I have officially updated each chapter and added new ones. Sorry I haven't added new ones, I wasn't sure if people followed the story on here as well.

You can also find the story on ArchiveOfOurOwn under Raphaelos.

"Alright, what do we have here? Get back to work!" said loud voice rudely commanded.

The place quickly became quiet as the voice yelled, with more quiet noise returning a second later as virtues reluctantly returned doing their chorus without observing the long lost archangel in between.

"Ah, Ariel, just the angel I was searching for. You forgot to give me the report," the voice said smugly.

Watching Ariel as she shuffled around before she turned around, facing the smug voice's owner.

"I am sorry, do you want me to get them now? Why don't we go and find them now? Let's go," exclaimed Ariel hastily, repeatedly glancing back at something.

Her glancing did not go unnoticed by the commanding angel. He curiously began walking forward, closer to Ariel, curious.

Ariel walked forward. Probably trying to stop me or something, he mused. Glancing up, due to his smaller height, he raised an eyebrow at her.

"She is just checkin' on some magic drink. Wait a momen', no need ta' put pressure on the young lady," Sefriel spoke but was promptly ignored.

Crowley had listened carefully since he was shoved behind the quickly enlarging wall, as whoever had arrived was probably not the greatest person, since he had been shoved here so the man wouldn't discover him. But hearing whoever it was, apparently walking forward, ignoring the others comments to not to, Crowley decided he should act before any of them would do something stupid. Sefriel might still have a thing with punching instead of words. He knew it would not end well if this ended with violence, so he quickly jumped out, saying a quick 'Wait!' to whoever it was.

The others looked on with worry as he jumped forward. Ignoring their looks, he continued with his admittedly half-baked plan.

"Uhhh, hi. I'm the one who they kept glancing at," Crowley introduced himself. He knew it was stupid and probably a dumb thing to say, but it was the only thing he could think of right now, other than doing nothing.

"And who might you be? You seemed to have distracted the enter room yet again, " was the annoyed answer. Just like last time, everyone had stopped what they were doing, leaving their entire focus on the group.

"I am me, and who are you … Oh, it's you ," Crowley stated as he realized who exactly was in front of him.

"Yes, it's me. Now that you remember again, I will repeat: state your name, rank and intention before I call someone to have you removed from here."

"Why does who I am matter so much to you?" Crowley asked.

An eye roll and a sigh was directed at him from the annoyed individual. "State your name and rank before this goes somewhere you do not want it to," he repeated.

"I still don't see your point," Crowley answered stubbornly

Ariel, Sefriel and a few individuals close by, were all practically gaping at his witty responses. Didn't he always have a witty nature? Well, if he didn't back then, he sure does have one now. Times does change and with it does a person.

"Refrain from those responses and answer the questions!"

"I'll refrain, but right now I prefer a pleasant virtue to an annoying vice," Crowley explained.

"Alright, that's it! You won't stop arguing then. Guards! Come here, now, if you please." he snapped.

"You can't have an argument without arguing back, sandy," Crowley fired back smugly.

At the command, Custosiel was slow running towards them, curious as to why he was called.

Crowley knew he had been making a bit of a scene. He didn't quite mean too, but it just sort of happened. He still had to go find Gabriel with or without Uriel, so he thought he might as well make a bit of a show out of it as a reminder of some sort before he was either dragged to him or went there himself. Of course, Crowley knew he did not know the full way to where Gabriel's current office was. Okay, 'know' was the wrong word: he had absolutely no idea, but there was no need to tell Sandalphon that little detail.

Custosiel glanced over to Ariel, then Crowley and last to Sandalphon, not understanding why he was so red in the face.

"Since you must have called me for a reason, I ask if there is anything I can to help with?" Custosiel questioned, looking at Sandalphon, who was still red in the face and to Crowley, who gave his most innocent look.

A few seconds passed before Custosiel got an answer, but not from the two archangels.

"Well, uh... Raphael and Sandalphon, they-" Ariel began but was cut swiftly off by Sefriel. "The two archangels here began arguin', kid, and that is why, high archangel Sandalphon called you, because he had enough of his fellow high archangel."

"Raphael?" Sandalphon said as he looked over at the former unknown angel, he had been arguing with. "You are lying, the three of you. I will go to Gabriel with this and make sure none of you will ever do this again!" Sandalphon hissed at them and motioned for Custosiel to take a hold of 'Raphael'.

He motioned for them to follow him as he began striding out of the healing ward, Custosiel escorting 'Raphael' behind him.

As they reached the door, he swiftly turned around and yelled for the virtues to start working again and turned and continued to walk out. Ignoring 'Raphael's' yell of 'You're doing great!'

"Some people are too Earthly minded and are simply no heavenly good," Sandalphon mumbled as they walked.

