Ineffable reunion

Wings

The Metatron dragged Aziraphale by his shoulder to a room he'd never seen before. He threw the angel to the ground, before turning around and leaving, locking Aziraphale in. He looked around, a small room, maybe 9'x9', completely empty and all white. Since when did Heaven have rooms? Let alone doors?! Aziraphale stood up, grabbing his shoulder, ow, The Metatron really does have quite the grip. Now, what am I doing here? And what is "here"? Aziraphale finished his thought and the door flew open, The Metatron had come back, this time with Shax. "Oh, uhm, hello! May I ask what it might be that I a-" his words cut off with a punch to the nose, throwing him to the floor. He grabbed his nose in pain as he watched The Metatron walk towards him. Oh. I suppose this is it then. "No. Not quite." The Metatron smiled evilly, looking back as Shax snuck up to him. "You can-"
"Yes."
"Ah.."
"Now I believe it is time for your punishment."
Aziraphale was scared, Crowley had been right, of course he was right, but he was too foolish to listen to him. He closed his eyes while The Metatron spun him around, grabbing the base of each of his wings with each hand. "I thought the fall would consist of a black pit?" Aziraphale said shakily. "Oh, it does. Your punishment will be much worse." Shax grinned, she had always had it out for Aziraphale. He had ripped one of hells most skilled demons from them. The Metatron set his foot between the angel's wings, forcing Aziraphale to catch himself with his hands. Surely he's not- his thoughts interrupted with a sharp, deep pain. He screamed. He screamed so very loud. The Metatron continued the tug at his wings, watching the blood start the pool around his victim. Aziraphale's vision began to blur, his eyes growing heavy, and Shax noticed. She performed a miracle, not allowing the angel to loose consciousness, she wanted him to feel everything. Aziraphale continued to scream as he felt one wing completely leave him. No, no no no please no. His arms gave out, he was slammed to the floor and his other wing was removed in the same action. This was pain that no other being had ever endured. Aziraphale could barely process it, he didn't know how he felt, he couldn't think, he just laid there, in a pool of his blood and feathers.

Crowley got himself back in the Bentley, not remembering anything about the angel checking on him. "Uhhhm.. I don't know, just take me somewhere I can sleep for free mkay?" He told the Bentley, and she began to drive. After about 5 minutes of silence Crowley spoke "how 'bout some music?" He wanted something to silence his thoughts. Anything. The radio flipped through some songs before landing on "love of my life" by Queen. "Awh- fuck off, you." He growled, the Bentley knew him too well. He listened as he thought of his angel. That piece of shit. Tears forming in his eyes, after all these years, after I opened up to you, after I... he began to sob. He would sob silently to "love of my life" on repeat until the Bentley parked herself. He looked up. "The bookshop?!" He sighed, too tired to argue he wiped his face and climbed out of the car, he opened the door to the bookshop, expecting it to be empty but hearing a familiar voice instead, "Ello, ello, ello, welcome to Mr. Fell's bookshop!" Muriel.