The Broken Archangel

No its fine! I don't mine 😁😊

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped and tortured by Asmodeus for several years. She’s rescued by Arthur Ketch, and is taken to the Winchesters, where God makes the discovery of his youngest Archangel. 

Warnings: Some language, mentions of torture and rape. I apologize in advance. This might be a little bit dark.

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Summary: End of story – or not?

Pairing: no real pairing; mainly Dean x Reader

Characters: Rowena, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Chuck, Gabriel, John Winchester, Billy the reaper, Crowley

Warnings: angst, language, violence, characters death, blood, injuries, Chuck being his usual asshole-self, archangel reader

Lyrics are taken from Rage against the machine’s Killing in the name…

A/N: This was written for @deanwanddamons​​1Kfollowerschallenge (Congratulations again!)

My line was: Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Word: 1,7 k+

One after another of your allies falls.

You tried to lead the riot against your father, against the creator of the world only to fail – again.

“Over there, Winchester,” you tighten the hold on your archangel blade, spreading your wings to protect the hunter who is one of the last fighters still standing his ground.

“Where is Sammy?” Dean pants, ramming his angel blade into another creature’s neck. “Y/N, you dragged us into that shit. Tell me where my brother is!”

“He’s with Castiel and Jack, Winchester. You better worry about your life,” an endless stream of enemies runs toward you, the hunter and Rowena which doesn’t look good. “Rowena, fall behind. You can’t take another blow.”

The red-head huffs, barely able to stand she throws another spell at the leader of the monsters. 

“I am not dead, angel girl. If I am breathing, I fight. That bastard is the reason for my misery and Fergus’s. He did all of this to get us where he wants us. I’ll not give up,” Rowena’s eyes glow when you dash toward the enemies, using your wings to push them away. 

“Now! We need to break through and make it to Castiel and the others. I can sense my brothers and sisters. We need to be quick, unite our powers before it’s too late,” pointing toward the clearing you nod at Dean who steadies Rowena. “Stay behind me, Winchester. I can’t lose my last true warrior.”

I based this on a fic I wrote for my other blog @batfam-imagines here’s a link to the original: Don’t Cry

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The Demon Crowley stands in front of you, sans glasses, his amber-snake eyes locked on your own silver eyes. “Raphael?”

His lip quirks up in a small sneer, the former Archangel barely recognizable dressed all in black and leather, “It’s Crowley now, Y/N”

Your mouth opens and closes, no sound escaping, just a soft exhalation of breath. Your silver-white wings tremble behind you, distress almost palpable in the air between the two of you.

Crowley let out his own breath, “It’s been a while, what made you seek me out now? Thought Heaven was leavin’ me and Aziraphale alone now.” Crowley stalks closer, his own midnight-black wings extending in response to yours. “Your lot had to have known where I was for the past 6000 years and known who I was for that matter. Why are you here now?”

A pressure builds up behind your eyes causing your vision to go hazy for a moment before it clears and suddenly your cheeks are wet, “I-I didn’t know! I s-saw a picture of y-you on Gabe’s desk and I just had to – I had to be sure. Heaven doesn’t even know I’m here! They – They told you me you died, in the Great War. That Morningstar killed you!” You scrub at the water on your face, tears were what Sandalphon had called them, “You were dead, so I had to take over as Healer! Damnit all, Raph – Crowley! You’ve really been alive this whole time?”

Crowley stares at you in shock before wrapping his arms, and wings, tightly around you, “None of that now, Stardust. Please don’t cry, you know I’ve never liked to see you upset.” The demon pulls a handkerchief out of nowhere and gently wipes your face, “There we are now, enough of that. You’ve found me now. You know, Aziraphale tells me that you were the only Arch not at his execution. Why was that?”

“I was the only one against it, and besides, I rarely ever leave the Healing Halls since the Fall. I haven’t ever been to Earth you know, sometimes I’d go wander the stars we made” You let out a wet chuckle, “I told Heaven I was taking a vacation, going to explore for a bit, so I think I’ll need a bit of a guide if you aren’t too busy”

“You’ll have to get to know Zira, of course. You ever meet him in Heaven?”