Crowley felt bad for leaving the others like that but knew if he hadn't jumped out and intervened, things would probably not have gone over that well. It was nice of them trying to hide him like that in their panic. He felt something warm in his chest, but he didn't know what it was.

Was it happiness? Crowley was not sure if it was happiness - he had not felt happiness often, but when he did, it was on Earth. Helping people always made him joyful, but it was mostly with Aziraphale. The angel was really something special to him; he would fall protecting him. And now he literally could fall again, God may or may not have given him a second chance, but if he were going to waste it like the bad former demon he was, it would be for Aziraphale.

Huh, maybe it was, he felt happy that his friends were willing to protect him. It made him slightly teary. He had not had many people wanting to protect him or defend him, only Aziraphale, but he was too prideful and cowardly to accept it. It was strange having people wanting to do that, as people had mostly wanted him gone, if not dead.

"Psst, psst… Raphael!"

Crowley looked up, not realizing he had been looking down from having zoned out and into his mind.

Glancing around, trying to find who had called his name, or rather one of his names.

It was still a bit confusing. What name he should answer to and from who?

The someone whispered his name again. Still walking, he looked back, avoiding falling. He saw Custosiel looking at him worried. He answered with a confused look.

"Raphael, is something wrong? You zoned out shortly after we left the healing wing. You haven't looked up once!" Custosiel fretted.

Raphael looked at him, not showing much emotion.

"Nothing is wrong per say, just thinking about stuff… Going to see my brother, it's been a while after all. Gotta think through a bit of stuff!" he replied, strangely cheery.

Seeing him zone out like that worried Custosiel. He was not a virtue himself, but was pretty sure that Raphael would only make himself more anxious than he should be. Custosiel decided it best to keep him focused and decided to try and do some small talk. Not his best area but he would make do.

"Are you excited to see him?" he asked Raphael.

Raphael looked thoughtful as he nodded, worry seeping through.

"What do you think will happen once we get there? I mean, what about hig-Sandalphon? He is probably going to make a scene," he asked.

No answer.

"Raphael?" Custosiel whispered at him.

"He will, won't he?" he said with a distant look in his eyes.

Noticing Custosiel's confusion, Crowley corrected himself. "I mean, Sandalphon will, probably. Does he often cause one? Or is this a one time thing, because honestly he seems like the type that does more complaining than working. Like, find a problem? Don't complain, just find a solution. It can't be that hard, I mean seriously, how hard can it be?" Raphael rambled, worried.

Custosiel glanced beside Crowley, trying to figure out how long they had to continue walking.

"Raphael? Are you alright? You seem close to a panic attack, if I am not mistaken."

"I'm perfectly fine. It's all tickety boo," he denied.

Not understanding what 'tickety boo' means, Custosiel opened his mouth to ask, but was cut off by Sandalphon speaking.

"Quit your chatting and keep quiet. We are here now. You can speak when we are inside Gabriel's office, well, 'Raphael' can. Custosiel, you are to wait outside and keep quiet out there!"

Crowley distantly wondered why the office was so far away. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that it was not Gabriel's task to watch over the Virtues. It was Sandalphon's - no wonder they all were happy to see him again.

Crowley looked back at Custosiel who had positioned himself beside the double door to the office some time during his thinking.

Crowley walked over to Custosiel, completely ignoring Sandalphons impatient look.

"Are you going to be alright waiting out here? I mean, I don't know how long it will take or if you will even be allowed to come in… Or something."

Custosiel looked at him and gave a small smile.

"You often have to wait for anything worth something," Custosiel said while giving a patient smile.

Crowley gave a small smile as Sandalphon huffed impatiently, probably just wanting to get this over with and go gossip with Gabriel about stuff. But that, of course, probably would not happen during or after this meeting.

Sandalphon rolled his eyes and went to knock on the double door.

After a moment of silence, he went inside, not waiting for Crowley to join him. But as Crowley went inside to join him, a hand stopped him from stepping further.

Confused, Crowley waited until he thought he was supposed to go inside.

An annoyed huff escaped his lips, and the chatter inside the office died down. He heard a bit of shuffling.

"Come in."

Crowley got a quick pat from Custosiel on the shoulder before he went inside. He almost did not flinch at the sudden touch. Almost.

Opening the doors, he snuck a quick look around the room.

It was almost fully white, and there were three medium to large windows, outside of which there was what looked like a big flower garden, filled with, obviously, many flowers.

On the other side of the room was a cream coloured, tall bookcase filled with both worn and new books, and on a little space beside some books was a small, soft glowing globe with swirling colours no bigger than a hand. At the moment, it seemed to glow a strong purple colour and a half as strong turquoise and a very, very weak green, almost unnoticeable, and you had to squint just to see traces of it.

In the middle of the room was a simple chair and a pickled oak desk. On top of the desk was a grey table runner, and on top of the table runner were strewn papers, pencils and a few drawings.

