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Chapter 1:
8:30 am
Of all accounts this morning in the South Downs had been absolutely delightful. The sun gleamed through the windows filling the cottage with a beautiful glow that enraptured every corner. There was a cool breeze which danced through the bushes and trees creating a melodic sound as it went. Newly hatched birds flapping their new young wings in the cold blue sky. An angel comes down the stairs, the warm morning glow coinciding with his soft features. However, this morning may have been lovely to anyone else, but to him- not so much. Crowley, his beloved, had vanished in the middle of the night without a trace. The new couple had a perfect evening which consisted of a LOT of wine and late night talks in which the pair rambled on about absolute nonsense. They fell asleep, finally safe at last, finally able to be with each other without tiptoeing around their superiors. Their limbs were intertwined until around 4:30 am when Aziraphale (who was a light sleeper) felt the mattress shift and he was left feeling cold. He searched everywhere. Crowley was nowhere to be found. As if he'd vanished from existence.

"Oh Crowley you wily serpent, where could you have gone to?" He paced wearily. His hands gripping his old cream waistcoat to the point where he could rip the seams if he pulled any harder.

Suddenly, a rapid bang on the door left Aziraphale scrambling to answer it. Could it be Crowley? Oh, Aziraphale would be so relieved but there was no chance in hell....Heaven that he would let Crowley get away with disappearing. Aziraphale made sure to stand tall in composure, head high in a stern manner (but inside he was worried sick). Finally he opened the door half expecting Crowley to be drunk and delirious but instead he was met with a wire thin frame of a demon clinging to the door hinges with all his strength. Aziraphale could notice his legs buckling and his face was ashen with darkness encircling his yellow eyes whch were now a more dull yellow compared to the once vibrant slivers of gold. Aziraphale couldn't contain his true feelings anymore-I mean someone-look at his demon. What happened? Where did he go? Did someone do this? all these thoughts raced through his mind but before he could mutter a single word along the lines of "Anthony J Crowley I was worried sick, where on earth have you been?" The sickly demon tried to answer but all he could manage was "ngk" before shakily collapsing into the angel, who quickly took the weight (not much) of him. Aziraphale's eyes widened in panic. He lifted Crowley up whispering soft words to him.
"Oh dear it's going to be ok"
"I've got you Crowley, stay with me"
"Everything will be ok. I promise"

9:00 am
An ill demon lied in their bed shivering. He had a temperature. Aziraphale was perplexed. Angels and demons can't catch human ailments unless their corporations are weak enough to which isn't very often given they are, well, celestial beings and all that. Crowley looked absolutely dreadful. His skin was clammy and hot. He looked paler than anything and he looked so fragile. How could this have happened within the span of 4 hours? While Aziraphale was pondering, Crowley stirred. HIs eyes opening ever so slightly.

Fuck. Crowley's head was pounding as if someone swung a golf club into his head. His vision swam as he struggled to open his eyes. Go...Sata...Someone, what happened last night?
As soon as he managed to crack his eyes open, he could see a faint glow and cream, Aziraphale. Something cold touched his forehead and he immediately moved toward the cold instinctively. He could hear the muffled voice of his angel but he couldn't quite make out the words. He tried to lift his hand but was quickly stopped as his angel grabbed his hand and held it gently, stroking it.
"A...zira..." was all he could muster up before his eyes closing.

