Chapter 11: Love Wins All

Summary:

Crowley has a surprise after dealing with Gabriel, albeit a temporary fix.

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Aziraphale ran his fingers along Crowley's scalp, lovingly twirling dark apple red hair around a finger. Breathing slowed, became consistently content, the sigh that Aziraphale was waiting for, the telltale sign his love had fallen asleep, came into existence. Aziraphale was determined to get out of bed without assistance, he needed to get out for a bit, just downstairs would be enough. Slowly, ever so slowly, he maneuvered himself out of bed, Crowley's arm draped over him as though he were protecting him with an angelic wing, Aziraphale couldn't help but smile at the thought of his Crowley with wings. Imagining it for a moment, the wings would be enormous, black of course but shimmery, mysterious all-encompassing, just like Crowley, with a nod at his thought he managed to get out of bed.

Bare feet touched the floor, it was cool, a shiver spiraled through his spine, the crutches were just against the wall next to him. Aziraphale's casted leg, the main problem here, the weight alone was balance throwing, carefully he reached, grabbing one crutch and then the second. Pushing himself up, the crutches under his arms, Aziraphale smiled at himself, so proud of his accomplishment. Just as he was about to head towards the stairs...

"Going somewhere, angel?" Crowley sounded slightly amused.

"Oh, just, well, please, I need to go downstairs, just down there; I am going to lose my mind, my love. Cabin fever and all, come with me? I am sorry that I woke you up though, I tried to stay silent." Aziraphale blathered a bit before Crowley spared the world of it.

"Silent, because you are or think you are a sneaky little angel." Crowley stifled a chuckle watching the offended angels look.

"I am rather stealthy, I'll have you know."

"Of course, angel, let's get you downstairs for a bit, but, if you get tired at all, you tell me, understand?"

"Of course, my love, everything will be tickety-boo!" That angelic smile was back, causing a sigh from Crowley.

"Ticketyboo Angel? Really?" Crowley got out of the bed and stood directly behind his Angel, sliding his arms around him, gently hugging him. "We could have done other things besides downstairs Aziraphale..." Leaning back against him, Aziraphale shuddered a sigh, "Who says we can't after." With a light smack on Aziraphale's ass, Crowley opened the door, walking backward down the stairs helping Aziraphale every step of the way. It took a while, but they both made it after a few stops so Aziraphale could catch his breath. "You doing alright, Angel?" Aziraphale looked a bit worse for wear, but he nodded. "Maybe other things would have been better," he said with a slight grin.

Crowley knowingly shook his head and picked up his Angel and walked him the rest of the way to a seat. "I don't want to hear it, Angel. Need to feed you more, still too thin." Crowley looked at him. Aziraphale pinched around his waist, knowing he had lost a lot of his weight during the hospital stay, and Crowley was cooking almost non stop trying to fatten him back up. For the first time in his life, Aziraphale realized that his love preferred him, wanted him to be soft, because that was what he found attractive. Aziraphale smiled lovingly at Crowley, who kissed him lightly and disappeared into the kitchen.

Anathema bounced and twirled over to Aziraphale, bits of her witches dust flying about her, smiling all the while happy to have Aziraphale back downstairs where he belonged. "Hello, Aziraphale!" Aziraphale smiled at her, looking in her hand was a cup with Rose Petal Tea, "Oh thank you Anathema, I really needed this!" Anathema held up her finger and grabbed something from under her counter. Placing it on the counter in front of him, Aziraphale almost cried, it was his laptop, he thought it was gone. "How where?" Anathema smiled, "Well, dear, it seems you and the boss didn't have time to collect everything? Hmmm? I may have found it on the seat behind the piano." Aziraphale blushed brightly but still nodded, mumbling out a thank you.

Aziraphale opened his laptop, and there in front of him was the story he had started writing shortly after meeting Crowley. He couldn't help the smile as he read the first chapter where they met on a wall, the most unlikely of friends and their slow ascent into love and the adventures they found themselves in. The new episodes would shape the story, something he was missing, the fire, Crowley saving him, but differently. Aziraphale's fingers started flying as the love, the new ideas, and all the new experiences fell into the laptop from a mind at ease. The world around him disappeared as he was teleported into Eden watching from the sidelines as he could hear the demon, and the Angel speak to one another.

Anathemas gasp and loud ~NO~ was what broke Aziraphale's concentration, his eyes slightly glossed over from focus on the laptop screen didn't see when a hand landed on his shoulder, spinning him around. Aziraphale's casted leg slamming into the chair next to him, a loud groan leaving him, Stardust eyes flew open to meet blazing violet eyes. Anathema was already on the phone to the police, praying that Crowley didn't kill anyone, or if truth be told, she was genuinely hoping Crowley would leave a piece for her to take care of. Crowley had been in the kitchen, he hadn't heard anything, and was unaware of what was going on out front. Gabriel had fisted his hands in Aziraphale's shirt, keeping his face not more than an inch from his face.

"This seems familiar Aziraphale, last I remember you were going to be mine. I haven't forgotten, if you think your little plaything is going to stop this, you are wrong. I'll make it, so he disappears before you do unless you play by my rules. Lose your playtoy, or I'll make sure you do."

Aziraphale tried to back up from him, there was nowhere to go, Anathema had been all but ignored, but she just hadn't been seen, but she heard everything, and she recorded it. As much as she wanted to help, she remembered the police saying it needed to be recorded. Anathema waited until Gabriel got to the end of his spiel and leaned closer to Aziraphale as though he was going to kiss him, Anathema screamed as though her life depended on it. Pans in the kitchen dropped, possibly glass shattered for the amount of noise that came out of the kitchen.

