Crowley directed his gaze up to the sky once more. The clouds were still nowhere to be seen, the air was nothing short of pins as it hit exposed skin, and the flurries coming down did not seem to go away. "Not quite." Crowley's breath blew in front of him.

Upon hearing those words, a very frustrated nephalem exhaled sharply and kicked a snow-covered rock by her feet. "That's alright, darling." Aziraphale encouraged. "You'll get it in no time."

Cassi pinched her nose and huffed. "You've been saying that papa, but it's no use." She looked up at the sky. "I can't do it."

Crowley squeezed her daughter's shoulder. "Yes, you can." He rubbed his hands together. "You're my daughter after all."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It means you're as clever as I am." Crowley smirked. "Now," he wiggled his fingers, "hmm, the trick is you have to want to make the snow stop. Like a miracle only…not entirely the same. The weather is a template, you just have to manipulate it."

"I'm not you, dad." Cassi stated in a silent tone. "I'm not…as powerful as you or papa."

"Nonsense, you're doing an excellent job, and quite frankly, darling, I believe every angel is powerful in their own way."

Crowley held Cassi's hand in his. "We do it together this time." He squeezed her hands gently. "Ready? On three…one…two…erm, think of something other than snow…and three." Unfortunately for Crowley, his beautiful apple tree was gone in the blink of an eye as a lightning bolt struck the tree, flames devouring it. "Bloody hell."

"Ugh!" Cassi crossed her arms as Crowley snapped his fingers, putting out the flames. "I was thinking rain not-" she pointed at the burned tree "-that! I'm going back inside."

Aziraphale glided to his disappointed daughter. "Oh, darling, I know it's hard but," he gave her an endearing smile, "you'll get it in no time. Isn't that right?" He turned to Crowley.

"It's been days, papa. That poo smelling demon said it was my fault the weather is how it is. Some people are losing their homes because of me." She clicked her tongue. "Can't dad fix it, please? I can't…I just bloody can't."

Crowley wiggled his fingers about and the weather remained the same. "We've been over this, Cassi. I am not able to. Whatever you did, only you can fix it."

Aziraphale clapped his hands and gleamed. "Ah, let's backtrack. We were in New York when the unusual weather patterns began, therefore, hmm…what were you feeling at the time? Do you recall?"

"I recall she was in a mood." Crowley mumbled and raised a brow at a realization. "Ngk, come to think of it…she was fine until you said something to her. We were at a shop, do you remember?"

"Ah, we were. Yes, thank you, dearest." Aziraphale cupped his chin. "Let's see. We were buying souvenirs and I asked…" the angel halted as he recalled the exact words that made Cassi upset for no reason at all.

"Asked what?" Crowley crossed his arms and looked between his daughter and partner. "Well?"

"It's not important but what is important is why did the question upset you?"

Cassi blushed. "I-it did not upset me. It…" she groaned, "can we drop it please, papa?"

Crowley furrowed his brow. "Can the demon be included in this conversation or is this an angel thing?" Upon noticing his daughter's blush deepen, the demon grew even more curious. "Er, okay, what is going on?"

"It was not romantic!" Cassi blurted out.

Crowley exchanged looks with his angel and shook his head. "What wasn't? The shop?"

Cassi's complexion was the shade of her hair and thankfully for her, "Enough practice Cassi," Aziraphale uttered, "why don't you go inside, make yourself some tea and we can read something later. Hm? Sounds about right. Go on, my darling child."

Without a second thought, Cassi ran into the cottage and slammed the back door shut. Tea be damned, she thought it was rather appropriate to lock her bedroom door, grab her cat, and hide under the covers. Hopefully the world would end before her dad questioned her further. She felt silly with herself as she thought back to what her papa had asked her in that shop in New York. Aziraphale had questioned her if she was going to buy Elliot a souvenir; a simple question really. However, at the time, her mind processed the kiss he had given her or rather stolen from her. She had it planned out, her first kiss. She had read enough novels to prepare her for a first kiss. Either it be a candlelight dinner, a confession under the rain, the stars, a foggy meadow, or her personal favorite, a kiss under a winter's sky; there was just something about winter that screamed romance to Cassi. As she hid under the blankets, she tucked her knees closer to her body, wishing she could have her first kiss back.

—-

"Why are we in the greenhouse?"

