A. Fire, flames, or excessive heat (Gabriel and Aziraphale for the fic thing)
Fire.
That's the first thing Gabriel dreams about. Crowley warned him about sleep, about how the unconscious mind knows things. Gabriel thought he'd be safe.
But there's flames in his dream. And beyond them is Aziraphale. But he's fine. He's not melting or anything. He's... growing taller?
Gabriel looks down at his feet. He's the one melting. He's the one in the fire.
He looks back up at Aziraphale, reaching for him. But Aziraphale steps back, and there is a blank spot where his face should be.
There's a shake to his body
He hears Aziraphale say his name.
"Gabriel!"
Gabriel startled awake, blinking wildly at the ceiling. It was dark, and Crowley was still asleep next to him. But Aziraphale was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands on Gabriel's shoulders.
"Are you alright?" he asked, eyes filled with worry.
"Yes," Gabriel said. His didn't recognize his own voice. "I think I was having one of those dreams Crowley keeps talking about."
Aziraphale shuffled closer. "Seemed like a bad one."
Gabriel nodded and Aziraphale pulled him up, hugging him close, soothing him with soft hands and gentle words.
"I'm sorry," Gabriel whispered.
"You don't have to apologise for having a dream,"Aziraphale assured him.
He shook his head. "For trying to kill you."
There's a moment's pause of silence before Aziraphale said, "You know I've already forgiven you for that, my love."
Gabriel nods and cuddles closer.
The problem is: he hasn't forgiven himself.
