#c:crowley

Sam was alone in the motel room. Finishing off his mac and cheese. Dean and his Dad should of been back from a hunt by now. There was numerous lore books on the coffee table. The youngest Winchester wanted to  be knowledgeable when he was finally allowed to tag a long. Little did he know it would be something he didn’t want to do. 

The door creaked open. Sam looked up from his textbook. He was doing his homework he probably wouldn’t even be there to turn in. He was bored, and needed something to stimulate his mind. “Dean?” Sam called out, he paused waiting for a reply. “Dad? Are you guys back?” Sam asked, still no one responded. He noticed a figure in black standing in the motel kitchen. He grabbed the pistol he hid under the pillow of the couch. Pointing it at the man or monster. “If you come any closer, I’ll shoot.”

“All the Princes’ are dead. Hell is empty.” except for the demons that remained. Sam was pretty sure Lucifer would not return to Hell. The archangel preferred to be topside.  Crowley could go back if he wanted. As long as Lucifer was still out there he wouldn’t. 

Godric was swift and quick. He was like a bullet flying from person to person leaving blood behind in his wake. The man looked like he needed a hand. The elder vampire needed to feed. The dinner bell came to him. Why did this scene seem so familiar in his memory. It mirrored the night he turned his progeny, Eric.

When the man spoke to him. Godric looked like a young kid standing before him. He was older than Jesus. The Christian religion itself. "I do." Godric replied. "Are you alright now?"

ᴴᵉ ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ᶜʳᵒʷˡᵉʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵘˢᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵇʳᵒʷˢ ʳᵒˢᵉ. ᴴᵉ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ ᶠᵃⁱⁿᵗˡʸ. "ᴸᵃˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ⁻⁻⁻" ʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵉᵈ. "ᴬ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ʳᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳⁱᵇˡʸ ˡᵒᵗ, ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰⁱᵖ⁻⁻ᴬʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬʳᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˢ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ ⁻⁻⁻ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ." ʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵉᵈ. "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᵍᵘᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᵐᵃⁿᵏⁱⁿᵈ⁻⁻⁻ᵒʳ ᵍᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ. ᴵ ʷⁱⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵒˣ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᴳᵒᵈᶻⁱˡˡᵃ." ʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ.

"ᴴᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ?" ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗⁱˡᵗᵉᵈ "ᴼʳ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʷᵉ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵇⁱⁿᵈ ?"

Fandom: Good Omens | Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley | Rating: M | Length:0:23:24 | Summary: "You know," Crowley said conversationally, "abject terror is really quite exhausting."

originally posted around 2016-12-24