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Chapter 2:
19:00 pm
Weak breaths came from Crowley, as he lie there in an almost comatose state. How had he gotten this ill? His breathing was laboured and he was burning up fast. Aziraphale had miracled all the supplies he thought necessary- a bowl of cold water, a compress, some tea for when the demon woke up (which luckily would always be at the correct temperature no matter how long it had been sitting there), some extra blankets incase Crowley was cold and a book to read aloud to him. Aziraphale was dabbing the sweat from Crowley's forehead when he heard something he never thought he'd hear. Whimpering. He looked down and could see his darling Crowley whimpering.
"Oh, Crowley"
Aziraphale sighed in despair for his love. He must be feeling dreadful if he's whimpering- almost like a child who had gotten lost amongst a crowd. Never in all the years he'd known him, had Crowley shown one hint of sadness-not like that at least. It was quite different from how he'd react if one of his plants had a spot on them or if he couldn't find his sunglasses so he'd have to hide his serpentine eyes another way. But here he was albeit very ill, but he was nearly crying. Not knowing what to do Aziraphale cupped Crowleys hands and held them before planting a kiss on them. Aziraphale studied the demon for any sign just anything he could detect that seemed out of the ordinary-not that this was ordinary anyway. He found, nothing. There was no trace or sign of anything wrong physically other than symptoms of a very bad flu.
Suddenly as Aziraphale was lost in thought, a voice spoke
"A...zira?" The demon croaked
"Crowley?" Aziraphale looked down at him and their eyes met. Pools of ocean met slivers of sunlight. Crowley did a face-splitting yawn- which depsite everything the angel thought he looked adorable if it weren't for his sickly red skin and sweaty forehead.
The angel was hopeful this time that Crowley could stay awake, even for a couple minutes, as this has been the second time in 10 hours that he'd woken up. The first time Crowley muttered the angels name before passing out cold.
Crowley wearily looked around but quickly abandoned that idea when a searing pain flashed across him. He groaned in pain and buried his head in the pillows. Aziraphale quickly sat as close to Crowley as he could and rubbed his back all the while asking if he was ok and if he needed anything. All Crowley could mutter was "....hurtsss" to which Aziraphale replied in a soft tone
"I know dearest, I know"
Crowley gritted his teeth in pain as he winced. His eyes screwed so shut to the point that there were involuntary tears rolling down his red cheeks. He felt so weak with every wave of pain crashing into him. Yet, he had no idea what had happened. glimpses flew through his foggy mind. One minute he was safe with Aziraphale then the next he was stumbling to the cottage door in agony.

The pair sat like that for about 10 minutes before Crowley seemed to relax a bit more than before. He still looked dreadful. Poor thing, Aziraphale thought. He would do anything to help his darling demon. He offered the tea to Crowley but realised that he was sapped of all his strength as his shaky hands could barely hold the cup.
"Shall I help you dear?" Aziraphale offered
"Angel, m'not a child I can do it myself" anyone would think that Crowley was being rude but Aziraphale knew he didn't mean it- he just wasn't used to anyone assisting him
"Ok, if you're going to be like that. Prove it then" Aziraphale glared with his "bastard" smile
Crowley scoffed and immediately went to grab the cup but as soon as he held it in his quivering hands he realised it was a mistake. He tried with all his might to lift the cup to his parched lips but if Aziraphale didn't have fast reflexes he would've been drenched in tea. Crowley bowed his head in embarrassment and shame. What was wrong with him? Why had he become like this? Why...FUCKING WHY IS HE SO WEAK.
Aziraphale was about to remark with a sarcastic comment before noticing the shame on his demon's face.
A hand stroked Crowley's face as the angel brought their foreheads together
"Dear, it's ok if you need help. I'm here for you. You shouldn't feel embarrassed" a kiss to his temple. He was still extremely warm-if not more now due to him wasting his energy on trying to prove Aziraphale wrong.
After offering to help again Crowley sheepishly nodded. Aziraphale gently brought the porcelain cup to Crowley's chapped lips and he took small sips of the drink. Aziraphale watched his demon as he sipped. His fiery hair was tangled and he looked as though he could snap but still Aziraphale thought he was beautiful.
Aziraphale noticed his demon's eyes fluttering closed. He gently moved crowley's light body further down the mattress so he could lay down and rest. He had to find answers but he wasn't going to disturb or bombard his demon with questions about what happened last night. He had to find another way. and he knew just where to go.

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Chapter 3:
22:00 pm
The bookshop
Crowley's breathing had shifted. Aziraphale alternated between reading aloud to Crowley and putting a cold compress on his forehead. Crowley looked evidently worse than earlier. His face was almost sunken in and he had dark eyebags along with very feverish skin. Aziraphale miracled him into some loose pyjamas- something comfier than skin tight jeans and a waistcoat.
When Aziraphale was certain Crowley wouldn't wake up he miracled himself to the bookshop. He wouldn't be gone for long. He was on a mission to help his love.
There must be a book somewhere about this. Anything related to celestial or occult beings getting sick. It was a long shot but then again Aziraphales been collecting books since humanity started writing. As soon as aziraphale was sure that crowley was sleeping (as he didn't want to disturb him, not when the demon was in this state) he clicked his fingers and the bookshop appeared around him. Now, if I was a rare book talking about demonic and celestial illness where would I be? He thought to himself. Aziraphale decided to check the back of the shop first as he knew that's where all the rare and oldest books were kept and he knew no human would dare go to the back of the shop when the front was vastly decorated with cliche novels and books of fiction. They would be too distracted. 

