Crowley hadn't flown in over six thousand years, but he couldn't help but let his wings expand. Aziraphale was falling from the top of a building, and Crowley fully intended to catch him.

If it weren't for Gabriel knocking him off track he most certainly would have caught Aziraphale.

It was Gabriel who tortured Aziraphale. It was Gabriel who threw him from the building. It was Gabriel who would have to deal with complete rage of a demon.

~An hour earlier~

It has been a nice night. Aziraphale and Crowley were on top of a building. Aziraphale laid against Crowley's chest, listening to every word the demon spoke. He spoke about the stars, and the beginning, and the almost end. Just the soft things. He didn't want to stress his angel. Not after what had just happened to him.

Gabriel had beat the angel. Crowley knew that Heaven would come for his angel some day, but he didn't expect today, and they wouldn't have him today. They wanted Aziraphale dead. Luckily Aziraphale was more skilled in fighting than he looked. He had been a soldier of heaven, after all.

Aziraphale was okay for the most part. Just really tired, and covered with bruises.

Both Aziraphale and Crowley thought that it was all over. Gabriel decided that it wasn't.

Aziraphale and Crowley knew they couldn't fight more angels, not again. Aziraphale screamed for Crowley to go, so he didn't have to be killed. The demon continued to fight. He did everything in his power to protect Aziraphale.

It seemed like everything was lost the moment Gabriel got past him. He grabbed Aziraphale and threw him off the building.

"No! Aziraphale!"

Crowley abandoned the battle. Without hesitation he spread his wings and jumped after Aziraphale. He tried to fall as fast as his wings would allow him to. He was so close, he could almost touch Aziraphale.

There was an angel who was faster. Gabriel slammed into Aziraphale, knocking him away from Crowley.

The demon heard a loud plop. He didn't want to open his eyes, but he had to. Below him was a body, splattered with red.

"Angel! Aziraphale!"

Crowley diverted his flight path and shouted, "I'm going to kill you Gabriel! You killed my best friend!"

Gabriel smirked and shouted back, "Well if you can catch me!"

Crowley looked back down at Aziraphale. He knew what he had to do.

He did catch Gabriel. He gave Gabriel the death by hell fire he deserved. He did it all for Aziraphale.

He did come back for Aziraphale's body. The angel was laying in the dark. Crowley could see him though.

The demon ran to his angel, holding him tightly in his arms. He sobbed, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I tried."

Crowley ran his hand along Aziraphale's cheek. Blood was still spilling from it. Crowley's palm was soaked in crimson. He whispered, "Oh angel, you're still warm and bleeding. How am I supposed to accept that you're dead like this?"

Crowley laid his head on Aziraphale's chest. He closed his eyes, restraining himself from balling his eyes out.

It was very subtle but he could hear a light thumping.

His eyes flew open.

"Aziraphale! Aziraphale you're alive! I have to do something!"

Crowley picked Aziraphale up and ran him back to his bookshop. He made sure the angel was safe on the couch. The demon made sure to take the best of care for the angel. He didn't care about the trouble he'd get into if Hell ever found out.

After all the miracles Crowley performed, and the sleepless nights, the angel didn't change much. Stitches lined Aziraphale's cheek, an IV ran to his arm, and he looked pale as snow.

When Crowley did all he could do for the time being he sat down, right next to Aziraphale and sobbed, "I love you. I need you. Angel, please come back to me. I need you so bad! I can't live without you!"

Tears started to run down Crowley's cheeks. He grabbed the angels hand and continued to cry. He muttered things for hours. He screamed at God. He tried to change reality.

Nothing was going to fix Aziraphale. The path seemed cold and empty. Crowley's heart began to seem cold and empty. Aziraphale was the only thing keeping him warm.

After about a week of staying trapped in the bookshop, Crowley decided he'd go stir up some trouble. He cut down a tree, which knocked out the power for plenty of people. He also made a deal with some rats. For a bit of cash, he'd let them run wild in the middle of a convenience store. Rats were scared of Crowley, so they'd practically do anything he asked of them.

Crowley used that money from the rats to buy flowers for Aziraphale. Crowley did give a stern speech to the flowers. They had to be perfect for when Aziraphale woke up. Absolutely perfect, not a spot or any minor flaw.

Those flowers stayed perfect for days. Crowley continued to do his vaguely terrible works of evil. Nothing changed for the most part.

Except for Aziraphale.

He had woke up on the couch in the bookshop, which had became absolutely too clean for his taste. He looked down at the IV that stuck in his arm. If he wasn't drugged out of his mind he would have panicked. The only thing he knew to do was shout for Crowley.

It would be hours before Crowley returned. At first he didn't even realize his angel was awake. He was very concerned with cleaning the book shop up so Aziraphale didn't get sick. With so much dust everywhere, there was no way everything could be completely clean.

Aziraphale had just watched Crowley clean. He wasn't 100% sure that Crowley was actually there, so he decided to not say anything. That was until Crowley began to walk a bit closer.

"Are you really there Crowley?"

The demon blankly stared at Aziraphale. He smiled and said, "Angel, I almost lost you."

Crowley gently approached him and whispered, "Don't talk, you're still hurt. You need to relax."

Aziraphale muttered, "This needle itches."

Crowley took off his sunglasses and said, "Don't worry you'll be fine soon, Aziraphale. You're okay. You lost a lot of blood, but I'm fixing you. Don't worry."

Tears were forming in Crowley's eyes. He couldn't help but hug Aziraphale. The angel hugged him back and smiled.

"Crowley, I-I love you t-too."

The demon asked, "So you were awake?"

He looked up at Aziraphale, making soft eye contact. The angel responded, "I-I was in and out of it. I r-r-remember your whole sob speech from in the dark. Also you were f-flying. I saw that. I don't think I remember much of anything else."

Crowley closed his eyes and mumbled, "Good, you don't need to remember anything else."

Aziraphale said, "Oh I must tell Gabriel I am a-alright. You know Heaven keeps track of angels."

Crowley made some odd noise and sighed, "I perhaps killed Gabriel. Now please, don't wear yourself out by talking."

Aziraphale couldn't help but smile. He ran his fingers through Crowley's ginger hair.

"Crowley, you didn't have to do that."

Aziraphale titled Crowley's chin up. The demon leaned into Aziraphale's hand said, "They hurt you. I could have lost you. I'm never going to let anyone ever hurt my angel again. Even if that means my life. Now shut up before you end up hurting yourself. Get some rest."

Crowley got up from holding onto Aziraphale. He ran his fingers through the angel's hair and said, "You're free from Heaven anyways. For all they know, you're dead. And I also plan on faking my death. It can be me and you forever, nobody will bother us until we have to save the world all over again."

Crowley raised his eyebrow.

"Unless you don't want to save everything all over again, but we have time to make up our minds on that."

The demon smiled and said, "We need to get you all better before anything."

Aziraphale nodded in agreement.

Crowley grabbed clean wrappings and silently took care of Aziraphale's wounds. It was an unusual tenderness from the demon, and Aziraphale had decided he liked it. He felt warm and protected with Crowley.

It was that night Crowley took Aziraphale back to his flat. It was calm, clean and dark. This was the perfect place for the angel to rest. Sometimes Crowley would lay beside him, other times the demon would walk around the room.

Aziraphale would just smile at him and whisper soft things to him. Sometimes Crowley would whisper soft worries back.

In moments like those, Aziraphale would grab Crowley's hand and say, "It's going to be alright, I promise, everything."

It was like that when Aziraphale pulled Crowley closer, kissing him softly. This stopped Crowley's worrying for the night. He knew that Aziraphale wasn't going anywhere.