A light engulfed him, soothing him, claiming they would meet again.

…

When the light finally ended, he got to consciousness shortly before falling into unconsciousness again, fighting to stay awake, he tried to focus on his blurry surroundings, when he finally manged to focus on some parts, he realized he was falling or rather sauntering fast. He wanted to scream. If that was not what made him fully awake, he did not know.

Trying to look down? Up? So he could see where he was heading, now dangerously fast, finally finding the right direction. He quickly began panicking about where he was, was this another tick by hell?He tried to see where he was but with his fast speeding downwards, it was a bit problematic; He tried, to slow his fall down, only to end up doing a flying back flip, finally finding the direction he wanted, he looked down at the different countries, guessing he was somewhere around the north... Ohh, why was he so dizzy? It was all confusing right now, maybe because everything was upside down, oh yeah should be able to do it. Feeling to too tired and exhausted to do anything about it, he distantly decided to close his eyes for a few seconds...

Crowley awoke after god know how long, feeling himself falling closer and closer to earth in an immense speed, not being able to do much about it, except at the impact, he tried to slow down, not feeling his wings, he began to panic, silently begging for nothing to have happend to them. Too caught up in his panic he did not realize the moment he landed and how much it probably would hurt later on...

It hurt.

Everything hurt. Crowley had expected it to hurt more like last time... what last time? From when he fell the first time? Or like hell tortured him? The mere mention of it made him shiver... It strangely did not hurt like that, at least not as much.

He was shocked he was not as… Well as insane, but he somehow was not, did death do that to you? Or was it what or whoever brought him back.

He was happy about the insanity part, but what about the memories and the trauma they carry? Feelign less like a coward, he tried looking at his memories of how hell had thier fun with him, he found stuff that was msotly blurry. Figuring it as some kind of defense, since his mind had tried to block the memories but having half success. He knew he would remember more later and in more vivid details later on.

Crowley didn't understand.

Had he come back to life only to fall again? So soon? He never asked for a second chance... WAIT! He was alive? Why? Did God bring him back or, or-

He could not dwell on that thought too long, until he saw blurry figures come up to him, momentarly stiffning as some appeared closer than others, forcing his eyes to focus, he squinted them before finally seeing more than blurry figures, he looked up at the closest one and saw a top of white hair, recognition dawn on him and he surprised said, ''Aziraphale,'' before he felt himself slip into unconsciousness again, but not before feeling proud that he regonized a face.

''What the f-''

''Language!''

''Sorry, sorry.''

''uhm, who is that man? Is he even a man?''

''He just fell from the sky. The sky!''

''Oh no, oh no.''

''How is he still alive?''

''He said your name, he said-''

''Everyone just be quiet! Please,'' Aziraphale snapped between the many voices. Looking around, he saw shocked faces and one unconscious, ''well, we should probably help him,'' Aziraphale said slowly as he pointed to the unconscious redhead on the forest ground surrounded by leaves.

…

Back in the cottage were a celestial being, six humans, one a witch, another an ex-witch finder, a former anti-Christ and his three friends and an unknown unconscious man.

Angel? Demon? If that was the case, there were then two celestial beings in the cottage again. But if he was an angel. He certainly did not look like a demon, no demonic traits, except that fiery auburn hair. Painful reminders... No! No time to think about that, but maybe... No! But still...

"Aziraphale?" Anathema said, driving him out of his thought process, he was so sure he said out loud but did not.

He turned around, looking at Anathema questioning. ''About this guy, he does not look human. I mean his aura does not fit one, it is too big, and it feels powerful, really powerful! Do you think he is an angel or?'' Anathema said.

'"Well I am not quite sure myself yet, we will have to ask him ourselves to get the answer. I am afraid that must wait since he seems to be unconscious at the moment.'' Aziraphale answered.

"We can get some drinks while we wait?" Newt piped in.

"Of course, Newt, you don't need to ask me that, I think everyone could do with one at the moment, maybe even our unconscious friend would like some too when he wakes up,'' Anathema stated.

"If he wakes up,'' came a mumble from the Them sitting in the kitchen.

"I heard that!'' Anathema yelled to the kitchen.

"Sorry!'' one of the Them said and all four of them began laughing as if they had heard a really funny joke.

Aziraphale sat in the living room on the armchair thinking about who the man lying on the couch was, he had some theories, but none that made sense. He also had questions, questions he was not sure could be answered, but he had to hope that some of them could even if it were only one of them. He wondered when the red haired man would wake up, if he woke up, he would wake up, nothing too serious happened to him, well other than falling hundreds of hundreds miles from heaven? Or somewhere else maybe, he was not quite sure, but if the man was from heaven. He should first stop calling him a 'man' but still, was he from heaven and thrown out. Something was going on in heaven. It was rare for heaven to simply throw an angel out, they would never do that, wether it was down to earth or hell.

Last time it happened, it was during the flood, the watchers fell and was imprisoned on earth, in a desert somewhere only the archangels know. Doomed to wait until Armageddon would come and they would receive judgement. A little harsh in his opinion really. But luckily Crowley and he stopped it, but was the watchers free now? He hoped not, years of isolation would have done something to them, if they were free, himself and Crowley, no! Crowley was... No! He could not be! Could he?.