With a hurrying pace aziraphale scanned the spines of each book. He was very determined to cure crowley but one thing left him perplexed. Was this the work of a celestial being? Or was it just a normal illness. But beings like us don't get sick...do they? No of course not. Don't be silly. Aziraphale finished this little battle in his head before promptly realising that none of these books could actually help. Shit. He thought. It was worth a try at least. All he wanted to do was help his demon and aziraphale hated seeing crowley in such agony. For now he had to concentrate on comforting the demon and trying to help him.

22:30pm 

A click of his fingers and the room with the sleeping demon materialised around the angel. Quietly, aziraphale padded over to crowley. The poor dear hadn't moved a muscle. He must be feeling so weak aziraphale thought to himself. As he sat on the edge of the bed he felt the demon stirring. Aziraphale looked on with hope, but didn't expect much as crowley had only been conscious very briefly before passing out. 

A crack of gold. What's going on? The demon thought or tried to think as his head felt extremely foggy. Crowley looked over to see a silouhette of white and cream. Angel. He knew that silouhette anywhere. " 'ngel. S'that you? Az.. are. U real?" The demon slurred his words almost as bad as when he chugged the bottle of laudenum. Tears pricked the angels eyes as crowley kept repeating the same question. Are you real? He immediately grabbed crowleys hand and with a gentle squeeze he replied "yes my love. I'm real" 

Crowley was so delirious he could barely speak. The room was spinning and not in a good way like after drinking a bottle of wine. More of a nauseating way. Oh shit. He was gonna be sick. The next thing crowley knew is that he was hunched over. Heaving into a bowl while aziraphale wrapped his arms around the demons wire frame. What is wrong with me? Fuck..what even happened? 

"It's ok dear. Let it all out. I've got you" aziraphale repeated these affirmations in the hopes to bring crowley some comfort. For the next 5 minutes the only sound that could be heard was wretching. Finally aziraphale laid the demon down. Crowley looked exhausted. "Oh crowley" aziaraphale muttered as he stroked the demons fiery hair. 

"N'gel?

"Yes dear?"

"Am I going to..discorporate?"

"Not if I have any say in it" 

Azirphale gave him a little smile to reassure him which made the demon chuckle, a very weak chuckle. But it had that spark of crowley within it. Aziraphale had missed that. He longed for crowley to be cured. He would do anything. Eventually crowley drifted off which gave aziraphale time to come up with a plan of action. How was he going to save crowley 

00:00 

"Hello?" A woman's voice picked up the phone 

"Ah hello dear, it's aziraphale" 

"Hello Mr fell, is Everything ok? It's quite late, is there something wrong?" 

"Anathema I have a big favour to ask, would you by any chance have any books about celestial beings possibly getting ill?" 

"Why? Are you sick? I...i mean I think I possibly have something about it?" 

"Ah. I'd very much appreciate it if you could lend it to me. I'm in quite desperate need of information" 

"I'll drop it by tomorrow morning. And again, if there's something wrong please don't hesitate to tell me" 

"Thank you dear. I'll explain tomorrow morning. Goodnight" aziraphale smiled which Anathema could sense on her end of the phone 

"G'night Mr fell" 

Aziraphale felt a little bit happier in terms of finding a solution. That happiness would soon fade 

Fire? Fire. FIRE! the bookshop. Engulfed in flames with no sight of the angel. Crowley woke up, suddenly realising he was and the shop. He couldn't breathe. Not with all the smoke and heat. His lungs were burning. What happened? Was this his fault? Did something happen to aziraphale while he was sleeping? He didn't want to be the reason his angel dies. He scoured the shop looking for his angel. He couldn't lose him. He darted through the bookshop. Screaming for aziraphale. Tears streaming down his face. He took a step. And fell. Darkness all he could do was flail around as he fell deeper and deeper into the endless void. As he fell pain struck him. He let out an animalistic scream of agony as he fell into a pit of sulphur. His skin peeling off of him and his wings turning into a deep black 

"This is what you get for asking questions" this voice...so familiar...a voice that used to be comforting