Crowley flew out of the kitchen, seeing Gabriel with his hands on Aziraphale leaning closer to kiss him, was too much. Crowley was over the counter next to Aziraphale, his hands already on Gabriel, dragging him back and away from Aziraphale who hadn't breathed since Gabriel's arrival. Crowley slammed Gabriel into the glass of the window behind him. A rather sinister grin played lovingly on Crowley's lips. Holding him where he was, Gabriel grinned, "Go ahead, do something, I'll be out of jail in a moment's time, and you, you'll be put away for assault." Anathema grinned as she spoke up, "Hey Crowley, guess what I recorded? Nothing is going to happen to you." Crowley glanced back at Anathema, who was waving her phone back and forth with a wicked grin.

"Seems your time is up, asshole," Crowley smirked. Crowley slammed him once more against the glass, loving the sound of Gabriel's head knocking off the glass. "I wonder how it would feel if I lit you on fire Gabriel, do you think it would feel like falling into hell." Crowley came within a millimeter of Gabriel's face as he growled out a warning, only Gabriel could hear it, but he paled as Crowley slammed him once more into the window, a crack in the window appeared. Crowley was about to do more when the police actually arrived, both detectives there, easing Crowley off Gabriel, talking him into letting him go, but it was his Angel that broke through to him.

Dropping Gabriel Crowley went to his Angel's side, wrapping his arms around him, Aziraphale buried his face in his neck. "You're okay my angel, Aziraphale, you're okay." Aziraphale nodded but stayed in the protective embrace of Crowley, he was warm, safe, and he knew no harm would come to him as long as Crowley was there. The police talked with Anathema, taking her phone, she wasn't happy about losing it, but they promised to have it back in a few days. Coming back to Crowley and Aziraphale, they checked in on them, reassuring Crowley he was in no trouble but would need a statement. Crowley looked out the window to the police car that contained Gabriel, he couldn't help the smug smirk on his face as he held Aziraphale against him.

Shadwell ran into the Bistro Tracey in tow, all looking out the window at Gabriel, who had a look of a caged animal, his eyes never leaving Crowley. Crowley tilted his angels face up, who willingly let Crowley kiss him, lovingly so, Azirphale caught the look of Gabriel. With a grin, Aziraphale felt emboldened and lifted his arm around Crowley's neck, pulling him into a world tilting, time-stopping kiss, his eyes defiantly looking at Gabriel as the kiss ended. Crowley chuckled, kissing the top of his angels head. "Feel better, my love?" Aziraphale looked up at him, "Yes, but what would be better are other things!" Crowley looked at Aziraphale with a wicked grin, "Are you done with us detectives?" Crowley glanced at them, seeing the nod, he picked Aziraphale up both looking at Gabriel one last time before heading up to their home.

Crowley placed Aziraphale on the edge of the bed and smiled at him, letting his fingers trace his jawline. Aziraphale looked up; Crowley had removed his glasses without being asked, taking his breath away. Smiling at Crowley, Aziraphale leaned into his hand, his eyes never leaving Crowleys. Aziraphale saw something change in those golden eyes, love, fear, nervousness, he couldn't tell which, but something was different. Crowley just looked at his Angel for a moment, then without warning knelt in front of Aziraphale. Aziraphale eyes never left Crowleys, he watched as slowly Crowley reached into his pocket, pulling out a little velvet box and held it up to Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looked from Crowley's golden eyes to the little red and black velvet box, his eyes returning to Crowleys. Slowly Crowley opened the box for Aziraphale, who looked into it. Sitting there, sparkling back at Aziraphale was a ring; he had never seen one like it in his life, not even in his wildest dreams; three stones sparkled back at him. One the color of Crowleys eyes, that Aziraphale adored, another matching the blue of his own eyes, and lastly in the middle, a sparkling black stone sprinkled with what looked like a nebula and stardust. The band was a black and red serpent spiraling around his finger, protecting the snake were two wings, black fading into gold.

Aziraphale eyes glistened and filled with unshed tears as he looked back up at Crowley, nodding his head. Crowley smiled at him, "Yes? Really?" Aziraphale laughed as tears fell from his eyes, "Of course, yes, with everything I am, yes!" Crowley threw his arms around him, holding him to him kissing his face, tasting the salt from tears of happiness. Crowley somehow managed to find Aziraphale's lips kissing him deeply, a longing sigh escaping Aziraphale. "Umm Crowley, love?" Aziraphale managed to get out in between sighs and kisses. "Ummm, what angel?" Aziraphale chuckled while kissing Crowley, "Think I could, I don't know, wear the ring?" Crowley stopped and looked down at his hand, still holding the box, a light blush crossing his cheeks, with a nod he took the ring out. Aziraphale looked at him and held his left hand out, Crowley carefully took his hand, placing the ring on his finger.

Looking at the ring on his now fiances hand, Crowley smiled, a heart-melting smile that Aziraphale all but melted into Crowley's arms. Crowley tilted Aziraphale's head back and brushed his lips against Aziraphale's. Crowley quickly brought Aziraphale back to where they were, the first kiss of them being engaged to be married. The beginning of time for them, their forever was just starting, but first, some things had to be dealt with, for tonight it was them.

Gabriel sat in his cell, only to hear Bee at the door. "So didn't go all too well then, Gabriel?" Gabriel shook his head. "I told you to wait and make sure Crowley was gone, you're lucky I know people, I got the phone back. We're done here, and so are you; let this go, Gabriel." Gabriel never said a word simply standing to be let out and go back home. To him, this wasn't over, but he'd let Bee think whatever they wanted.

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