He would still help them; Crowley would have wished that... He looked over at the unconscious man no, angel and wondered what he had done since he ended up here. Why here exactly? Work of god? Maybe.

"Drinks are ready, hope it is alright you got tea Aziraphale,'' Newt said as he gave Anathema her coffee after having given the Them their apple juice.

"Is he awake yet?'' Anathema asked as she walked into the living room, Aziraphale shook his head, ''well, I think he looks like he is,'' Adam said, looking at the couch where the man had opened his eyes and was looking at them with a curious confused look, a glint of worry.

"Oh, I am so sorry we didn't see you were awake yet, we have made you something to drink," Aziraphale said.

"We actually haven't made something yet; we weren't sure what he wanted and thought it best to wait for him to wake." Newt said awkwardly.

"It is okay, he can get some of our apple juice, we do not mind sharing with him, we even have a spare cup,'' Adam said as the Them agreed, he went over and put the cup on the table and went back to the Them and drank some of his own apple juice.

He looked down at the drink and back up to the many faces staring at him. That did not make him uncomfortable at all, nope. He looked back up again, deciding he shoudl try to speak, he slowly said: "Well, thank you for the offer but I don't drink. At all nor do I eat; it is rare when I do. Sorry," he said the last part as he looked down not feeling well with people at the moment, not that he hated said people, but after going through that, it was one of the smaller.

"Oh, that's okay, you don't need to drink it." Adam said.

"Sorry but we got to ask, are you an angel?" Anathema asked.

"Uhmmm," Crowley started and was about to deny he was an angel, before he realized he was once again one, how did tha happen? Did God make him one again? And then why? I didn't make sense, what did he do to be forgiven? before he could get more annoyed, he reminded himself he should answer Anathemas question before the silnce would get too long. "Yes, I am,'' he answered, annoyed and confused qt the fact.

"Okay." Anathema simply said.

"Why are you here?" Pepper asked.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Brian questioned.

More and more questions came, he did not have time to answer any, before there came another. Those kids really knew how to ask something, it was good? But right now, it was stressing and getting uncomfortbale, he still felt unsure about emotions, for some reason he felt he would remember soon enough.

He felt the diffrent voiced get muffled, it felt as if he was under water, close to drowning, yet not. His breathing began pickign up pace, he tried to get it under control. He looked around, seeing thing almost form afar. The adults looked like they hadn't spoken, thankfully, probably just thinking or watching the exchange. Aziraphale had been quiet as well, he looked lost in thought, not paying much attention, it was unusual for him to be that but it was also unusual for himself to be panicking under questioning. His stress and discomfort must had been quite visible since they stopped their questioning ranting and looked at him worried.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked him.

"Yes." lie. He said too fast for it to have been true and he knew some of them knew it as well, but thankfuly didn't comment on it.

"okay, why don't we take it slow."

"I will go first, who are you?" Adam asked him, looking at his now shoulder length hair.

"why do- "

"I Know it! But how, how are you alive?" Aziraphale suddenly exclaimed, making Crowley flinch and mumble annoyed to himself. The others looked at Aziraphale as if he suddenly had grown a second head.

"Apologies, I think I just figured out who our new friend here is, after I recognized the golden… does not matter, that part," he said sheepishly. "Sorry for the shock, mind if I introduce you to the others? This is quiet the honour." An uncertain nod came and Aziraphale continued, completely ignoring the confused and impatient gazes. "This my friends, is Raphael, the Archangel."

Crowley looked around and back to Aziraphale with a 'really look.' Almost gaping when he said his angelic name, having thought he had recognized him but apparently not. Had he changed so much? he had not had the time to check how he looked, only the fact that his hair was longer and less fiery red, it now had a more auburn feeling in it, still red though, did he still have the snake?

"Were you not supposed to be dead or do I not remember correctly? Aziraphale said you was that or either missing, where were you? I don't blame you for leaving heaven, it does not seem to be a good place at the moment," Adam asked confused, hoping he could answer.

"Just, somewhere else... Not really by my own choice of course. For Sa- Go- Who knows how long,'' Raphael answered, trying to supress a shiver, but failing. looking at Adam, like he could not believe something about him.

"Where? Were you on earth? Or where you in hell?" Adam said, starring right into Raphael's green eyes challengingly, but Raphael did not seem to notice or maybe just not care.

Raphael looked uncomfortably away, an unfocused glint showing in his eyes, from the other occupants in the room after Adam had asked that question.

Raphael finally said something (more like mumbled) "It was not a nice place, let's leave it at that." He was silent before continuing quietly. "Okay? It doesn't matter anymore. I'm here, not there."

"What happened there?" Asked Anathema, breaking the silence.

Crowley had decided he would remain quiet and proceeded to ignore the attention currently directed on him.

He hoped he did not have to answer more questions, what is it they say? Yes, you cannot have everything in life, even if it is your second one. He stayed silent, trying to give a smile, ending up making a grimace. Exhaling he gave a hollow smile. "It was not nice, I can't, won't talk about it, sorry, maybe A another time."

