"What is he doin' here?" Crowley snarls, yellow eyes catching the motionless Gabriel drooling in the back seat of his precious Bentley.

"Oh dear..." Aziraphale ran a hand through his hair as he tried to wrap his head around how Gabriel was there. Absentmindedly, he scratched at the short fur of the beast, trying to calm the low growl that was rumbling in its chest.

"I should just throw him out." Crowley grumbled, taking a sharp turn while dodging a handful of those flashing balls of whatever they are. A high pitched sound whizzed past Crowley's ear. The auburn swore when one of the light arrows hit his car, melting one of his head lights.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Crowley grunted, hitting the steering wheel.

"Oh-!" Aziraphale winced as one of the balls of light somehow slipped through the small crack of the open car door window and burnt his hand.

"Angel-?" Crowley gasped as he grabbed the white haired's hand, gingerly running a thumb near the red tender flesh. He took another sharp turn, narrowly missing a parked car as more light arrows whizzed past them. Gritting his teeth, the auburn haired snapped his fingers with the hand gripping the steering wheel. Suddenly, the light arrows stopped. Aziraphale glanced back, finding no sleek black cars following them.

"Where'd they go?"

Crowley grumbled, waving a hand in the air dismissively, "Don't worry about them. We're home." Aziraphale blinked, finding them in front of the Mayfair house. Once they got out of the car the dog leaped out of Aziraphale's arms, seemingly knowing where to go. It sniffed a few flower bushes, marked its territory, looked up at the angel statue on the fountain then bounded to the door.

Right on cue, Adam opened the door and yelped with delight as the dog leapt into his arms, "You got a dog?"

"He's all yours, if you'd like." Crowley smirked, leaning against the doorframe while he watched Adam run around the garden excitedly with the dog running at his heels.

"Does he have a name?" Adam breathlessly asked, rolling around in the grass while the beast began licking his face.

"I don't believe that he does. What would you like to call him?"

Adam scrunched up his face in deep thought, "Dog. I'm gonna call you Dog." The brunette laughed, picking up the beast and holding him above his head. Dog's tail twirled like a windmill as he barked happily. Aziraphale smiled warmly at the exchange, placing a hand over his heart. The white haired winced, forgetting the burn on his hand. The auburn haired was there in a flash, his golden orbs staring down at his hand with such intensity Aziraphale thought his skin would light on fire. Crowley grabbed his wrist and dragged the white haired towards the house, muttering as they went.

"Crowley, slow down!" Aziraphale tutted softly, stumbling after the taller man. The hand on his wrist squeezed slightly as they went through one room to the other and up the stairs, ending up in Crowley's room. The auburn haired led Aziraphale to his massive king size bed, gently pushing on the white haired's shoulder. Aziraphale watched as Crowley rummaged through many drawers and closets, throwing things onto the ground left and right. He caught a glimpse of a plethora of clothing; from a beautiful silk wrap to a full suit of armor to what looks like yards and yards of a heavy dark grey material. There were even different styles of crowns stacked in one corner. Something cool brought him out of his musings as Crowley pressed a soft material to his burn. It was a dark cloth with something gold embroidered into it. It was slightly glowing as well.

"Stupid son of a..." The auburn haired muttered, focusing solely on the white haired's hand. A warm fluttery feeling buzzed low in Aziraphale's belly, marveling how gingerly Crowley cradled his hand. Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from chuckling. It wasn't like his hand was going to break if the auburn haired squeezed just slightly. A fleeting thought crossed his mind as well...he thought he smelled apples again...

"Crowley?" Adam's hesitant voice was muffled by the huge bedroom door.

"Yes, Adam?" Crowley snapped, the mood ruined.

"There's this weird man out in the garden."

Crowley swore, "Gabriel..."

"I can take the rest from here," Aziraphale smiled slightly, their fingers brushing as he gently pulled his hand away, "I'll be alright, my dear." He sucked in a breath, catching himself. Heat rose to the tips of his ears and neck, unsure as to why those words slipped from his lips. He turned his focus back to his hand, surprised that the burn was almost healed. There was no scarring or scabbing at all. Crowley was frantically running a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated growl as he paced the room.

"Ffffine." Crowley hissed after a long pause, adjusting his sunglasses. His hair was stuck up on end and it took all of Aziraphale's willpower to not laugh. He glanced back down to his hand, trying to figure out how his hand was healing so fast. A soft, fluffy blanket was thrown over Aziraphale's shoulders. It was one of the auburn haired's fur throws. Warmth crept into his limbs and soothed his sore joints that were starting to stiffen again.

