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Crowley was astonished when he saw her behind a smooth glass panel: she was a dream come true.
So brilliant, with slender lines, dark shiny metal, silver wings and decoration.
She looked like she could go one hundred miles per hour without breaking a sweat.
She would take him to every place he wished.
He had to have her.
So Crowley went into the shop and, giving to the vendor a black suitcase full of money (which he didn't have when he came in), he brought her, a magnificent Bentley.
He jumped in and immediately took her for a ride: she was fast, really fast.
The demon was ecstatic to have control of where he was going without the fear of being harmed by his skittish "mount".
Instead of a horse, she was really comfortable with her upholstery seats and there was plenty of space, especially if someone else would like to join him.
For eight years Crowley was the only occupant of that car, until that fateful night. The angelic passenger was probably too distracted to enjoy the ride (or to be utterly terrified).
Since then, for more than sixty years that car had been Crowley's joy and a bit of Aziraphale's terror (even if the angel often affectionately patted her for her good job).
Crowley had taken care of her for ninety years without a scratch (more or less). Even if she had the bad habit of changing every music to the Best of Queen.
The demon was utterly heartbroken when he lost her after the M25 fire.
Luckily for him, Adam was a great kid.
She was back and Crowley was absolutely thrilled.
Since then, the angel and the demon had been enjoying their ride in the amazing Bentley, visiting the world as much as they liked.
The Bentley had become a dream come true for both Crowley and Aziraphale.