Ineffable reunion

Black sweats

Crowley had finally pulled himself out of the warm embrace of the shower after 30 minutes, drying his hair, face, and chest with a towel before wrapping it around his waist. I suppose I need to put on some clothes then.. he looked at the clothes on the floor, covered in vomit and spilled alcohol. Eh... Angel must have something I can wear. He peaked his head out of the bathroom to make sure no one was there before slithering into the bedroom. He grabbed a second towel from Aziraphale's closet and wrapped up his hair. Right.... Uhm- he looked around before spotting some undershirts. He grabbed one, just plain white, looked like your average wife-beater shirt. He slipped it on and walked to the dresser for some pants. He found some black sweatpants that looked comfortable enough, wait- why would the angel have black sweats? He held them out. These aren't even his size? He checked the label and sure enough, they were Crowley's size. These aren't mine? I never bought them? Eh whatever, they'll work. He put them on, they were soft. He decided that he actually really liked them, and would be keeping them for himself. Crowley walked over to the mirror and unwrapped his hair, picking up a hairbrush and combing through it. He hadn't realized how much he missed his hair.

Muriel bolted out of the elevator and to the bookshop, flinging the door open. "Were closed. Didn't you see the sign dipshit?"
"Mr. Crowley!! Come quick- Mr. Fell isn't well!" Muriel stumbled to Crowley, who was sitting at the couch, unbothered and distracted on his phone. "Yeah, no shit. I told him Heaven wasn't all that."
"I understand you are upset but now is not the time. They took his wings." Muriel's voice cracked, obviously panicked. Crowley sat up, tossing his phone to the side. "You mean he... fell?" Muriel shook their head, tears rolling down their cheeks. "They took his wings!" They cried. Crowley froze. How?- It didn't matter. He got up, grabbing Muriel by the arm and dragging them to the elevator. "Open it!" He yelled, a look of pure panic on his face. Muriel opened the elevator, jumping in with the demon and hitting the button for Heaven. Crowley stood in the corner tapping his foot, staring at the floor. Muriel had never seen him so emotional, and despite the dark glasses blocking his eyes, they could tell his eyes were wide. They knew he cared for the angel but they didn't expect this.

Crowley miracled himself a hair tie and quickly pulled his long silky hair into a mess of a bun. The elevator chimed and they both stood up straight. Crowley had no plan at all, but he knew he was going to find his angel and bring him home.