Aziraphale closed the door behind him and faced Crowley. "Because I don't want her to hear."

Crowley looked around. "What? Right now?" He shrugged. "I'm not really in the mood but I can certainly get into it, just give me a minute." He turned himself around, bent over a flower bed, and began to pull down his pants.

"What? No!"

"No?" The demon straightened out and turned around. "Pfft, giving me mixed signals, angel."

Aziraphale sighed and closed the gap between them, pulling up Crowley's pants in the process. "How am I…never mind. I believe it was the day after, um, she, uh, kissed you know who."

"Ugh, now I'm really not in the mood."

"Although, technically, he kissed her. She was unprepared, slapped him and ran away to our suite that night."

Crowley grinned. "Slapped him did she?"

"Please." Aziraphale gave the demon a stern look.

"Hang on, um, exactly how much do you know? Because she can talk to me as well. I am also her father as much as you are. I helped make her."

Aziraphale smiled politely and placed his open hand on Crowley's chest. "Of course you are, dearest, and you certainly did, it's just, er, you can be a tad…"

Crowley raised his brow. "A tad what?"

"Overprotective and…um, overbearing?" Aziraphale pinched his fingers together. "Just a smidge."

Crowley cocked his head forward and his mouth gaped open. "Reeeally?" He crossed his arms. "You coddle her too much. You know" he sniffed, "since we're being honest."

Aziraphale pursed his lips. "You need to be less…demony."

"You need to make her understand the world is not full of rainbows and sunshine." He shook his head slightly.

"You need to listen to her more, you know, be more open with her."

"You need to stop keeping secrets from me and…I don't like the flowers you picked out for our decorations."

Aziraphale gasped, "You said you liked them. Besides, you…you..you need to stop kicking me in your sleep. It's alright to hog most of the bed but to kick me as well?"

"You don't share your record player."

"My what?"

"Um, phonograph. I want to listen to my albums!"

"You broke the one I had before!"

Crowley pulled Aziraphale into him and held his arms tightly. "Are you as turned on assss I am?" He hissed as he lowered his head and nuzzled the angel's neck.

"Tsk, good lord-" he held Crowley's hips, "-Crowley, I mean it, we'll talk about the other things, but you need to listen to our daughter more and be open minded. I know you don't like…you know who, but Cassi has feelings for him."

"That bloody bastard manipulates and tempts her." Crowley trailed small kisses along Aziraphale's neck.

"Crowley, please," Aziraphale gently pulled Crowley's head up, "have a simple discussion with Cassi. No being overprotective and simply listen to her. I guarantee she'll be willing to talk to you more openly and even if you hear something unpleasant, keep in mind, she's young and still experiencing the world."

"I don't want to hear how she snogged someone."

"Trust me, that was not on for me as well. Now," he pulled apart, "go on and have a chat with her and I promise, I'll fuck you as much as you want later, hmm?"

Crowley chuckled to himself as he glued the coin onto the sidewalk where a greedy bastard would bend down and pick up a mere one p, only for the bastard to be left disappointed. "Ngk, more glue, Cassi."

The demon's daughter nodded and did as instructed. She then placed her own coin on the sidewalk and pressed down on it. Cassi giggled to herself as she had the same thought as her dad, poor greedy bastards.

Having done at least three blocks, father and daughter walked to a nearby cafe where Crowley showed Cassi how to annoy the humans. Cassi drank her americano while witnessing her father smirk as he made sure some unsuspecting human lost their biscuit inside their coffee as they dipped it in. "Ha!" The demon turned to his daughter. "It's your go."

"Why are we doing this?"

"Em," he stammered, "can't I spend time with my daughter? And you needed cheering up."

"Did I?"

Crowley gulped his coffee down. "A little, yea." He smiled across the table. "I'm not all bad, I can cheer people up…make them happy. Did I tell you about the time I saved a young girl from offing herself."

Cassi smiled genuinely. "Yes, um, Elspeth was it?"

Crowley nodded and fixed his glasses that had become askew. "We should take a trip to Edinburgh one of these days. You said you haven't been."

"After the wedding perhaps?"

Crowley's smile flattened slightly and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Are you alright, dad?" Cassi softened her eyes. "Getting cold feet?" she teased.

