(This is a fanfiction based off of a really good comic by @mis.march on Instagram! 💕) "Don't worry, he'll be fine." The crisp words slashed through the stunned silence in the room with such heat and intensity there wasn't a response. The sentence alone seemed almost comforting, but in the venom behind the words lied an unspoken promise. Crowley's ears flooded with the sound of his racing heart and then took to a loud pitched ring as his eyes trailed up the long legs and slender body to the Angel's face. The pristine lips moved but seemingly no sound came out. His glasses were long forgotten and his deep, citrine eyes pierced into Gabriel like a spear. Crowley's fingers twitched just at the thought of running a long spear through the man and his lips almost tweaked into a smile. When sound rushed him again and sound was put to movement, everything began to stop. Crowley's blood ran colder than ice as his brain finally put together the sentences like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together. "I always did believe death was far too merciful for a.." there was a long pause and suddenly disgust filled the Angel's voice. "demon." He spat the word like saying it filled his mouth with a rancid taste.All Rights Reserved