“Once or twice, the Guardian of the Eastern Gate, yeah? He was kind when we met, one of the few kind ones left”

The demon pulls back until just his arm is resting across your shoulders, “That he is. Now, come on then. Put your wings away and I’ll introduce the two of you. You always were my favorite twin, you know that?”

You snort, “I’m your only twin, you twit. We were created at the exact same time, for the exact same reason. No one else can say that about you!”

“Right you are, Stardust. Just promise no more crying, I still can’t bloody stand to see you cry”

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Good Omens Gabriel x Female Reader

I do not own Good Omens

Warning: Cussing

@anywaythewind13lows ask for a Gabriel x FemReader

Hc hair color

Ec eye color

Fc favorite color

Fm favorite movie

Fs favorite sweets

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"Yn, it is not what you think it is." Said Alex. (sorry if your name is Alex)

Yn looked at her cheating ex with pure hatred in her sharp ec. Her hc covered her face as she try not to cry. "Don't you dare say any more lies. I saw you with that bloody whore." Her voice trembled with negative emotions she tried not show, as her hand bunch up in to a fist. She went to punch him but stopped when he flinched. "You are a coward, nothing more." That was her last words before she walked off.

It was clear to anyone that walked by, that Yn was not in the mood. She went to her favorite place, Aziraphale's bookshop. When she open the door she saw the owner talking to a tall male. She didn't care to hear in the conversation so she ignores them. She get the book on Greek mythology and reads in the dark corner. After a few moments she realizes she was never good fully read the book and placed it back. "Thanks for this Pornography." Said the male Aziraphale was talking to.

Yn looked at Aziraphale with confusion. "When did he get into pornography?" She asked herself.

Due to her confusion she accidentally bumped into the strange male. "Watch it human." His tone showed his disgust.

Yn heard Aziraphale gasp in horror. Everything was silent and then the sound of Yn growl could be heard. "I don't fucking care who you think you are, but you do not act like you are higher than me. You are nothing but a disgusting male who rather see naked bodies then read any of these works of art." Her voice was harsh.

Before the strange male could speak she left the bookstore. She went to the park and seat down on a booth under a tree. "First my ex cheated on me and now that bloody bastard." She grumble "I need a breather." She mumbles.

In Aziraphale's bookshop, Gabriel stood shocked at what just happened. "Aziraphale, who was human who just yelled at me?" He asked.

Gabriel turn to see the angel look at the door in shock and fear. "Her name was Yn, a regular with a awful boyfriend. She is usually so sweet and would never yell at anyone. I wonder what happened to her?" He asked.

After a few moments Crowley burst in with hell in his eyes. "How dare he break her heart." He yells. "I should burn him the hottest fire in hell." He yelled more, not seeing Gabriel.

Gabriel froze when he realizes the truth. "Do not come to heaven Aziraphale and if you do then I shall personal kick you out." Gabriel hissed then exit the bookstore.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale with guilt in his eyes. "I am sorry." He said.

Aziraphale had nothing but pure joy then runs and kiss Crowley. "I can be with you now. Oh wait Yn what happened?" He said worried about their human friend.

"Alex cheated on Yn." Crowley hissed.

"We need to get to her fast then." Aziraphale ran out of the door. "To the park."

Back to the park Yn set looked blankly at the duck pond. She let out a small laugh then stood up. "There must a reason for all of this bullshit." She said then walk around.

She sees happy couples talking and then up around to see how beautiful everything is. "I was caught up in that toxic relationship that I didn't realize how beautiful nature is." She said in wonder.

As she walking she bumped into someone. "I am sorry, I was looking at how beautiful the park is." She said then looked at who she bumped into.

"It seems we are destined to meet Yn. I am Gabriel, I heard about your break up." He said.

Yn looked at Gabriel with distrust then nod her head. "So Gabriel like the Archangel?" She asked.

"You can say that. So hu- I mean Yn, what brings you to the park?" He asked.

