Secret Saviors - Aziraphale X Crowley Fanfic (Finished)

8 - Angels and Demons

Crowley had told him the truth. When Aziraphale woke up, he was wrapped around the demon, who slept peacefully on his back. It wasn't like they hadn't woken up like this before, but quite often, Crowley would leave as soon as he woke up. Which although would be after the angel, still left Aziraphale feeling lonely. He wondered if this would be another case. As he pondered it, he didn't notice the golden eyes staring at him. Trying not to startle the angel, Crowley gently rubbed a hand down his arm. Aziraphale looked up at him and weakly tried to smile.

"Good morning," he said quietly. The demons eyebrows knitted together.

"What is it angel?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You know you never need to pretend to be okay with me." Aziraphale sighed. Of course Crowley knew something was up.

"I just feel lonely when you leave." Crowley smiled and turned to his side, wrapping Aziraphale up.

"Good thing I'm not going anywhere then." Aziraphale smiled back against Crowley's chest. After several long moments of embracing the love he felt coming from his demon, Aziraphale pulled back away. He thought about his broken wing and the asshole who caused it.

"Do you think he'll come back for revenge?" Crowley immediately knew who he was talking about.

"I highly doubt it angel," he replied.

"I guess you're right, he got what he wanted in the end anyway." Aziraphale shut his eyes, just envisioning the damage Daniel could do with his blood. He knew that when the time came, there's only one thing he'd be able to do to save his beloved planet... Kill the nephilim.

"Angel... Daniel's gone. He died... I..." Aziraphale's eyes darted back up to Crowley's.

"You killed him?"

"Angel... I..." Fear filled the demon that the angel wouldn't want to be around him anymore. The angel gripped onto Crowley's shirt, relief falling from his eyes.

"Th... Thank you..." Came the muffled words that shocked the demon.

"Angel?"

"You've saved me yet again. I knew it had to be done. I was getting ready to do it myself. It would be the first time I actually took a life. I didn't know how I'd cope. I know you didn't like it, I know you hate doing things like that. But thank you." Crowley looked at the angel with a concern that reached out to the angel. Feeling the demon's worries, Aziraphale pulled away, keeping his hands on the demon's chest and looking into his eyes. Crowley knew even before he spoke that the angel knew something was wrong.

"I'm okay angel," he said with a small smile, stopping the angel before he could speak. "I just have a few things on my mind."

"Did I upset you?" Aziraphale asked sadly.

"No, of course not angel. It's just... I was just thinking about that last spell in the book..."

"The one I can't read?" Crowley nodded.

"With what I am... I can't read Enochian anymore... But I know what that spell was for." Aziraphale looked at him confused. "Aziraphale, that was the spell that turned me into a demon."

"What, you want me to use it?" Aziraphale asked, a little surprised. Crowley was mortified.

"No. No of course not. It's just... That spell can go both ways... It can turn me back into an angel." Aziraphale's eyes widened, then filled with a heartache Crowley could see plain as day.

"Oh." Aziraphale pulled his hands away, tightly holding them against his own chest. "I... I guess I can find a way to relearn it for you then." Aziraphale muttered, keeping his eyes far away from his love.

"Aziraphale..." Crowley reached a hand out to touch the Angel's shoulder, but Aziraphale just sat up and began getting out of the bed.

"Angel?" Crowley tried again.

"If you want the spell, I'd better get started on learning it." He replied in a rushed tone. Crowley let out a breath and with a wave of his hand, lifted the angel into the air and levitated him back onto the bed, where Crowley held him down with an arm over his waist.

"Aziraphale." Crowley spoke firmly, in a demand to get him to look into his eyes.

"I don't want you to go back to being an angel Crowley!" The angel sobbed. His face met his hands, trying to hide from the fears. "I love you so much, no matter what you are. But you changed Crowley! When you fell you changed! You weren't that person who had to hide things just to keep me safe anymore. You became the person who stayed by my side, who wanted to stay by my side; and the one who chose to fight with me, or run away with me or whatever, but you weren't the one who left me behind anymore. You were the one who stayed. And I will... I'll always love you... But I'm not sure I could still trust you as an angel. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But... But...." His words were so painful that they got stuck in his throat, but he knew there was no choice but to say it now. So with the greatest amount of fear, his eyes met Crowley's. "I love you more as a demon." Aziraphale curled in on himself, unable to face the demon or himself after the words he just spoke. He sobbed relentlessly. His depressive state was placed on hold as the demon's body molded itself to Aziraphale. Crowley kissed his hair lightly before speaking.

"I don't want to become an angel again. I love you, I love what you are and who you are and I would do it for you, if that's what you wanted. But I'm free as I am now. I wasn't before. And now I feel as though I can give you everything." Slowly and fearfully, Aziraphale's eyes peaked out and looked at the demon.

"D... Do... Do you mean that?" He murmured. Crowley met his gaze. His hand grazed Aziraphale's cheek.

"I do." In a sob, Aziraphale launched himself at Crowley, holding on tightly, never letting go. "I thought you still thought of me as the enemy as a demon, so I would've gladly turned back just to be on your side... But all that power... It comes at a cost. And I don't want to pay it anymore."

"Then don't." Aziraphale peaked out of his grip to look at the demon's beautiful, shining eyes. "Don't ever pay that price. Stay with me instead." The demon's happiness couldn't be put into words at that moment. The silent tear from his shining eyes was the Angel's only clue. He got caught between desperately wanting to kiss his demon and wanting to get lost in the golden eyes that looked so intently at him. His hand gently ran over the side of the demon's face.

"God, I don't think it's possible to describe how much I love you." Aziraphale whispered.