Secret Saviors - Aziraphale X Crowley Fanfic (Finished)

1 - Sleeping

The night was quiet, it was cool but the warmth that was shared between the angel and the demon was enough to calm the temperature. Aziraphale was silently sleeping with a gentle head placed on the demon's chest. Crowley however, was snoring loudly, with his back half turned to hold the angel against him.

For the past few weeks, it hadn't been uncommon for the two to shared a bed. It had all started when Aziraphale went to drink at Crowley's. He was on the verge of leaving, when drunk beyond comprehension, he revealed to the redhead that he felt lonely when Crowley wasn't around. Crowley had practically demanded that Aziraphale stay after that. They both fell asleep on Crowley's bed that night and although Aziraphale promptly left the next morning, neither could get over how good it felt. So the next night, Crowley came to the bookshop and stayed with his angel. And did so for every night after that. Neither mentioned the new arrangement, but both could sense that each other loved it.

It had been great for so long now, until about two nights ago, when Crowley had woken to Aziraphale's whimpers. He had been having nightmares. The Demon confronted him about it but the Angel just replied that he couldn't remember. It's not that the demon thought the angel was lying, but he was a principality. Their dreams are prophetic. Principalities don't forget prophecies.

But tonight when the Angel began to whimper, the demon stroked his hand down the Angel's arm to try to calm him. He looked so terrified in his sleep. Even more so than when armageddon was coming. And Crowley hated that look on his face.

"R... Rr..r..." The angel mumbled in his sleep.

"Hmm?" Crowley sat up just a little to get a better look at the angel. This was the first time the angel had spoken in his sleep. The demon wondered if he could use it to make out what the angel was dreaming about. But his answer came pretty soon when the Angel skyrocketed from his resting place exclaiming one word.

"Raphael!" Without even acknowledging the demons presence, the angel rushed out of the bedroom and into his bookshop with the demon on his tail.

"Angel? What are you...?" He stopped when the Angel walked over to his desk, and under the table opened up a black safe. The demon watched with piqued curiosity as the angel pulled out a very very old looking book. The cover was bound by a dark red leather and the pages were turned into a deep yellow. Aziraphale shook as he ran a hand over the book, and the demon wasn't sure if it was out of coldness or fear. The demon though, could sense some heavy emotions radiating off the angel. And the book itself seemed to be radiating it's own angelic power.

"Angel? What is that?" Aziraphale didn't look up, he didn't reply, he didn't even look like he'd heard. Crowley moved to take a step forward, only for the angel to get spooked and immediately raise to his feet, clutching the book against him.

"S... Sorry." He said when he finally seemed to recognize Crowley.

"Aziraphale, are you alright?" The demon was more concerned than he had been in a long time. His angel was shaking in front of him and he couldn't understand why. The angel just looked shook.

"I'm terribly sorry my dear, I think I might just need to sit down for a moment." Carefully, the angel took a seat in his chair and clutched the book to his body. Slowly, Crowley kneeled down in front of him placing his hands on the angel's knees.

"Whatever you need Angel. Just tell me whatever it is you need."