"Hey boy, where did you go? I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover-"

Crowley switched off the radio as he got into the passenger seat, the driver was already taken to prevent his escape.

"Did you hear it? The song, in the pub, that was me!"

"I know it was you, you dolt." Crowley muttered, fighting the tiny smile on his lips since Aziraphale was still clueless when it came to subtly. "Bit surprised though, aren't you supposed to call with trumpets or chimes or something now? Unless your God's a fan of the legend that is Queen, it almost looks like you picked the song just because you know I like it."

"Don't be ridiculous." Aziraphale huffed, though he didn't offer any other sound explanation.

"…How'd you even get in here? The Bentley knows about your switch to the dark side, told her the moment I found out so she wouldn't let you in. Unless… oh, you kissup!"

"Well, someone has to give her compliments, Crowley, since she's such a lovely car. Aren't you?"

The Bentley's engine purred, making Crowley groan.

"But I didn't just come to see this marvel of industry. It seems a miracle was performed here recently…"

Shit. Did he know about the two traitors hiding in the pub? Best to play it like he didn't…

"Uh, yeah, that was me. Didn't have any good wine." Crowley lied.

"Oh, of course." Aziraphale sighed, narrowing his eyes. "And this wine… were you going to drink it all on your lonesome?"

Crowley arched an eyebrow and smirked, leaning forward, letting his eyes peek past his glasses. "Why, did you wanna join me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I am the Supreme Arch-Angel and you-!"

"I'm not asking the Supreme Arch-Angel to have a drink with me. I'm asking Aziraphale… the person I want to spend eternity with. …He's gotta be in there somewhere… right?"

Aziraphale tensed as the circlet suddenly began to loosen, his head becoming a little less foggy. "Crowley… I-"

Just then, as if this moment of hesitation was a trigger, Aziraphale grabbed his head in pain, sucking in through his teeth. The circlet clamped back around his head, now even tighter than before. "A-Ah!"

He heard the voice in his mind again, the voice of God. She'd been trying to twist every thought he had before it could reach him in time. Clearly, she couldn't keep up the pace with these feelings so now just resorted to pushing them away altogether, even if it meant they'd come back stronger. "Remember your mission, Aziraphale. Don't waste your heavenly self on such a pitiful creature, he doesn't care for you, he doesn't love you! Not the way I do…"

"Angel? What-?" Crowley tried to grab his shoulder but it was quickly caught.

"I'm not your angel." Aziraphale hissed, his mind now solely focused on his God who supposedly loved him. The crown made this so apparent, he couldn't think of a single way to refute it. For all he knew, he adored his God, not this lowly, pitiful demon, this monster trying to steal him away.

Crowley gave a grunt in surprise when the angel started twisting his arm to the point it actually hurt. He held back any indication of pain, not wanting to give God any satisfaction. "Aziraphale…!"

"I am Hers..." Aziraphale smiled, though there was no warmth behind it. "She loves me..."

That's right, my angel… The Almighty whispered, now knowing to use Crowley's usual pet name to her full advantage. You're doing so well.

Crowley looked up to see the circlet still resting firmly on Aziraphale's head. He strained, reaching for it.

Don't let this sinner defile you!

Aziraphale winced in pain as the voice echoed loudly. He obeyed, grabbing Crowley by the hair and shoving him to the ground outside.

He summoned his flaming sword, eyes wide as he approached the demon.

That's it, destroy him! He will never pull at you again and you'll truly be mine.

Aziraphale raised his sword, shaking wildly. His brain screamed at him to do as his God commanded but something stopped him, his soul that still fought for control. The circlet loosened enough to the point it was crooked. "Crow…ly….!"

He was suddenly flung away when a heavenly passage ripped through the space between them.

The Metatron tutted softly, picking up Aziraphale that was nearly faint. "It was foolish of us to believe you would be ready to face the Earth so soon, our poor, inexperienced prince of Heaven…"

"Crowley…" Aziraphale struggled against him, reaching out for his beloved.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley forced himself to his feet, pupils now slits as he ran at the man. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM, YOU BASTARD!"

Just then, guards from Heaven appeared behind him, grabbing the struggling demon.

"Yes, you have such strong memories of him..." The Metatron continued as Crowley screamed various curses. He gently put the crown back in place. "If only we could erase them but we can't, you wouldn't hunt him with such vigor then."

"No, you can't! Why are you-?!" Arizaphale choked out as the crown tightened back around his head.

"Shhh… No questions…" The Metatron hushed him until the miracle was fully back in effect.

Aziraphale's pleas faded into whispers before stopping entirely, his blue eyes clouding over once more.

"Aziraphale… Aziraphale!" Crowley yelled.

The angel finally stood, walking over to him.

Crowley was forced to kneel before the angel suddenly grabbed him by the chin, squishing his cheeks. "What to do with you? I can't have you on Earth ruining my plans for the Second Coming but… it seems I can't find it in myself to destroy you…"

Crowley gritted his teeth, realizing his angel was gone again.

"Oh, I have an idea." Arizaphale suddenly smirked. "How about I take you with me?"

He watched amused as Crowley struggled even harder to escape as a gag was placed around his mouth.

"Oh, no need to answer, my dear. We all know where you stand on the matter-"

"Let him go, Aziraphale."

Arizaphale's eye twitched in annoyance before he snapped his head to see Gabriel and Beelzebub had come out of hiding, their wings now out ready to fight if needed.

"Ah, so now you appear! What did I say, Metatron? I told you they'd leave that pub eventually."

"You knew we were here?" Beelzebub asked in slight surprise. "But we-"

"We only performed half a miracle each!'" Aziraphale finished for her. "Already been done, I'm afraid… Isn't it sweet, Crowley, them trying to hide each other made their miracle all the stronger!"

Gabriel gritted his teeth, realizing his mistake. He hadn't exactly been aware when they'd performed the miracle in the shop and so didn't know the consequences. He glanced at his partner before nodding in agreement. "Let's make a deal, Aziraphale. Let Crowley go and… and the two of us will go in his place."

Even the Metatron's eyes widened at this.: two powerful past leaders of Heaven and Hell for the price of one demon.

Aziraphale frowned deeply. "But I-"

"Your feelings don't matter in this situation, Aziraphale." The Metatron suddenly announced. He nodded to the guards that released Crowley. "We'll accept that deal, Gabriel. As long as it's in good faith."

"Of course." Gabriel said, forcing a charming smile that usually won over the other angels. "Unlike sunshine over there, I'm not a liar."

Azirphale flushed in anger that he'd bring such a sin up but the others weren't phased.

"You can't do this- They'll destroy you." Crowley growled, as if they needed any reminder.

"Oh, bugger off." Beelzebub muttered. "We'll think of something."

"As long as we have each other to fight for, we won't give up." Gabriel assured him.

Aziraphale felt a pain at hearing him say that before he quickly pushed it down. He took one last look at Crowley, clearly still upset he wouldn't have him instead.

"Come, Aziraphale." The Metatron called, motioning for him to follow as the couple was escorted through the portal.

"They're fools giving themselves up so you can stay here protecting the Earth…"

Crowley narrowed his eyes and watched him go.