Aziraphale 

As crowley looked up. His insides slowly melting he saw the angel. However this time he didn't have that glow about him. He glared at crowley. Cold and unfeeling 

"AZ..AZIRAPHALE. IM SORRY IM SO SORRY ITS ALL M'FAULT" crowley pleaded for the angels forgiveness in-between bouts of screaming out in pain 

"This.is.what.you.get.for.asking.questions" 

"YOU'RE RIGHT N'GEL. AGHGG. I DESERVE THIS. IM A DEMON. I...ARGHHGG I DONT DESERVE YOU...I.  I DONT DESERVE TO BE HAPPY. I SHOULD JUST FUCKING DIE. IVE KILLED YOU. BECAUSE I WAS SELFISH. BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING. IM NOT A GOOD PERSON AGGH FUCK..i should just give in" 

Crowley slowly let the pain succumb to him. He wanted to drown. He wanted to die. He's killed aziraphale so why should he live? He let his body relax as he slowly sank deeper into the pit of sulphur. Where he deserved to be. Where he...

What's that? A shadow of a figure loomed over him. Laughing, taunting the demon.

Who are you? WHO ARE YOU??

the figure started laughing more. This time it was maniacal. Roars of laughter filled the void. Crowley started panicking. Thrashing around trying to see who this bastard was. Fuck why is it getting so bright. A light started appearing and crowley shielded his serpent eyes away from it, longing to get a glimpse at this shadow of a being. The light was getting brighter and the laughter getting louder. "I CANT FUCKING TAKE THIS ANYMORE" 

Crowley lurched forward in a dazed panic. Grabbing at whatever was infront of him. "WHO ARE YOU? WHERES AZIRAPHALE?!?!" 

"Crowley?? Dear I'm right here. I'm here love I'm here." Aziraphale was holding the demon with all his strength. If he hadn't then crowley would be face flat on the floor. 

The demon started whimpering and his breath was shaking. He was shaking. He promptly collapsed as the adrenaline left.

Aziraphale was very confused. After he arranged to meet Anathema he went up the stairs to find crowley thrashing around and crying. Alarmed he sat by him and tried to wake him up but to no avail. Panic set in as he started rambling about killing aziraphale. 

"Dear it's only a bad dream. I'm here"

"Crowley love please wake up"

"Everything's ok. I'm here"

And then the demon awoke 

Aziraphale laid the demon down. With a compress on his forehead. He spoke in a soft tone to the demon. Telling him everything was alright. Crowley looked shell shocked.traumatised. his eyes as wide as the sun. He was trembling. He kept asking aziraphale if he was real to which aziraphale always replied with "of course dear". 

Aziraphale wondered what on earth had happened. However he wouldn't bombard crowley with these questions. Not after this awful event had just taken place.

2:00 am 

Crowley eventually calmed down. He lay there with his soft Gaze on aziraphale. The angel rarely saw crowley with that expression on his face. But he loved it. The demon had the appearance of a renaissance painting. 

"Love you should try and rest. I have good news"

"Mm?"

"Anathema Is going to help me find a cure to help you" aziraphale beamed 

"Hmm" crowley let out a crooked smile. Showing the angel that he was happy about this 

However before shutting his eyes crowley muttered 

"Is the figure gone?"

"What?"

"N'gel, the figure" 

Aziraphale had no idea what crowley was talking about so he quickly miracled a pen and paper 

-the figure- 

What could that mean? 

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9:00am
The South downs
The cottage

Aziraphale heard a very faint knocking coming from downstairs. Ah good, he thought to himself, that must be Anathema. As soon as Aziraphale stood up he immediately turned around to check on Crowley, the demon seemed to be sleeping peacefully. But, after that scare the other night Aziraphale couldn't be too sure anymore. What did he say about a figure? Is the figure...gone? What on earth could this mean. It sounded almost too cryptic for the demon to be spouting, especially in his state. Aziraphale chalked it down to Crowley being over exhausted. But the words still echoed in his mind. Anyway, he had a visitor, a blessing of a visitor. Aziraphale turned to close the bedroom door but he stole one more glance at his love, his everything, his universe. Crowley laid there still like a Renaissance painting and the sun gleamed through the window and oh how it shone and glistened against his fiery hair. Like a sunset. Aziraphale could stare at him for a million lifetimes. As he pattered down the stairs he reminised about all of the times Crowley was there to save him. There were too many to count but he will always remember the French revolution. Aziraphale sat in that damp cell absolutely petrified. Not of dying but of all the paperwork that comes with discorporating. Goodness so much paperwork and even more, he was scared of losing Crowley. Who knew how long it would take before Aziraphale could take on a new celestial form. But upon hearing Crowley speak to him in that damned cell Azirahale's heart fluttered and his chest burned but in a good way. Even now he'll quietly admit to himself that he was slightly embarrassed that he got caught amidst a revolution all for him to get crepes. But seeing Crowley standing there so nonchalant made it more worth while.

