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Angels, being ethereal beings, of course had endless amounts of magic and energy. But blowing up one's halo did require a great amount of magic and energy, especially if one hadn't done so in 6000 years. Which is why shortly after Beelzebub and Gabriel had professed their love for each other and left for Alpha Centauri, Aziraphale had collapsed, with Crowley barely turning in time to catch him. He figured it would happen eventually, he was surprised it took this long. Gently he laid the Angel on the couch, tucking a pillow underneath his head whispering a few words of soothing nonsense.
"A Demon caring for an Angel, how.....unnatural." Michael remarked.
Crowley felt his shoulders tense. He forgot the other Angels were still there. He stood up from where he knelt by the couch and stood in front Aziraphale, as if to shield him.
"Why are you even still here? Don't you lot still have another Doomsday to plan?" Crowley sneered.
"We will get to that. There is still the matter of erasing Aziraphale from the book of life." Michael stated.
"Excuse me?" Crowley asked.
"He helped to hide Gabriel. Anyone who was assisting him will have their name erased from the book of life. He would have never existed." Uriel explained.
"You are going to have to go through me." Crowley growled stepping forward.
"That won't be a problem. We can always erase your name as well then finally be rid of the both of you. Less trouble to be caused." Michael stated.
Before anyone could respond, the bell above the door rang and in walked an older gentleman.
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Crowley finally settled into the chair across from the couch to keep an eye on Aziraphale. The older gentleman had turned out to be The Metatron. The other Angels were shocked that the Voice of God had ventured out of Heaven and down to Earth.
The Angels immediately were commanded back to Heaven and left in the blink of an eye. Once everyone else had left the Metatron gave Aziraphale a long look. Crowley stayed standing in front of Aziraphale and staring the Metatron down, still not trusting him not to try something. The Metatron left to the door telling Crowley to have Aziraphale contact him when he woke up to talk about a business opportunity.
As soon as he left, Crowley triple locked the door and pulled down all the blinds. He got a bad feeling from the Metatron and just couldn't seem to shake it. Pushing the feelings aside, he ran a gentle hand through the Angel's curls. Aziraphale didn't react to the gesture, signaling he was still very out of it. Crowley knew he would probably sleep for awhile. Sighing deeply to himself he settled into wait for the Angel to wake.
Nina and Maggie stopped by around mid morning to check on them. Maggie fretted a bit seeing Aziraphale passed out on the couch, but Crowley assured her that he just needed some rest after the events of the evening. They stepped into the next room to talk, but staying close enough that Crowley could clearly see the Angel just in case.
Nina and Maggie in no less words told him that he needed to tell Aziraphale how he felt about him. He never really thought about that until they brought it up. They left shortly after insisting he needed to man up and confess his feelings. Crowley sat back in the chair near Aziraphale and started thinking. He thought about what to say and how to say it. After 6000 years of dancing around each other and their feelings, Crowley was now faced with the chance to confess his feelings and he had no idea how to do it.
It was a few hours later when a low moan came from the couch. The midafternoon sun was trying to shine through the blinds that Crowley had pulled down. Crowley immediately pulled himself from the chair and knelt at Aziraphale's side.
"Aziraphale? Can you hear me?" he asked, grabbing the Angel's hand.
The Angel's eyes squeezed together as another groan escaped him and he weakly grasped Crowley's hand.
"Cmon Angel. Open your eyes, I'm here. Please wake up." Crowley coaxed.
Aziraphale's eyes opened half way. His eyes dull and unfocused as they settled on Crowley.
"Crwly?" he whispered.
"Yeah it's me. I'm here." Crowley assured as he reached up and gently caressed Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb.
"Wh-what happened? Is everyone gone?" Aziraphale asked as he tried to sit up. A dull ache went through his head and he fell back against the pillow he was laying against, a short gasp escaping his lips.
"Easy Angel. Try not to move." Crowley stated placing a hand on the Angel's shoulder.
"M head....its.....killin me." Aziraphale gasped out putting a hand to his head.
"I imagine so. You blew up your halo. Hell was definitely not happy." Crowley explained.
"Is everyone safe? Are the Angels and Demons gone?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley explained everything that happened since Aziraphale passed out. He explained how the Angels wanted to erase him from the Book of Life. He was hesitant to mention the Metatron stopping by but finally came clean. He even explained what he had heard and saw while up in Heaven.
"I should contact the Metatron. I shouldn't keep him waiting." Aziraphale stated.
"Later Angel. You really should rest for the remainder of the day. You were out of it all morning and most of the afternoon." Crowley explained.
"It is the Voice of God, Crowley. He shouldn't be kept waiting." Aziraphale pointed out.
"He can wait until you are more rested. Please Angel just rest for the day." Crowley justified.
"Okay, I will, if it will make you feel better." Aziraphale mumbled.
"Yes it would." Crowley answered.
"Will you stay?" Aziraphale asked.
"Of course. I won't leave you on your own." Crowley assured.
"You never do." Aziraphale mumbled as his eyes started drifting shut.
"Rest Angel, I'll be here." Crowley whispered gently running his hand through the Angel's curls.
Aziraphale smiled softly as his eyes fluttered close again as he fell back asleep. Crowley watched him for a second as he continued to brush his hand through the Angel's hair. Finally he pressed a soft kiss to Aziraphale's forehead before leaning his against the Angel's.
"Oh Angel. We have so much to talk about when you wake up." Crowley confessed.
Crowley finally stood up and pulled the chair he had been sitting a little closer to the couch. He drapped a light blanket over the Angel before sitting down and stretching his legs out, content to spend the rest of the day watching Aziraphale sleep.