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Crowley had been having a really fucked up week. Beelzebub hadn't given him enough time for anything and with the way Heaven was acting, things weren't looking too good. When he found himself at a bar down the road from his house, on what was most likely his third bottle of Talisker Whisky, no one was surprised. One of the downsides of being a fallen angel was that it was near impossible to get drunk. Luckily for him, he had an infinite amount of money at his disposal.
As Crowley finished the fifth bottle, he realised he needed to stop. Sure things were complete and utter shit at the moment, but drinking his sorrows away wasn't helping anyone. As he placed the wad of cash on the counter, he stumbled out. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialled the only number he memorised. "'Ziraphale?.." Crowley muttered, leaning against a lamp post. "Crowley? Are you alright?" Aziraphale responded quickly, hoping that the demon wasn't hurt. "Mmh.. Aziraphale.. Can you come? Can't drive.."
"What happened, Crowley? Are you hurt?" The demon rested against the post, slouching against it. "Fuck." Crowley whispered softly. How was he supposed to explain his situation to an angel? "Just get over here, okay? I'll send you my location." Aziraphale rushed to get ready. He had been granted a car, although he wasn't quite sure how it worked. A few moments later, as well as a long drunken explanation from Crowley about where he was and what was happening, Aziraphale made his way to the location Crowley had sent him.
When the angel pulled up outside of a bar to see Crowley sitting on the ground half asleep, he had truly been shocked. Sure, Crowley seemed a little off, but this? This was definitely not what he had expected. Quickly getting out of the car, Aziraphale rushed to Crowley's side. "Oh, dear. Are you alright? I'll take you back to the shop. I can't leave you alone.. Not like this." Taking Crowley's hand, Aziraphale pulled him up and brought him into his car. Aziraphale had turned on the radio, although he wasn't sure what the demon would like.
Crowley had curled up in his seat. He hadn't felt this horrible in years. He was incredibly hot and was exhausted. Whether this was the fact that he was a fallen angel and this was a repercussion, or the fact that he just drank five bottles of whisky, he wasn't sure. "'Zira.." Crowley whispered out into the air, his head throbbing already. He knew drinking alcohol was a bad idea, that it'd only cause him more harm, but he didn't care. Something he had noticed was the quick glances the angel would give him every few minutes. There was no pattern to it, but knowing that the angel cared enough to check up on him made him feel a lot better.
Eventually the two made it back to the bookshop. Crowley gathered up as much strength as he could, pulling himself up and out of the car, but he fell almost immediately. "Aziraphale!" The demon gasped as his hands hit the pavement. Quickly rushing over once more, Aziraphale helped Crowley stand and brought him inside. "I'll get you some water and something to eat, okay?" Aziraphale spoke softly as he helped Crowley sit and rest on the chair he had in the corner. The angel had filled up a glass with water and let Crowley drink it as he made them something quick to eat.
The demon had brought his knees up to his chest and rested his head on a pillow. He slowly sipped the drink while the entire world around him felt like it was spinning. He hated how this was another one of the downsides of being a fallen angel. Whenever you were intoxicated, it hurt like hell. "Aziraphale?.." Crowley called out weakly, almost dropping the glass as he set it down on the counter.
"Yes, dear? What do you need?" The angel asked as he walked over to the demon, a look of concern clear on his face. "I'm tired.. I-I wanna sleep. Can we sleep?" Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's arm, gently pulling himself up to his feet. "Of course! You can have the bed if you'd like, I'm perfectly fine staying down here. I'm sure I can lend you something to wear.." Crowley then interrupted the angel, stopping his train of thought. "No, I-I wanna be with you.. Just for tonight? I promise I'll be out by tomorrow morning."
Aziraphale wasn't sure what to think about this. He wasn't even supposed to be talking to the demon outside of the doomsday topic, let alone spending the night in bed with him? "I'm not sure I can do that, Crowley.. I-It's against the rules." Despite his protest, he desperately wanted it. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn't give in to his wants so easily, but after over 3000 years of constant arguing and battle? He couldn't help himself. One night to cut off some of the edge wasn't a crime, right? He could grant himself one night.
"Please?" Crowley asked weakly, holding Aziraphale tighter to balance himself, but to also bring the angel closer to himself. "Okay.. Just this once though." Trying his hardest to hide a smile, Crowley pulled Aziraphale up the stairs. Aziraphale did have to hold him since he came close to falling multiple times, but eventually they made it up to the angels room. "Give me a moment to change, okay? I'll find you something to wear as well.. Or you could pick something from the closet. I don't really mind." Aziraphale added before grabbing a pair of pyjamas and walking into his bathroom. Crowley tugged his clothes off, grabbing a t shirt from the angel's closet and sliding it on.
When Aziraphale came out of the bathroom, Crowley had been curled up in the bed. He had a pillow held closely to his chest and was in nothing but Aziraphale's shirt and his boxers. Walking over, Aziraphale got into bed and faced away from Crowley. "Mmh, Aziraphale. Wanna see you.. Please?" The demon begged, tugging on Aziraphale's top. The angel turned over, looking down at the demon in question. His eyes were barely open and his pupils were blown wide. His hair had been messy and the demon seemed a lot smaller than usual.
Pushing the pillow away, Crowley curled up under Aziraphale's arms. "Thank you.. Love you so much.." Crowley whispered before falling asleep. Aziraphale wasn't sure what to think of that. He couldn't really mean it, could he? Sure, they've known each other for years, but it wasn't in a very friendly light. Let alone a romantic one. Maybe this was just a drunken comment, something the demon wouldn't even remember when he woke up. The angel decided to push it aside (for now) and try to sleep. He held the demon in his arms and within a few moments, he was asleep.
Despite the fact that Crowley said he was in love, Aziraphale had been having a pretty heavenly (and slightly sinful) night.