A knock on the door once again disrupted Aziraphale as he was standing there in a haze of nostalgia.
" Ah yes one moment dear, coming" he shouted in a whisper, as to not awaken Crowley.
He hurried and swung the door open and greeted Anathema with a hesitant hug.
" Mr Fell? is everything ok? you look exhausted" Anathema exclaimed in quite a worried tone. She was also slightly confused. Aziraphale didn't appear to look sick in any way but maybe celestial beings can hide their illness?
" Oh no I'm fine dear, would you like to come in for some tea?"
" Forgive me Mr Fell but, why did you need my help? you don't appear to be unwell"
Aziraphale stopped in his tracks and slightly pulled on his jacket- he did this out of anxiety
" Oh yes I didn't explain much did I?" A slight but anxious chuckle to himself
" I suppose it's better if I show you"
Aziraphale led Anathema up the little wooden steps before gently opening their bedroom and ducking through the door.
Once Anathema had made it into the bedroom, her eyes immediately fell on the demon who laid upon the bed- his breathing shallow and his skin ashy. Anathema ddin't quite know what to make of it but all she could feel was worry. She had remembered her interactions with the demon Crowley but this was far from how he usually was with his charm and wit. She glanced over to Aziraphale who stood there in worry with his hands clutching his waistcoat. Anathema took his hand and pulled him toward her
" Mr Fell, I promise you, It's going to be ok. I'm going to try and help as much as possible. You just need to tell me when this happened and how"
" That's the thing, he just..left and when he came back he collapsed, and I..well.. I've been trying to find out what could've caused this and I'm so scared.. I.. I can't lose him, I'd rather discorporate than lose him and I-"
His words were cut off by a very much needed hug from Anathema. He sunk into the hug and he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. Anathema slowly released him when she was sure he was ok. She curiously went over and sat on the edge of the bed. She could see why the angel was absolutely enamored by the demon. He was absolutely beautiful and even Anathema couldn't quite wrap her head round the fact that he was "supposed" to be a demon. She'd always pictured them to be, well, demon-y looking but Crowley appeared to look almost ( and he would hate if he heard Ananthema say this) angelic.
" I love him Anathema"
" I know Mr Fell and I hope this helps" Anathema grabbed her bag and pulled out a giant book. The inscription read as follows:
-CURES AND REMEDIES FOR THE AILMENTS OF OTHER WORLDLY BEINGS-
Aziraphale gestured for Anathema to pass him the book and upon inspection he had decided that this was probably their best bet on saving Crowley. He looked at Anathema, tears in his eyes, she had no idea how much she had helped and Aziraphale couldn't be more grateful.
" My dear you have helped me so much I am in debt to you"
Anathema chuckled and shook her head
"Mr Fell, you pretty much saved the world if anything think of this as my debt to you, and if it helps, I can stay here and read through the pages to try and find any useful information?"
" Anathema, are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose or stress you"
" Please, it's the least I can do, plus, you have him to take care of and it'll be too much for you, I insist" a reassuring pat on his arm
Aziraphales face lit up with a thankful smile on his face. He made sure to let Anathema know that she could help herself to food and drink as a thank you for everything she'd done. Ok, now to check on the demon.

