Aziraphale almost growled as Zophiel approached. Had they not been on the same side...It was a very good thing that they had not been placed in the same garrison when they had been created. Had they been in the same garrison, the semi-legendary fights between Balthazar and Pagiel would have looked like minor spats. As it was, there was more than enough fighting going on, they didn't need allies starting in on each-other.
Personally, Aziraphale couldn't really care less about the apocalypse, or the humans that the other side was trying to protect. Sure, he'd once had his moment of pity for the humans, but that's all it had been, a moment. The reason he had joined Raphael had been because of Michael. Had Castiel not rebelled and aided the Winchesters, Michael, he who had named him, would not be in the Pit. This was personal for him.
Aziraphale almost protectively clutched the sword at his side. How could he have once considered giving it away, even momentarily? Sure, the humans had looked absolutely pathetic when they were cast from the garden into the cold world beyond. Sure, the flames that flickered along the edges of the blade would have provided warmth for the almost helpless creatures until one of the Watchers could get out to them and teach them how to make fire. But, that hadn't been his problem. So what if the humans had nearly died of hypothermia that first night? So what if Eve lost the baby? There were more afterwards, alot more. It was not his problem, and giving his sword away even temporarily would not have solved it.
Zophiel reached his side and looked like he was about to say something snarky when the new angel appeared. While that in and of itself wasn't unusual, who the angel was was. Finding yourself looking at yourself without the aid of a mirror is quite a disconcerting experience, especially when there were noticeable differences that made your reflection seem...alien. It was him, but well, different aspects of his personality were more prominent. The new Aziraphale looked softer around the edges somehow, gentler in a way he couldn't quite describe. There was still firm resolve and an iron will, but it was...muted.
"Great, now there's two of them." Zophiel muttered as soon as he got over his initial shock.
"Um, hello, well since I'm going to be living here from now on, I thought it would be a good idea to check in..." the other Aziraphale said in a slightly different dialect of Enochian.
Zophiel was the first to move forward to greet the new arrival, probably to get the first insult in now that it was going to be two on one.
"Welcome to Raphael's army." Zophiel said. "You'd better shape up quick before you're sent into the fight."
"Raphael's army? Fighting?" the new Aziraphale asked. "What's going on?"
"There's a war on is what's going on." Zophiel said sarcastically.
"War? Why?" the new Aziraphale asked.
"To put the apocalypse back on track, like it's supposed to be. Castiel rebelled and derailed it, and one of his pet humans dragged Michael into the pit." Zophiel replied.
"I see..." the New Aziraphale said, as he slowly backed away from Zophiel. "Well, um, yeah, I'll just..."
The New Aziraphale started moving away from his spot near the center of the camp in an almost nonchalant manner. Aziraphale decided to follow him, wondering what was wrong. He knew himself well enough to know something was up. It was while he was more carefully scrutinizing the New Aziraphale that he realized something. The spot where he himself usually kept his sword was empty. In fact, it didn't look like he was carrying his sword at all.
"Hey." he said, getting the New Aziraphale's attention.
"Yes?" the New Aziraphale asked.
"Where's your sword?" he asked.
"I um...lost it." the New Aziraphale replied nervously.
It was in that moment he knew. He grabbed his sword from his side and prepared to attack. The New Aziraphale dropped all pretenses, and vanished. The sword sliced through empty air where the other angel had been half an instant earlier.
"Hey, what was that all about? We need all the angels we can get around here, and you attacking them isn't going to help things." Zophiel said, looking ready to spring on him and start pulling feathers, finally having had the excuse he needed.
"Not that one." he replied. "Not him. We definitely don't need him. He is going to side with Castiel."
"Damn." Zophiel said. "I don't know why, but I actually liked the other you."
&!&!&
Aziraphale found himself panting once more even though it wasn't necessary. It was one of those human gestures he'd picked up over the millenia. When in human form, he seemed to do alot of those kinds of things. After getting his bearings, he vanished again, only to reappear at Crowley's side. Why Crowley was several hours in the past, he didn't know.
When he found Crowley, he was in some sort of prison, quietly sneaking up on a very evil and slimy feeling man who was torturing a...a...shapeshifter?
"Crowley dear, I think this will have to wait until later." Aziraphale said quietly.
"Why?" Crowley hissed back.
"Because we've got a very serious problem." he replied.
It was at that point that the evil man turned on the baby monitor that was on the table next to a bunch of torture implements and made his threat.
"Oh Hell no!" Crowley yelled, charging from his hiding spot.
It wasn't a well known fact, but Crowley liked children, and not in the "as a snack" way most demons did. What he often did to those he caught hurting children was well...unique to say the least.