Crowley was surprised, he thought it would have been cleaner. Wasn't Gabriel always a perfectionist? Well, things change, don't they?

Crowley tried to ignore the feeling of the room swallowing him up, so he continued, unsure of where he was supposed to stand.

He just went to stand beside the door after it had quietly closed without him noticing at all. Shuffling uncomfortably, Crowley tried not to show his discomfort, by acting like this 'meeting' was not worth his time. He decided his best bet at not showing how he was feeling was to glance at the floor, attempting a smug look, and hope for the best. Great plan , a small voice in his head said sarcastically.

"What do you want?" He heard a tired voice say. Gabriel say. Not that he paid attention.

"I told you Gabriel! I- As I said. This angel has been disturbing the peace in the healing wing! And claims to be something he is not," another voiced huffed. No, Sandalphon huffed.

Okay, he may be paying some attention, more than he would admit. But it was quite fun to practically feel Gabriel raise an eyebrow, as if to say 'and?'

"And he kept saying rude remarks, nor did he even listen once! He got all of the virtues to beam and preen just by being there!" Sandalphon childishly added, satisfying Gabriel's raised eyebrow.

Deciding he could not miss this show, he slowly began looking up, trying to not look suspicious or a bit amused.

Gabriel was apparently giving an 'are you serious' expression to Sandalphon. Completely ignoring the thoroughly amused-but-trying-not-to-show-it Crowley.

"Listen, we both know that the virtues are a bit… towards you, but what big thing did he do since you came all the way over here to tell me he was causing 'disturbances' in the healing wing?" Gabriel asked.

"Exactly I told you before! And a few of the angels there said he was-" Sandalphon began before he cut himself off.

"You still haven't told me who you say he was claiming to be. I can not help if you won't tell me. No, I won't help until you tell me," Gabriel elaborated stubbornly

Sandalphon hadn't told Gabriel who he was? Why not? Was he a sore spot or something? Or was Sandalphon just himself? He wasn't sure. He was probably about to find out now.

Sandalphon looked unsure for a second before he blurted "Raphael!"

Gabriel gave him a blank stare which quickly turned into mild rage.

"Excuse me?"

"You asked! I answered!"

Gabriel pointed at Sandalphon and began walking furiously over to him.

Thinking about what happened last time Crowley saw Gabriel was angry was like, it may have been himself who made him angry but it was to protect Aziraphale, so it was justified. He quickly decided not to act like a wall fly and stood near, almost in front of Sandalphon.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down you big oaf," Crowley said quickly, holding both his hands up in a calming gesture, just as the old nickname slipped out of his mouth.

Crowley wondered idly why he was suddenly defending Sandalphon all of a sudden.

Gabriel stopped and looked at him for the first time since he got into the room.

"So, you are the one who caused a disturbance in the healing wing and, you are also supposedly..." Gabriel began impatiently.

Glancing back and forth at Sandalphon and Crowley thoughtfully, he said, "Get out."

"Get out, I will speak to him alone, Sandalphon" Gabriel repeated at their confused expressions.

Sandalphon looked questioningly before giving an impatient huff as if he was a child denied another piece of candy. And grudgingly left as if he wasn't just yelled at.

"So?"

"So what?"

A pregnant pause entered the room after the three quick words.

"Who are you?" Gabriel tiredly asked, breaking the pause.

"He just told you," Crowley answered after a while.

Gabriel laughed an unamused laugh, "Raphael? Raphael is dead. Who are you really? And do not joke about the dead."

The tension in the room grew thicker with each sentence, neither of the two in the room getting their hoped-for answer.

"Gabriel..." Crowley started, unable to find the right words to continue. He didn't get it why it was so hard to see it was him and just him .

Gabriel sat down and pinched himself between the eyebrows and looked down. "If you really are who you say you are then answer this question for me."

Crowley leaned closer at that.

"Name the secret spot where we used to hide," Gabriel said with a small hope in his voice. If he hadn't known Gabriel as well as he did, he might not have noticed it.

Crowley was quick to answer the question, "I know, I know! It was in the Garden of Eden, in one of the bigger trees, we used to preen each other's wings there."

Gabriel's eyes widened with shock at the quick answer, and glanced to the left at the bookcase, eyes widening more with hope than shock.

"Do you still have it?" He asked, standing up.

Crowley looked confused at the question. "Have I still got what?"

"The golden snake?" was the whispered answer.

Crowley's mouth made a small 'o' and nodded.

"Show me, at least then I will be sure you are not lying."

Crowley slowly began unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Walking over to where Gabriel stood, he made a quick decision and took one of Gabriel's hands and placed it where you now could see where the golden snake was on his skin.

Gabriel's non existent breathing hitched as he looked back at the bookcase.

Confused Crowley glanced over at it, seeing the small globe, instead of it being purple and turquoise mingling this time, it was purple and green.

"Raphael?"

"Hi," Raphael quietly said, giving a small wave.