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    “May I come in?”

    Crowley blinked. “No,” he declared, and slammed the door in Aziraphale’s face. “May I come in?” he mimicked, scrunching up his nose and raising his voice. “No you bloody well may not,” he yelled at the door, before dropping the glass to shatter across the unforgiving concrete floor.

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    Essek’s face probably did something else really cute and blushy, but, again, it was early, and Molly was already almost asleep again, brain twisting down a lovely dreamland sleep of Essek in sheer shirts, his purple skin practically shimmering beneath it.

    “Molly,” Caleb said, humor clear in his tone as he pulled Molly away from that lovely little dream. “Dearest, you’re stabbing me.”

    Molly grunted again, trying to angle his horns away from Caleb without dislodging his position plastered against Caleb’s side. “‘M sorry.”

    Caleb chuckled, another low rumble that hummed pleasantly against Molly’s cheek and across his skin. “Not with your horns, love.”

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    There’s not a restaurant anywhere near their cottage that serves anything Crowley can eat.

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    She’s a cream colored cat, short haired and small in size with a pink nose and curious eyes. She follows Crowley everywhere he goes.

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    Heaven’s execution chamber was elegant, magnificent - and bare. Polished floors gleamed, immaculate; their cleanliness made it impossible to guess at the atrocities committed upon them. Clean, white walls glared, and a window as large as the room was tall, teased of freedom just out of reach.

    At the center of it all, was a chair.

    And upon that chair, an angel sat.

    Across the cold, stark room - too far from the angel - a demon knelt, bound.

    The ropes burned, and Crowley hissed, hunching his shoulders as he turned his head up. The angel, his wrists tied to the chair, met and held his stare.

    No, it couldn’t - it wasn’t - this wasn’t right.

    Confused and in pain, Crowley called, “Angel, you alright?”

    Aziraphale’s light hair appeared white in the harshly lit room, and his face had gone pale; but at Crowley’s call he sat up in the chair, bound hands giving a feeble wave.

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