When Aziraphale came to he felt fear. Fear of what had happened and fear of knowing he could have been hurt while unconscious. This was disgusting and sick and Azriaphale mentally punched himself for ever having anything to do with a demon. How could he?
Crawly had interfered with his plans and also knocked him out. Aziraphale then noticed they were no longer in Hell but instead out in a field. It was nighttime and the sky was lined with stars allowing the angel to see his surroundings. He also noticed the blanket and pillow. He was alone.
He quickly jumped up and began undressing to see what physical injuries had been inflicted on him. He found nothing. Not even a scratch.
He then outstretched his dove soft wings and found nothing out of the ordinary with them either.
Weird. Really really weird. Well, the demon must have wanted something from him as to why he would bring him all the way out here. But he didn't feel a demonic presence.
Crawly was acting really strange and accused him of using his powers on him when they were having the argument. Maybe he didn't want to kill him until he knew what he was feeling around Aziraphale.
This was good. Aziraphale could work with this to put himself out of harm's way. Allow the demon to believe he had the power to do whatever Crawly thought he was doing whenever the demon was around him. This had to count as thwarting the forces of evil as Gabriel had constantly gone on about to him.
He put his clothes back on and began strolling down the hill and into the field to get a better view of where he was when he felt it. A demonic presence.
His stomach did a double barrel roll as he looked down and saw Crawly on the ground near his toes. He had nearly stepped on him. He was unconscious.
Aziraphale put his hand to his mouth to slow his breathing and began backing away slowly as to not wake him. He was terrified. What the demon wanted with him he did not know and was not about to stick around to find out.
He then felt the presence grow stronger and realized Crawly was getting up. Aziraphale dashed to the tree and used his wings to help him get into the branches before tucking them away and watching the demon.
When Crawly came to he had a creak in his neck and slowly stretched his arms to the sky allowing his bones to pop. He looked up and was pleased to see it was nighttime. He loved the stars for he had helped create them. Gorgeous sparkling things.
He felt fear race up his spine when he looked and saw Aziraphale was no longer asleep on the tree. He ran there quickly and began racking his fingers through his curly red hair.
No no no no... this couldn't be happening. Beelzebub must have found out Crawly had not tortured the angel and had found him and took him back to hell to finish the job. He winced thinking of all the horrible and painful torture the gentle Aziraphale was going through.
And it was all because of him.
Guilt bubbled to the surface. It became overwhelming and all the remorse and sorrow and guilt he had felt for years overpowered him.
Tears streamed down his cheeks and he sat down while shaking. He leaned his back against the trunk of the tree and lifted the blanket to his face. It smelled like the angel.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean..."
Aziraphale didn't know what to make of this. Was the demon crying?
But he couldn't be. Demons couldn't feel emotion.
Regardless of what the demon was up to Aziraphale couldn't leave him here in this state. Besides angels and demons could sense each other's presence and the dear boy was so upset he couldn't even sense him even though he was right above them.
Aziraphale was an angel of love and when any living being was in pain he had to lend them a hand in some way. Besides, the demon would refuse his help anyways. Then they would go there separate ways and not see or talk to each other ever again. That was the way it was supposed to be. But secretly somewhere deep down like really really deep down he didn't want that. He actually enjoyed being around Crawly in a weird way.
He was annoying sure but also kind of funny and was a strange demon. It made him feel less insecure about how awful he was doing as an angel. With that Aziraphale decided to lend a helping hand and even though he should have thought about how to make the offer refusable he simply could not get over his secret feeling of just being glad he wasn't completely alone on Earth.
Crawly was someone he could talk to without any consequences. He won't tell the angels about the sword or ark situations because he was a demon and he won't tell the demons because interacting with an angel would have gotten him punished for sure.
Aziraphale used his wings as quietly as he could to lower himself from the tree on the opposite side of Crawly.
Crawly immediately jumped up and snapped his fingers drying his face. He felt an angelic presence. They must be looking for Aziraphale.
"I don't want any trouble. I don't have the Principality anymore so you can piss right off. Hell has him now so if you have a problem with it go and talk with them."
Aziraphale felt something change in his perspective on demons. Had Crawly really been upset over the fact because he thought he had been taken to hell and was in danger?
He showed himself to Crawly.
"Oh it's just you."
Aziraphale was offended on how little Crawly seemed to take him for. He did a double-take to make sure no angels were around before approaching the demon and getting a better look at him.
"The only reason I brought you up to Earth is because it won't have been a fair fight. I would have easily won because I have access to Hellfire there and you aren't familiar with the terrain or weapons there."
"I didn't even ask."
"Well I know what you are thinking you annoying angel and it isn't what you think."
"And what exactly would that be? Are you a mind reader?"
"Perhaps I am."
"I doubt it."
"Oh really? What makes you say that? How would you know?"
"Because I was up in the tree when you had your little meltdown and you weren't even able to sense me."
Crawly felt embarrassment creep into his cheeks and was so glad it was nighttime.
"I wasn't crying! Demons don't cry! We can't even feel emotion!"
"Then what were you doing?"
"I was obviously singing praises to Satan."
"Sounded an awful lot like crying to me."
"Like you would know what a praise to Satan sounds like."
"I suppose not."
The two grew silent as they marveled at the stars. Crawly's eyes were drawn to some of the stars he helped create and he almost smiled at the memory.
"So where did the blanket and pillow come from?"
"Oh, I got them out of the disposal pile over there. Have fun with lice and ticks angel."
"There is no way. They were too clean to be from a disposal pile."
"Well, they were if you believe it or not."
"Whatever you say, foul fiend."
And with that, they went their separate ways secretly hoping to see each other again.
When Crawly got back to hell he was relieved to see everyone so focused on Job they seemed to have forgotten all about the angel. Well that and a little divine interference to turn their attention elsewhere of course.