Aziraphale x Crowley oneshots :D

Pull over. Let me drive for a while.

It was late. So late in fact you couldn't see the trees that you knew were right in front of you and the star that used to make people know which way was where solemnly hung, tired and bored. The once shiny car was almost matted when the headlight flickered in protest due to its long hours. The rubble beneath the wheels scratched and scraped, waking up the two men, despite one being the driver. Eyes flickering groggily to the man next to him through his opaque sunglasses, Aziraphale tossed and turned while mumbling incoherent things to himself. Thankfully, with the Bentley being more like a pet than a car, Crowley hadn't crashed into anything during his short nap and Crowley brushed his thumbs gratefully over the steering wheel.

"Crowley?"

"Go back to sleep, Angel."

He barely glanced at Aziraphale, looking through the rounded rear view mirror at the sleeping Adam in the back of the car, head leaning back and mouth ajar with a small line of drool trickling from his chin. Normally, Crowley would laugh and make a sly remark to Aziraphale (Aziraphale would predictably say something unintentionally funny back) about this but his weighed down eyelids abstained him from doing so. The most amazing thing, at least to Crowley, was that he never needed to sleep much throughout the infinite time he's been around, but he supposed now he got into the habit he now is frequently reliant on it. Aziraphale took this reaction, or lack thereof, to be concerning and tilted his head while looking at Crowley, the sunglasses blocking the tired emotion that were evident in his eyes, but the light snoring that happened every couple of seconds followed by a shake of his body seemed to give it away.

"Crowley?"

"Angel?"

"Pull over."

Aziraphale's sudden demanding attitude was a surprise to Crowley, used to his normally submissive and upbeat demeanour. Crowley pulled himself somewhat together while processing the unholy thoughts that circled around his head in a halo fashion. Crowley, obedient as ever, pulled over, the car's wheels halting with a squeal.

"Anything wrong, Angel?"

Crowley pulled off his sunglasses as sassily as he could in his state to reveal his bloodshot eyes, drooping and greying with fatigue. Aziraphale took one of Crowley's hands in both of his and stroked it comfortingly while looking at him in his beautiful golden eyes, Crowley's pupils going from almost circular to nonexistent in seconds as he blinked slowly but lovingly at Aziraphale.

"Will you let me drive for a while, dear? You've been driving for almost 8 hours, you must be tired?"

"I'm a celestial, Angel, I don't get tired." Crowley shot back. He didn't want to cause Aziraphale any discomfort, but his grogginess seemed to affect his emotions somewhat negatively.

"I'm a celestial too, my dear," Crowley chose to ignore the fact Aziraphale named him with a possessive pronoun before his usual nickname,"I do get tired, as just proven by my 5 hour nap I had while you were driving," A pause, "I can take it from here." Aziraphale looked at him sincerely through adoring eyes that Crowley always gave in to. Crowley huffed.

"Fine." it was short and final, the way he said it. Aziraphale smiled.

Without another word, they quietly opened their doors and swapped seats. Crowley had discarded his glasses somewhere and leaned into his seat that Aziraphale had pulled back slightly, placing the fedora (where did he get the fedora from?) over his face to block the headlights brightness. Within seconds, Aziraphale had continued driving and soft snores were heard by Aziraphale fondly. The car returned to its preferred colour of yellow and the scent of lavender filled the air.

It was Aziraphales personal... earth.