Good Omens - You and I

Stay

Crowley sat on the cold stone floor. For a moment he had feared not to change back and the idea of remaining a snake for quite a while had not liked it at all. Besides, he was in danger of staying in hell and that too was a pretty lousy idea.

Anathema returned to his body, Newt was incredibly pale and Aziraphale... or poor Aziraphale, when he saw the portal close his heart had stopped... If Crowley had stayed there for him, there would have been no point in doing anything more, and now he couldn't take his eyes off him. It did not stop when they left the castle, nor when they got into the Bentley, nor during the journey to the house of Anatema. He couldn't believe he risked so much.

They left the two humans outside the gate of the cottage and made an appointment with them the next day.

After that, Bentley left again with her usual roar and headed quickly towards London. The demon hadn't opened his mouth since he came back, but he could hear Aziraphale's pungent gaze.

The angel thought that his demon, although reduced a little badly was still a beautiful being.

"Angel, I can feel him staring at me. Would you mind stopping? Thank you" said the demon, taking his eyes off the road to look into Aziraphale's blue eyes. "I'm fine, I'm here" added Crowley with a shrug of his back and back to focus on the road. "I know, I can see" replied the angel dryly. No, that demon was definitely rude sometimes. How could he not have realized what he had done to him with his stunt. He could have lost him. Aziophale just wanted to keep him close to himself. He didn't think twice, he stretched out to embrace the demon without warning. The car went up the sidewalk, got off, zigzagged a little more and started going straight again. Crowley felt his heart explode and his mind was already gone. He pulled one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed it over the angel's hand to reciprocate. In 6000 years there had been very few contacts between the two and between them, the hugs had never been seen. The angel stayed like that for a while until the demon drove "Angel? What should...I mean... How ?"muttered the demon who had blushed to the tips of his ears.  I thought I'd lost you" Aziraphale said in a whisper. He broke away with calm and kindness, even his heart was going to a thousand. His gesture had been impulsive but at that moment he just wanted to keep tightening Crowley. Instead, he detached, thought that maybe his demon didn't like that contact, and then he had to make him focus on driving. Internally, Crowley was screaming. In his mind he was jumping for joy and no, he would not have a face, for nothing in the world that Aziraphale would come off.  "I would never let anything happen" he boffonized in response. Being abraded by Aziraphale had been wonderful, it was warm and soft, it tasted like clean and chocolate despite the trip to hell. The demon would have liked more than a hug. "Crowley dear... It would be better to go to your place and make it safe...well you know what" said the angel, now nervous. The thought of the fragment made it pale.

Bently turned safely through the streets of London and stopped in front of the large building where Crowley's apartment was located. Once inside, they both breathed a sigh of relief. They were safe in there. The demon after the last visit of his friends from the underworld, had made sure to seal through some old trick the whole house, and only the angel could enter without consequences. Aziraphale took off his jacket and settled down on the leather sofa, while the demon went straight to his studio. Crowley gently moved the Van Gogh to the wall and revealed the safe behind it. It was engraved with ancient and unknown runes that made it impenetrable. The demon was proud of that safe was a combination of the best human technologies and the strongest demonic magic. He took that damn fragment of a mirror out of his pocket and answered it in the safe that contained only a little holy water, which Aziraphale had given him long before. He closed with all the speed he could, he wanted that thing locked up and away from him. He put the painting back in its place and went back.