Yn didn't pay attention to how Gabriel almost called her human. Her hc moved with the gentle breeze. She closed her ec and let out a sigh as she slowly open them back up. "I needed a breather. Today isn't the best of days. Wow your eyes are very beautiful." Her eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

Gabriel looks away hiding his blush. He clear his throat and smiles softly. "I didn't mean it as flirty or anything like that. I just really never saw violet eyes before." Yn said.

Gabriel was surprised to feel sad and disappointed. "It is fine, I get that a lot." He said then turn to look at you.

He noticed Yn's smile dimmed a little as she looked past him. He turn to see a male with red hair and dark green eyes. He comes up to YN and grabs her. "Yn, who is this bastard? Are you cheating on me?" He demanded.

Gabriel put two and two together and straighten out his suit jacket. "I am Archangel fucking Gabriel and you must be the one who cheated on this angel of a human." He said.

Yn and Alex looked at Gabriel with two different looks. Yn looked at Gabriel with confusion and was that love? As for Alex he looked at Gabriel with disgust. "Lord Beelzebub would reward me when I bring your head to hell." Alex said.

Alex shifted into a Roach demon and tried to attack Gabriel. Gabriel dodged and made sure Yn was safe. He noticed Crowley and Aziraphale and push her to them. Gabriel and Alex's fight did not last long as Gabriel quickly killed the Alex.

"Crow, is it safe?" Said the scared voice of Yn.

Gabriel quickly turn to see Yn hiding in Crowley's chest. He held back a growl of jealousy. "Yes and don't worry your angel is safe." Crowley whispered in her ear.

Yn looked at Gabriel and quickly ran to him and hugged him. Gabriel froze at the contact and looked at Aziraphale for help. He saw Aziraphale and Crowley hugging. He wrapped his arms around the human. "I will keep you safe." He promised.

Yn looked up and smiled. "I will keep you to that." Yn said. "So Crowley, Azzy, when is the wedding?" She asked with a smirk.

Gabriel never saw anyone run as fast as they did. "I hate that they are together but who am I to stop love?" He asked. "Wait how did you know they was in love?" He asked.

"Oh that Archangel is a secret that will be revealed soon." Yn winked. "How about we go for a walk?" She asked.

Gabriel agreed then walked with he would describe Yn, to be an angel on Earth.

In Heaven, God looks at an orb with a smirk. "So you have found my lost Archangel Gabriel. Archangel of Love, Yn, let us see how this plays out." She said then makes the orb vanish and leans on her chair. "Yes that sounds like a plan."

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The one and only Dante, the Son of Sparda was smitten with you the minute that he seen you.

It was like pizza and strawberry sundaes were floating around you and you always had a retort whenever he made a smartass comment to you.

Playful banter was always frequent between you too and Jesus H. Christ did it make his heart flutter whenever you smirked at him.

But he was somewhat insecure around you, you were an archangel while he was a demon. I mean yes, the prince of hell technically speaking but still he's read the Bible and you too are supposed to be enemies TECHNICALLY speaking.

I mean morally speaking if he's a demon killing demons which means he's doing heaven a favour then TECHNICALLY you're not enemies.

Despite him being somewhat insecure about yours and his titles as well as "paranormal differences". He still wants to make you his future wifey/baby mama. He's very resolute about this.

He's not ashamed to use his dance skills in front of others to encourage you too dance with him. Nor is he ashamed when it comes to flirting with you even if demons are trying to kill the both of you.

This annoys Vergil especially. But much to his delight you do dance with him which he loves.

You know that Dante has a giant puppy dog crush on you and you do reciprocate those feelings, it's just that you enjoy the way he's courting you.

Notably you're the only person that Dante shares his pizza and strawberry sundaes with.

So you decide to play coy and "purposely" place whip cream on his cheek without him realising this.

You dabbed his cheek with a kiss instead of a napkin, it was then that he realised that he's TOTALLY gonna make you his wifey/ baby mama.

One of his pet names for you is in fact wifey. You call him "mi sol" because you feel like that it fits him perfectly.

The day that you tell him that you feel the same way about him is when he kicks Vergil's ass. You basically pull him by his collar and blow a big raspberry on his cheek.

"I feel the same way mi sol."

