Ineffable reunion

Serpent

Aziraphale opened his eyes when he heard the commotion, revealing a familiar large black serpent with a red underside and striking yellow eyes coiled around The Metatron, the hellfire blade lodged into it's side.  Was that? Did he really come for me? The serpents slick head only inches from The Metatron's. "What givesss you the RIGHT to treat sssuch a benevolent being sssso poorly?" The serpent tightened its grip on The Metatron, "in sssix thoussssand yearsss, NEVER have I met ANY 'angel' that could even come clossse to  Aziraphale'ssss compassion and dedication to the wellbeing of mankind." The Metatron gasped for air, even though he didn't need to breathe. "Please- I-"
"NO. All of you are LIARSSsss. You're no 'angel'ss. The only true angel Heaven hasss ever been blessssed with, you've decided to TORTURE." The creature the  crushed The Metatron without a second thought, releasing the lifeless corporation and sinking back into the form of the most beautiful being Aziraphale had ever set his eyes upon.

Muriel had run off as soon as Crowley had reverted to a serpent, in fear that they might accidentally get in the way and get hurt.

Crowley sat on the floor, panting, obliviously slightly freaked out and even more obliviously sobbing. He looked down at the blade stuck in his thigh. Damnit. He ripped the blade out from his leg, sucking in air through his teeth and wincing. He set his hands over top of the wound and a slight glow appeared, and when he removed his hands, the wound was gone. He sighed. "....Angel." He whipped around, Aziraphale was tucked in the corner, breathing heavily, not being able to talk. Blood was pooling under him and falling from his mouth, chest, and back. He had blood smeared on his face, arms, and legs. Crowley rushed over to him. "Oh, Aziraphale." The angel looked up at Crowley, coughing up some more blood and attempting to lift himself towards Crowley. "Woah woah woah, slow down." Crowley pulled his Angel into a gentle hug, and slowly picked him up. "I'm sorry, I'm sure this hurts but I need to get you home, ok?" Aziraphale smiled a weak, pained smile in response and laid his head into Crowley's chest, closing his eyes.

Crowley ran to the elevator the best he could without hurting the angel in his arms. He made it safely to Earth and took Aziraphale straight to the bookshop. He looked down at the angel before opening the door to find that he was asleep, that's good. Crowley smiled. He opened the door to find Muriel curled on a chair rocking back and forth, biting their nails. "Hey." He whispered. Muriel shot up "oh, Mr. Crowley! You guys are ok!" They whispered-yelled back. Crowley nodded, bringing Aziraphale to the couch, laying him down. A hellfire wound... those are almost always fatal.. He had to figure something out, and quick.