfriend, I really don't see why you feel like you need to keep insisting that there's nothing between you and-"
"Shut up, Sam."