Dante was shocked and turned on at the same time, you just looked so cool saying that too him and he swears that he would've giggled like a schoolgirl if you picked him up bridle style.

Michael Langdon x Archangel!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You’re the archangel. Your whole life you’ve been told your purpose is to destroy the antichrist. Your best friend is Michael Langdon, and little do you know that he’s the one you need to destroy. When the time comes will you have it in you?

Warnings: SAD BOI HOURS (no seriously, if you really love your mother pls prepare yourself), Mentions of death (smut and violence coming in the next and final chapter), *also the format’s a little weird in mobile, I tried to fix it but it didn’t work, sorry about that

READ PART ONE!

Michael ran up and hugged Ms. Mead, and then you. He had grown. He looked more adult now, more...mature. He was a wearing a suit and a very elegant cape. Much different from how you remembered him in a tank top and combat boots.

“Y/N! I missed you so much,” he said, releasing you from his grasp.

“Michael where have you been! You disappeared off the face of the Earth and left me. I had no one,” you said, voice cracking. You weren’t sure if you were sad, angry, or happy to see him again.

“I’ve been here,” he gestured towards a big circular building.

“What’s, here?” You asked.

“You know when I showed you what I could do? The magic?” He said.

“Shh!” You said, looking over to Ms. Mead.

“It’s okay, she knows,” he said.

“Okay...yes, I remember.”

“Well, this a school. For warlocks. They’ve been helping me figure out how to use my power,” he told you.

“Warlocks?” You questioned.

“Yeah, warlocks. That’s what I am. I think you’re a witch.”

“I wish it was that simple Michael,” you said, looking down at the ground, reminded yet again of your prophecy to destroy the antichrist.

“What do you mean?” He asked. You looked up at him and opened your mouth to explain your prophecy, finally feeling like you could tell him. But you heard your phone ring, it was your mother.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” you said.

“Is this Y/N?” Asked a voice over the phone. It wasn’t your mother.

“...Yes,” you said, “who’s this?”

“This is nurse Miranda. I’m afraid I have some troubling information regarding your mother.”

You felt your expression drop. “What is it?” You choked out, your mouth suddenly dry.

“Your mother has had a stroke. We’re worried she’s not going to make it,” the nurse said. You dropped to your knees, feeling your vision go blurry. The last thing you remember was Michael picking you up.

“Something’s wrong. We have to get her home,” you heard him say.

“You know you can’t come. You have to stay here Michael. Remember the plan? I’ll take her home for you,” Ms. Mead replied. Everything after that was dark and quiet.

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You woke up in your church, your neighbors and others who belonged to the church huddled around you. You groaned, annoyed that you had to deal with them again after all the time you spent trying to avoid them. But then you remembered the call about your mother and shot straight up.

“My mom! My mother! What happened to my mother!” You screamed at everyone standing around you, your eyes growing wide. One of the church goers knelt down and stroked your hair.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” she said.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelled, causing the woman to stand back. “Just tell me, what happened to my mother!”

Another one of the church goers spoke up, “Y/N, your mother passed away last night. We’re all, so sorry for your loss,” he said.

You felt your eyes burn and well up with tears. You left out a deafening scream so horrifying that it would make the hairs stand up on the necks of all who heard it. The glass stained windows in the church exploded and glass rained down on everyone inside, causing them to scatter in fear of you. You locked eyes with the massive cross hanging on the wall of the church and walked over to it so you were standing in the pulpit.

“How could you do this to me?” you cried out, hoping your father was listening. “How could you kill her? How could you kill my mother?”

You dropped to your knees again, feeling the glass on the floor cut into your knees, the blood from your wounds pooling out around you. Your rage was dampening your powers, allowing you to be hurt, and you didn’t even care. You felt so weak, so helpless. You sat on the floor of the church sobbing for what felt like hours before you finally got up to leave, knowing full well that you had nowhere to go.

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You spent most of your time at the church. The pastor let you stay in the cell next to the loft. On Sunday mornings you were always awoken by the organ playing and the choir singing. Weeks were spent in the small room, weeping and sleeping, mourning your mother and being angry at your father. You threw yourself into your destiny, fine tuning your magic, practicing combat, getting stronger. It took your mind off the death of your mother. You finally felt ready to do what you were born to do. Kill the antichrist. Save the world. Seems simple enough, except you had no idea where to begin.

