Some Things Were Meant to be

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When Crowley saw him, he froze. He had felt Aziraphale's presence long before he actually saw the angel. His heart was pounding as he stepped into the church, feeling a tingly sensation run through his body as he remembered the pain he once felt upon stepping into a church. He had spent a year as an angel, doing demonic work and basically living his life as a drunk bastard, watching sad old musicals in his spare time to cope with his own failure and the loss of the one person who meant most to him. He wanted to go back to Aziraphale so badly, but had stayed away because he knew, deep down, that they could never work. That a demon and an angel, no matter who rose or who fell, could never work. There had always been this boundary between them, and it would stay there until the end of time. There was no our side.

But Satan below, I wished there was.

Crowley glanced over at Aziraphale, who stood solemnly near the back of the church. When he noticed the tears in his angel's eyes, Crowley's heart melted. He couldn't help himself. He glided over to his angel and cautiously extended a handkerchief.

"Oh Dear," Aziraphale said, more tears springing to his eyes. "We've had quite a spat, 'aven't we?"

Crowley wanted to say it was over. He wanted to say they were done. That an angel and a demon could never work out, no matter how they appeared. No matter how hard they tried.

But he didn't say any of that. He just melted. "That's all behind us now, my love," Crowley said, almost choking on the words as Aziraphale ran into his arms, pressing his face into Crowley's bony shoulder.

"I do love you, dear boy. Demon and all."

With that, Aziraphale's faded grey wings burst out and radiated the pure white of an angel, a circle of light spinning around his head for a moment as he became, truly, an angel again. At the same time, Crowley's wings unfolded, the night-black cor spreading from the point where his wings connected to his back and spreading outward. The fiery yellow gleam returned to his eyes.

"Demon and all," he whispered.

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