Ineffable reunion

Angels

"I don't do 'jokes', Raphael." Crowley was silent, Aziraphale set his hand on his shoulder. Crowley turned around to look at Aziraphale "she..."
"She doesn't know, darling..." Aziraphale was just as shocked as Crowley, barely being able to move or speak. "Mother- they... they took his wings. He doesn't have wings anymore.."
"What?" God sounded quite unhappy with this news. "The.. The Metatron. He.. ripped my wi.." Aziraphale broke down crying, falling to his knees. Crowley dropped to his knees and pulled Aziraphale into his chest. "It's ok, Angel. I'm right here, I won't ever let anything happen to you again, you hear me? I love you."
"I haven't spoken to the Metatron in centuries."
"Yeah? Well they ripped out his wings, whipped him like some prisoner, and cut him with a hellfire blade." The Almighty was silent, watching Crowley comfort Aziraphale, who was still curled up in his arms. "I love you too, Crow. I promise to protect you too, ok?" Aziraphale lifted his head, looking up at Crowley. "Ok, Angel." He smiled, leaning in to kiss him, their lips meeting gently. "Now why did you bring us here?" Crowley said, sternly. "I heard your cries, Raphael." God moved over to Aziraphale, cupping his cheeks. "What are you doing?" Crowley had promised the angel that he'd protect him, and that's exactly what he would do.

God pressed her forehead to Aziraphale's, her arms feeling the wounds on his back. She drew her hands out, a golden glow following them from the wounds. She flicked her wrists, the light taking the shape of Aziraphale's wings. "I will personally be handing this Metatron issue, as for you two, I will make sure no Heaven nor Hell will interfere." The Almighty moved to Crowley. "I never ordered for you to fall, Raphael. I love you as you are still an angel of mine." Another flash of bright white light and they were back in the bookshop. Crowley stood up, bringing Aziraphale with him. "Angel..." he said in Awe. "Yes, dear, haven't I often tol-"
"No! Look!" Crowley pulled Aziraphale's wing to the front. "They're back." Crowley said, tearing up. Aziraphale lit up, stretching and waving his wings. He began to sob, "oh... Crowley. I can't believe it-" he hugged the demon, encasing them in his wings. "I never thought that it would work... but it did. She loves you, and me. And you got your wings back and-"
Aziraphale cut him off.
"Wait- you prayed?" Crowley nodded into Aziraphale's shoulder. "Glad I did."

They would hug like that for the next 2 hours, just processing what'd happened and cradling each other.

"My angels, I forgot to mention one thing." They both looked up, then at each other, and then back up.

"I made you for each other. That was why you had to be the serpent, Raphael. To ensure that the two of you would continue to meet over the millennia." They were silent. Staring into each other's eyes. Their lips met gently, then not so gently, then-

... well then they took it to the bedroom for some.. preening of Aziraphale's new wings. Preening. Muriel had entered the shop and immediately walked back out when they heard some unholy noises coming from upstairs. "...okay..well, I'm happy they're getting along." They mumbled, heading right back over to Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death.