All the time you spent in the church focusing on yourself, you completely forgot about your night with Michael at the school for warlocks. You never noticed Ms. Mead’s disappearance. Everything you did now, you did for your father. Though you weren’t sure he even cared. He never answered you, never told you what to do. You were on your own. And you were frustrated by his silence.

On one Sunday night, you were feeling especially angry at God. For taking away your mother, for never telling you what to do next and most of all, throwing you into this stupid destiny of being the archangel.

You made your way to the chapel, the sanctuary of the church and began to talk to your father. “I have begged you to tell me what to do, and you never give me any answers,” you prayed. “You took my mother away from me, I’m alone. I’m lost.” You opened your eyes, looking for a sign, any sign, from your father. Nothing. Beginning to sob, you dropped to your knees.

“PLEASE, FATHER, TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” you screamed, your voice echoing around the room. Still, no answer. Finally giving up, you collapsed on the floor and fell asleep right there inside the sanctuary.

When you woke up, you weren’t in the church. You were in the middle of a strange alleyway, completely naked, wrapped up in your...angel wings?!?

Request: Hi can I have a request where reader is the oldest archangel and Castiel brings her to the bunker to fix everything? Apocalypse World Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel and TFW 2.0 is there. Could you also put our world Michael? It could be the end of Season 13 when AU!Michael in Dean and Lucifer are fighting and the reader comes, gets mad at them, tells AU!Mike to go back to old vessel she’ll just fix it, then big sis reader brings everyone back as a happy family.

A/N: Written for @lady-barnes-winchester, this takes place at the end of s13 in the bunker. I've never written anything quite like this before, so I hope everyone can enjoy it!

Pairing: Non-romantic Sister!Reader x Angels

Word Count: 1100

Mid-fight a sudden glow erupted in the empty space of the bunker. Everyone, human or angel, became stoic in either fear or confusion. Frozen battle stances would've normally rose a chuckle from you, but not at this moment.

"I leave you imbeciles alone for a mere thousand years," you enunciated each word with a fueling slow burn. "and you all resort to utter chaos?!?"

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The Fall

The Fall was violent. Crowley liked to joke that he ‘sauntered vaguely downward’ but he was tossed from heaven straight into the burning sulfur pits just like everyone else. The fire burned your feathers black and the wind tore at your skin, leaving scars that even miracles couldn’t heal. But you weren’t the worst off, some of the others had permanent boils on their skin, or missing limbs, even worse most of the ones who fell had their wings completely burned off.

“R-Raphael! Raphael! Where are you?!”

Bright red hair slowly came into view, “Here! Y/N, ‘m here!”

You quickly drag yourself closer to the other Archangel, “You’re alright, I couldn’t find you at first – I thought …”

Raphael flicked his, now golden-silted, eyes up at you. “I’ll be okay, Y/N, just a bit of a sulfur bath, nothing you didn’t go through too. And I don’t – I don’t think I want to go by Raphael anymore, now that we’ve been kicked out.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Whenever you decide on a name, just let me know. For now, I’ve been told to ‘go up and make some trouble’ care to join me?”

“Anything to get out of here”

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The Garden

Crawly, as Raphael now wanted to be called, could turn into a snake. A very convenient corporation to sneak around Eden with. You can turn into a sleek black cat, which is lovely for climbing trees and stalking the smaller animals the She made.

“Well, that went down like a lead balloon”

You take shape on the other side of the angel, “Quite, I really wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction, but then with the Almighty’s reaction to a couple questions I really shouldn’t be surprised”

Crawly looks over at the empty-handed angel, “Didn’t you have a flaming sword?”

“What?”

“You did! It was flaming like anything! What happened to it?”

The angel glances over to you, but you just raise on eyebrow in question, “I gave it away!” Crawly gives an incredulous look, “I gave it away! It’s dangerous out there, and she’s already expecting!”