"Stay put," Crowley whispered, adjusting the fur throw around the white haired, "and don't take that off." He gestured to the cloth before sauntering grumpily out of his room. Aziraphale snuggled more under the fur throw and into the soft mattress of the ginormous bed with a smile. It must be memory foam…

The white haired laughed when he heard Crowley's grumbling and grunting from outside. He could see the auburn haired and Adam struggling with a limp Gabriel out of the Bentley. Dog was running around their feet, barking. Aziraphale lifted the cloth on his hand, checking to see how the skin was faring. He gasped, finding his hand had fully healed like nothing had happened to it in the first place. He heard Crowley shout and saw him clutching his foot, a string of curses spilling from his beautiful lips. The auburn haired found the wheelchair Gabriel was sitting in, folded in the trunk of the Bentley. Aziraphale chuckled and pocketed the cloth, tugging the fur throws tighter around his shoulders. He made his way down the stairs and to the front door, finding a red faced Adam and an equally red faced Crowley struggling to put Gabriel into the wheelchair. Dog bounded over to the white haired, wagging his tail happily and placing his cute little feet on Aziraphale's pant leg.

"A little help?" Crowley grunted, his sunglasses askew.

"Oh dear." Aziraphale tutted softly as he chuckled. He lifted Gabriel's legs, Crowley had one arm Adam had the other, and they plopped the unresponsive Gabriel into the wheelchair.

The auburn haired dusted his hands together, muttering, "We are not babysitting him."

"What're we gunna do with 'im?" Adam wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead.

"We can't just leave him." The white haired furrowed his brow.

"That's a great idea, Angel!" Crowley grinned with glee, grabbing onto the wheelchair handles with excitement.

"We are not leaving him somewhere. That is out of the question." Aziraphale put his foot down, crossing his arms across his chest, "No. No! I mean it!" He stood up straighter, standing his ground when the auburn haired gave him puppy-eyes with those mesmerizing yellow orbs.

Crowley blew away some hair from his face, frowning, "...Alright, what d'you wanna do with him?" He tossed his hands in the air in frustration, kicking the wheel of the wheelchair with his shiny snake shoes.

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"I can't believe I let you do this." Crowley bristled, crossing his arms across his chest. He was sitting on the couch, glaring at the still form of Gabriel across the room. It was a struggle carrying Gabriel and the wheelchair up the stairs. Adam found it hilarious as he watched Crowley and Aziraphale having a difficult time.

"Why don't you carry them separately?" Adam pointed out. Crowley groaned.

Aziraphale sighed, shaking his head, "That would make perfect sense. Thank you, Adam."

Adam gave the white haired a crooked grin as he gave Dog a scratch behind the ear. Dog sat calmly at Adam's feet, staring at Gabriel with glowing red eyes.

Aziraphale fiddled with the fur throw still around his shoulders, watching Gabriel stare listlessly out of one of the windows, "I would feel awful just leaving him some place. What if he forgets to eat? Or breathe?"

"You would, wouldn't you Angel? After everything he's done to you?" The auburn haired muttered, carding his fingers through his hair.

"What do you mea-?"

"Speaking of eating," Crowley stood up, interrupting the white haired, "Tomorrow, let's have a picnic."

"Awesome!" Adam piped up from the floor where he was playing tug-of-war with Dog with...something that looks peculiarly like an old sock, "Will there be those delicious grilled cheese 'andwiches?"

"Ooh you bet." Crowley grinned. Adam cheered, running around the couch with an equally happy Dog at his heels. Aziraphale smiled warmly, seeing the sun was starting to sink low in the sky. The beautiful orange hue bright against the gray London sky.

"It has been quite a long day. Why don't we get ready for supper and get ready for an early start?" Aziraphale chuckled as Adam whooped excitedly. He ushered Adam /and/ Crowley toward the loo to clean up and he went and started on making the supper. Dog seemed super interested in the food he was cooking with. He slipped Dog a few small pieces of chicken, which the beast happily ate, as he continued to chop. Warlock was quietly simmering in the hearth, his glowing orange eyes staring into the other room where you can see just the edge of Gabriel's wheelchair. Aziraphale smiled, thinking of what kind of picnic Crowley has in mind.

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Notes: I didn't forget about this story, don't worry. I just had writer's block for a bit, but here it is! I hope you are well and staying safe. See you next chapter :)