"Were you really in hell the whole time? Heaven had been searching for you ever since the fall! Why didn't you try to reach out? Give off some power, let them know,'' Aziraphale restated shocked and worried, taking the subtext.

Why couldn't Raphael do anything about it before now? And why did he only escape now. There was something he was forgetting...

Raphael looked up, his eyes filled with guilt and another emotion, "I'm sorry, I couldn't..."

"Why couldn't you?"

Raphael shifted uncomfortably in his current position, looking uncomfortable, feeling a sudden need to run away, was this how panic attack felt? Oh no, that, that was not a nice feeling.

"Can I use your-your restroom? I-I need-want to see ss-something, sorry!" Raphael uttered as he stood up, shaking, not waiting for an answer, he quickly left the room.

"What just happened?" Anathema said, surprised at Raphael's sudden leave.

"I think that was a panic attack, my dear Anathema. Raphael had not escaped hell without a few problems, if he was in hell.'' Aziraphale answered worried.

Raphael had not come back from hell without a few troubling things following him, he wondered how long he was… being hurt, did Crowley know about him? If he did, why did he not tell? No! Crowley would have told him and even try to help Raphael escape, even if he did not want to admit it. He needed to ask if Raphael knew Crowley, maybe Crowley did manage to escape! Doesn't matter what death said…

He wondered why he was not sitting in his book shop moping about and ignoring people and praying to god that Crowley should return somehow. It was not fair! He felt a strong need to mourn Crowley, but somehow… Why?

He had never thought 'why' before, always thinking and claiming it was part of the ineffable plan, did god even have a plan or was it all just made up to give some sort of safety for people, so they would not worry about stuff or, or… he was not sure himself, well that was the point, was it not?

"We need to help him then!" Pepper said strongly.

"But how? We do not know much about it," Wensleydale said to Pepper.

Pepper shrugged, "maybe the adults know something? They can help us to help."

"Can you help us? We really want to help Raphael," Adam agreed, looking up at the three adults.

"Yes, but it will take some time to heal, it is not something that disappears after one or two days but yes, I am sure both Newt and Aziraphale will also help," responded Anathema.

Newt and Aziraphale needed in agreement.

Anathema began explaining.

…

As Crowley left the living room, he could feel the worried stares on his back.

He felt guilty for leaving them, even if he did not want to admit it.

When he reached the restroom, he locked the door and made a silencing spell with a snap of his finger so no one would be able hear what would happen here.

He sat down on the white tiles, he got more panicked with the colour, still not being a fan of it, trying his hardest not to cry and break down too much, he bit his bottum lip so hard that he felt blood, in an effort not to cry. he tried to breath in and out. Shaking, he brought his knees up and held them as he began trying to slow his breath down as much as he could. He drew in a shaky and unneeded breath. Repeating the phrase 'in and out' to himself. Feeling old memories trying to resurface, fighting to hold them down, he eventually lost and got stuck in memories.

He did not know how long he sat there stuck in memories, before his breathing slowed down, he did not move to get up, still sitting on the white tiles, trying to ignore his newly remembered memories. He finally got up and decided to see how he looked in hope of a distraction.

When he looked in the mirror, a familiar, yet strange face greeted him.

He could see his eyes had changed colour, they were a light and bright green again, he wondered if they would do that posh trick in heaven. His facial features had changed too. Moving a bit, he saw he was not so skinny like a snake anymore, he had also gotten his golden snake back, it laid over his heart just like it did all those years ago.

Looking he also saw he had apparently had a something that looked very much like a white toga on, feeling an embarrassed blush coming, he snapped his fingers and changed his clothes. He made an annoyed over dramatic sigh, his old? New? Powers had other ideas, he now wore a light green shirt, all buttons were closed and black pants and shoes as well, it was too posh for his taste. He looked up at his hair, it was shoulder length again, it was also kind of curly, he decided he should do something about it, he snapped his fingers hoping that it would work this time, giving a small smile due to his victory, his hair had become shorter, it was still curly, his hair looked like it would fall in his face any moment but it did not.

He decided he looked alright, ignoring his new clothes style, sighing he sat down again to think about what he should and how to avoid it…

A thunder came in the near distance, he looked up with a yelp, wondering if it would begin to rain now, he hoped not, rain was a bastard, always comes at bad times, never when you need it.

Oh well, it did not matter at the moment.

Knock, knock.

…

After Anathema had finished explaining to the Them, Aziraphale remembered what he had forgotten earlier, wishing it were not too late. "I-we forgot." He started sounding worried.

"What is wrong?"

"When he fell down here, we could all feel something, and that something was Raphael radiating power, yes?" He continued.

The others nodded, most having a feeling where this was headed.

"We felt it and what if... What if others also felt it and are wondering..." Aziraphale finished.

"So, if I am getting this correctly, then heaven and probably hell as well felt it? Then we are going to get company soon, great, just great," Anathema said as thunder fell outside, another following it.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

"Aren't we going to answer that?"