Crawly and the strange angel continue talking and you watch as the humans fight off a lion. When you Fell, you and Crawly had vowed to stay together, and now you had a feeling that this angel would be regular presence in your life.

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1347 - Italy

“Aziraphale, how lovely to see you again” You quickly glide by the angel, black robe fluttering.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Aziraphale quickly trotted behind you, trying to keep his tights and tunic clean on the filthy streets. “Is this whole Plague nonsense your lots doing? And where’s Crowley? The two of you are usually inseparable”

“Crowley is probably doing the same thing I am trying to do, Aziraphale, which would be stopping people from dying as Heaven deemed it necessary”

“I’m sure I would have been told if Heaven was responsible for this! And besides, how are you explaining to Hell that you’re saving humans?”

You step into one of the many houses with a string of posy on the door, “Well, we tell them that we’re working against that Ineffable Plan, saving humans so we have more time to tempt them into giving up their souls to Hell. It’s quite simple really”

Aziraphale watches as you quietly heal the boils on two of the children’s faces, as you turn rotted skin whole again, and as you quietly purify the air, getting rid of all trace of disease.

The two of you step back out to the street, “You really do heal them”

“Of course I do, and the ones that are too far gone to save I ensure have a peaceful passing. Crowley and I … we try to make this time as easy as possible for the ones we can save.”

“But why? You are a demon! Healing … that seems more like my sides job”

If Aziraphale’s asking this, then he doesn’t know who Crowley was before his fall, and he hasn’t connected your name. “Human’s don’t deserve everything they’ve been handed, their lives are so short and neither of us like to see people suffer, especially children.”

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1862 – London

Aziraphale stares down at the note that Crowley handed him, “Holy water!? I’m not – I’m not going to give you a suicide pill!”

“Neither of us want to find out what happens if Hell finds out about you, Aziraphale”

The angel glares at the two demons, “Well, Heaven wouldn’t be too happy if I was caught fraternizing with some of your lot”

“Fraternizing!”

“Well, whatever you want to call it!”

Crowley’s face twisted up in a sneer, “I have plenty of people to fraternize with, angel!”

You reach out and gently place a hand on Crowley’s shoulder, “We’ll think of something else, Crowley. If they find us out … we’ll have to deal with it”

Aziraphale throws the paper in the river, and storms off, while you and Crowley turn towards the other direction.

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1967 – SoHo London

Aziraphale doesn’t say anything when he first approaches you, just stands back and watches Crowley with his group of thieves. You … have not been very kind to the angel since his comment about fraternizing in 1862.

“I don’t believe I ever apologized for what I said to you, about fraternizing. I didn’t truly mean it. The thought of you or Crowley going to that sort of extreme … is quite terrifying to me, in all honesty.”

You let out a sigh, “I know, I was angry because I consider you a very dear friend and you hurt both myself and Crowley with your comment. You realize that the holy water would be a last resort, don’t you? We didn’t make the request lightly, nor would we take our own demise lightly”

The angel let out a heavy breath, “I know, that’s why I’m giving you this”

Aziraphale hands you a tartan flask that you assume is filled with holy water, “I’m really not sure if I should thank you for this, angel, but I will anyway. So, thank you”

It’s about that time Crowley finishes talking to the humans and decides to join you and Aziraphale, “Well hello, angel. Wasn’t expecting to see you here”

“Just dropping a little something off”

Crowley smirks and raises an eyebrow, but you subtly shake your head, “Well, at least let me offer you a ride. Anywhere you want to go”

The angel lets out a soft sigh, “You go too fast for me, Crowley”

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11 years before the End of the World

“The bloody Antichrist! Why would we be chosen to deliver the bloody Antichrist?! You know I’m quite fond of Earth, I’d rather not be the catalyst that helps start the apocalypse!”

Crowley groaned softly, “I know! But we’re ‘well liked’ down there. Apparently, Lucifer still thinks we’re good enough to trust with his son”

You peek into the basket containing the Antichrist, “We need to tell Aziraphale, we need to figure something out”

“We will, Y/N, but we have to deliver the baby. We don’t have much of a choice in that”

“Unfortunately not. Drive on, then. We have a nunnery to get to”

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