The demon sat back onto the seat and pondered for a moment. "Not at all." He sighed. "I was the one who open the marriage conversation." He twisted his ring nervously. "Your papa has been planning this for a while, way before he proposed but," he sighed heavily, "I think he has forgotten I don't exactly enjoy entering a church."

"How so?"

"It's hallowed ground, Cassi. I'm a demon," he sniffed, "you can put two and two together."

Cassi grinned and leaned forward. "From what I was told," she laughed, "you have indeed entered a church in the name of love." she teased.

Crowley scoffed. "It was not in the name of love…Aziraphale needed saving. He was way in over his head and was getting into trouble. He always needs rescuing."

"Uh huh." Cassi giggled. "You don't have to marry in a church, dad, you can always, I don't know, go to a courthouse and stand before a judge."

Crowley leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. "See, you are as clever as I am." He scrunched his nose. "I mentioned it to your father, but he insists on making our matrimony holy in one way or another. Remember what I told you about brainwashing angels up in heaven? Some things are still sacred to him."

Cassi sipped her drink and sighed. "If all you need is a holy witness to marry, why not ask Muriel, they are an angel."

Crowley eyed his daughter carefully and cocked his head. "You're an angel."

"Half angel."

"Still holier than I will ever be…again. I'll discuss it with your father but I'm sure he'll agree."

Cassi raised her brow and shook her head in confusion. "Agree to what exactly?"

Crowly stood from the table. "To marry us." He gestured for her to follow him out the coffee shop.

Once outside, Cassi shook her head once more. "Marry you?"

Crowly smiled and snapped his fingers, miracling a beanie on his daughter's head as the snow began to fall. "Yes, marry." The demon looked up into the sky and back down at his daughter's puffed out face. "Back in New York, were you annoyed by something your papa said?"

Cassi blushed and gulped down, trying to find the right words without upsetting her demonic father.

Crowley crossed his heart and pouted. "I promise not to get mad."

Cassi looked down in embarrassment and mumbled.

The demon leaned into the nephalem. "Sorry?"

"You and papa had a romantic first kiss and I did not and it's not…I-I it wasn't special." Cassi blushed some more, refusing to look her dad in the eye. "It was supposed to be under a winter's sky or under the rain and not in a hotel room while I was unprepared."

Crowley's body tensed as he tried his very best to not go all overprotective dad mode on his only daughter. He hated the boy and now he hated him even more for stealing something Cassi thought precious. He shifted his feet uncomfortably, looking for the right words of comfort. "A first kiss isn't all it's cracked up to be, you know."

After a silent moment, Cassi looked up. "No?" she asked innocently.

Crowley placed his arm around her shoulder and began to walk down the street. "Yeaaa." He cleared his throat. "I'm going to ask you something and try to be as honest as possible and again, I promise I won't get angry." The demon took a long breath. "Do you…really like him? I don't mean angel liking every single thing but do you, as a person, like him?"

The nephalem nodded slowly and looked down at her moving feet.

"That is what I was afraid of." Cassi took offense and tried to release herself from her father's arm. "I'm joking." Crowley stated and tightened his grip. "Demons tempt, Cassi, and well, it's fun. It's fun to see the person get tempted and how their little minds become a swirl of doubt, a doubt on themselves and their beliefs." He halted his steps and turned to his daughter. "I love you, Cassi and, I know I sound like a broken record, but I want you to be safe. There is only one of you in this world and if anything happens to you, I would be a raging mess. What I am implying is simply, take care of whatever you do, say, and wish. It's easy to fall into temptation because it feels right at the moment but because it feels right, it does not mean it is right. Unlike what your father says, angels can get tempted. I was tempted and look at me now, a demon. I have tempted your father in the past…some ox ribs were involved, erm, keep that last bit between us. Anyway, Cassi, you can do whatever it is you like but be careful, please."

Cassi nodded and embraced her father. "I promise I will."

Crowley kissed her daughter's hair and chuckled. "Really? A kiss under a winter's sky?"

Cassi broke their hug and looked up at her dad. "Says the demon who waited millennia to confess his love."

Crowley widened his eyes playfully.

"Fuck yea, one p." A voice rang near them, prompting the demon and nephalem to turn to their side where they saw a man trying his very best to pick up a glued pence.

"Greedy bastard." Crowley and Cassi said in unison.