'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 46

17 Minutes to the End of the World

Tension hung heavy in the air as Y/N brought the Army Jeep to a screeching halt, the wheels kicking up dirt as they reached their destination. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Adam, and The Them stood before them, their gazes intense and wary. The fate of the world rested in the balance.

Y/N, Crowley, Madam Tracy - possessed by Aziraphale - and Sargeant Shadwell stepped out of the Jeep, their eyes locked onto the young Antichrist, Adam. Shadwell clutched his vintage witch gun, a piece of ancient firepower that had seen its share of supernatural threats.

With a stern expression, Crowley pointed directly at Adam, his voice carrying the weight of the world's salvation. "That's him. The curly one." he declared, his gaze unwavering. "Shoot him. Save the world."

Torn between his duty to the Witchfinder Army and the realisation of what was at stake, Shadwell hesitated. The moral weight of ending a child's life for the greater good was almost too much to bear.

In the body of Madam Tracy, Aziraphale's patience was running thin. He knew the gravity of the situation, and as an angel, he understood the implications better than most. Snatching the gun from Shadwell, he aimed it at Adam with fierce determination.

Y/N watched with a mixture of amazement and shock as the internal conflict raged within Aziraphale, who was sharing a body with Madam Tracy. Madam Tracy vehemently resisted Aziraphale's efforts to use her body to carry out this fateful task. She was caught in a peculiar internal conflict, with Aziraphale's intentions and her own moral compass at odds.

Crowley's voice cut through the tension, his impatience and concern evident. "Shoot him, Aziraphale!"

Aziraphale had the gun trained on the boy once more, his moral compass spinning wildly within the tempest of his own doubts. Desperation and confusion raged within him, and he struggled to find a resolution that would avert the end of the world.

And then, in a heart-stopping instant, Y/N leapt to protect Adam. She positioned herself between the gun and her nephew, her arms spread wide, shielding him from the imminent danger. Y/N stood there, an unyielding guardian, a testament to the very essence of humanity and compassion. Her protective stance and unwavering courage radiated a fierce determination to keep the boy safe.

Bewildered and caught between the conflicting forces, Crowley watched as Aziraphale's trembling finger squeezed the trigger. The gunshot rang out, but it was a different sound that filled the air.

Madam Tracy, having momentarily wrested control of her body back from Aziraphale, had diverted the shot. The bullet sailed skyward, defying the violence that had seemed inevitable.

As the realisation that they were unharmed settled in, Adam embraced Y/N in a tight, relieved hug. Y/N, still trembling from the adrenaline, returned the embrace, making sure Adam was unscathed.

"Are you alright?" Y/N's voice was filled with concern, her arms wrapped protectively around the boy.

Adam's trembling breath steadied as he nodded. "I'm fine, Aunt Y/N."

With the crisis averted, Y/N and Adam reluctantly parted, their embrace releasing the tension that had gripped them moments before.

As the peculiar confluence of two beings in a single body caught the attention of young Adam, he couldn't help but be curious. Innocence and curiosity sparkled in his eyes as he turned to the embodiment of Aziraphale within Madam Tracy's form.

"Excuse me, why are you two people?" he asked, eager for an explanation. But before Aziraphale could begin to unravel the complexities of the situation, Adam, with the self-assuredness that only an Antichrist possessed, decided to take matters into his own hands.