13:00 pm

Aziraphale had stayed in the same position for the last few hours. His afternoon consisted of placing and replacing a compress to Crowley's forehead, some reading to him and a lot of worry. Crowley at this point wasn't breathing much and his pulse felt faint and he hadn't once woken up. This was slightly alarming to Aziraphale as Crowley needed to eat and drink to keep his energy.
So, Aziraphale did the one thing he could think of.
"Crowley..?" A hand caressed Crowley's warm face

Nothing

" Love, please wake up, for me?"

after a few attempts the demon finally stirred. But. Not in a good way

WHO. THE. FUCK. ARE. YOU. UGHH GET OUT OF MY HEAD. All Crowley could see was this "figure". He tried to grab at him but it's almost as if the figure was a smoke cloud. Taunting him. Visions flashed before his serpentine eyes. The fire. Aziraphale. Falling. Burning hot sulfur. And the screams oh fuck the screaming. It wouldn't stop. All of a sudden everything went black and Crowley was in an abyss of some sort. Aziraphale was standing there. Crowley raced towards him and grabbed onto him. Crying out to him desperately. But Aziraphale remained the same. Standing there with a blank stare looking past Crowley. He couldn't understand why the angel wouldn't respond to him
" Aziraphale?!? IT'S ME. CROWLEY? PLEASE. PLEASE ANSWER ME"
Until. His angel looked at him with a cold glare of an expression
He laughed dryly
" You idiot. You're a demon. You think I would ever love you?"
Crowley stepped back in disbelief. He couldn't quite grasp at what the angel was saying to him.
" w..what d'you mean. n'gel its ME! C'mon. we've been together for 6000 years side by side. OUR side. W...we saved the world remember? WE LIVE TOGETHER FOR SATA..SOMEONE'S SAKE" Crowley latched onto Aziraphale's hand and got on his knees. He didn't notice but he was sobbing now
" You're pathetic. You weren't good enough to be an angel and now you're crying. what a sorry excuse for a demon. Pathetic"
Suddenly, before crowley's eyes Aziraphale started to burn and his body started melting. It was quite a horrific sight. His skin slowly becoming liquid in Crowley's arms
Sulfur
He could smell sulfur
Had he corrupted his perfect angel? Had Crowley's wrong doings affected Aziraphale? Before long Crowley was left weeping into a puddle that was once his love. He couldn't take this anymore. Crowley slowly got up and as he turned around he was greeted by this same stupid fucking figure.
Crowley snorted and dryly laughed
" Enjoy the show? You fucking bastard." The figure didn't move or make any response
This angered Crowley
" I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YOU" Crowley lunged at the figure only to be met with.. Aziraphale? Wait wot? was he still imagining this? He was laying in..their bed. The sun gleaming through the window and a panicked angel quickly wrapped his arms around Crowley. He was so confused.

"N'gel? w-"
" Don't talk dear. don't worry"
Suddenly, Crowley could feel his whole body trembling. tears started pouring from his eyes and as soon as Aziraphale noticed he quickly laid beside Crowley with his arms still around him, rubbing his back and consoling him. It had happened again Aziraphale thought. The nightmare- he could tell. Crowley looked traumatised and he rarely cried
Suddenly in the midst of crying, Crowley could hear humming. It was soft and it was coming from his angel. Aziraphale would never care to admit but he could really sing and his voice was soft and profound. Crowley recognised the tune..was it..Velvet Underground?

Aziraphale thought humming would comfort Crowley and after discovering what Velvet Underground was- thanks to Crowley- he realised why his demon loved the band so much.
His favourite song in particular being "I'll be your mirror". Aziraphale hummed the song and started to gently sing it to Crowley-

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain, and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home

Crowley's eyes started closing, as he listened to the melodic voice of his love

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside, you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you

Aziraphale remembering how Crowley would look up at the sky and tell Aziraphale about all the stars he created

I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty you are
But if you don't, let me be your eyes
A hand to your darkness so you won't be afraid

Crowley thinking of how beautiful Aziraphale looked when they first met on the wall guarding Eden

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside, you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you

Aziraphale thinking of how he never ever wants to lose his wily demon.

He planted a kiss on Crowley's temple and Crowley leaned into Aziraphale's chest.
"I love you n'gel" and he started to close his eyes
Aziraphale stopped humming when he heard these words. Crowley obviously loves Aziraphale but he would rarely say it. It didn't need to be said. They both knew how deeply in love they were. But these words stopped Aziraphale in awe. He looked down at Crowley who was drifting off and whispered the words back to him
" I love you too dear"
Aziraphale went to move and Crowley stirred. An arm haphazardly grabbing for Aziraphale and small whimpers emitting from his breath. Crowley was frightened to lose Aziraphale again especially after these awful nightmares. The angel couldn't resist and he was aware of how Crowley was probably feeling so he got back on the bed and gently moved Crowley closer to him.
And he started humming again.