#save me priest Crowley

[knifeforkspooncup]

Oh damn you know it's gonna be good when they pull out the mood board

Hello, I am new to writing fics so maybe you’ll give a read and let me know what you think :) I’m really excited to be working on the next chapter and get some more depth breathed into this work. Thank you to anyone who plans or has read!! I have a moodboard and playlist for this fic as well I hope to also make some art soon!

[aziraphales-library]

Okay, I've knocked myself out looking for this one. It's a human AU in which Aziraphale and Crowley knew each other in school, and Aziraphale jumped to his aid when he fell from a height in the playground. Time's moved them apart, and Aziraphale is now in church work in a rough part of town -- I remembered priest (Anglican flavor), but he might be involved with a religious charity. Crowley is now involved with a criminal gang, but in the course of the fic it develops that he's undercover trying to bring them down, and he gets injured. Aziraphale helps him again and shelters him. They come to terms with their attraction, but Crowley has to finish his job. It ends with their being in Canada in a protected witness program.

I've searched on Priest Aziraphale or Undercover Crowley and sieved sources like holycatsandrabbits' Human AU masterlist and I'm no closer to finding it. Any clues? Many, many thanks for your great work -- I've saved links to so many of your Found Fics lists!

I knew which fic you were talking about immediately! Took a bit of rooting, but it's...

Acts of Service by seekwill (E)

"You seem very familiar to me. I can’t say why that is." As Aziraphale spoke, Crowley turned away from the fire, and Aziraphale was momentarily concerned that the spell had been broken, that he had crossed some invisible line. But Crowley smiled and brought his beer to his lips. "Maybe we met in a past life. Does your lot believe in that?" "Past lives?" "Yeah." Aziraphale smiled into his wine. He was sure Crowley was poking fun, ever so slightly, but he liked it. "Not strictly speaking. No." Crowley shrugged, taking another long sip of his beer. “A mystery then." After receiving direct instruction from God, village reverend Aziraphale leaves his countryside congregation to serve the underserved and in-need at an urban church in London, a transition made all the more complicated by the mysterious and handsome Crowley, who always seems to appear when Aziraphale least expects him.

- Mod D

[talonabraxas]

Mass of the Phoenix Hail Ra, that goest in thy bark Into the caverns of the Dark! East of the Altar see me stand With light and musick in my hand! I strike the Bell: I light the Flame; I utter the mysterious Name. ABRAHADABRA Now I begin to pray: Thou Child, Holy Thy name and undefiled! Thy reign is come; Thy will is done. Here is the Bread; here is the Blood. Bring me through midnight to the Sun! Save me from Evil and from Good! That Thy one crown of all the Ten Even now and here be mine. AMEN. I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim These adorations of Thy name. Behold this bleeding breast of mine Gashed with the sacramental sign! I stanch the Blood; the wafer soaks It up, and the high priest invokes! This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear As I enflame myself with prayer: "There is no grace: there is no guilt: This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!" ABRAHADABRA. I entered in with woe; with mirth I now go forth, and with thanksgiving, To do my pleasure on the earth Among the legions of the living. --The Mass of the Phoenix (technically called Liber XLIV or 44) is a eucharistic ritual written by Aleister Crowley, which first appeared in The Book of Lies, Chapter 44, in 1913. The Mass of the Phoenix is an official ritual of the A.'.A.'.

[bayoubodycount]

Title: Reviens, Mon Coeur

Rating: E 

Chapters: 1/16

Word count: 53k

Pairings: Louis/Lestat, Nicky/Lestat + past Lestat/Nicky, past Louis/Jonah, Louis + Daniel, Louis + Armand, Grace/Levi, Daniel/Armand, Gabrielle/Pandora, Jonah/Benny Lafitte(Supernatural), Claudia + Sybil, Claudia/Madeleine, Bricktop/Roget

Characters: Architectural Engineer!Lestat, Violinist!Nikky, Aspiring Artist! Restaurant owner!Louis, Journalist!Daniel Molloy, Armand de Romanus, Gabrielle de Lioncourt, Pandora de Lioncourt, Roget, Bricktop Williams, Miss Lily, Grace de Pointe du Lac, Levy, Benny & the Twins, Claudia de Lioncourt, J. R. Morton, Sybil de Romanus, Benji de Romanus, Daniel's daughter, Mojo the Mastiff, Tom Anderson, Alderman Fenwick, Finn O'Shea, Mrs. Fenwick, Dr. Fareed Bhansali, Jonah, Benny Lafitte(Supernatural), Crowley(Supernatural), Priest!Vittorio

Summary: After the unexpected and devastating loss of a precious piece of their family, Lestat and Claudia must pick up pieces of their shattered hearts and move on. Three years later, Lestat meets Louis and his dormant heart returns to life. Louis thinks his dreams have come true until he learns a crushing secret which threatens this new love. Yet to keep this dream he's always wanted, he must find a way to make such an uncomfortable truth sit right with the man and his daughter he's grown to love so deeply.

WARNING for MCD/Canon Character Death (Nicky), Claudia's suicidal thoughts w/out intention

Tags: Human movie AU inspired by 2000 film "Return to Me", canon blood and gore, Lestat PoV, Louis PoV, Architectural Engineer Lestat, Aspiring Artist/Restaurant owner Louis, sick Louis, hospital visits, life saving measures in the ER, bereaved Lestat, single father Lestat, bereaved Claudia, self conscious Louis, slow burn until it isn't, shower Lestaturbation, someone gets slapped, kissing, frotting, handjobs, cum kink, these guys have issues, therapy, pianist!Sybil, violinist! Claudia, ax throwing date, business partners!Gabrielle & Pandora, birthday party, happily ever after guaranteed👌

[vidavalor]

What looks do you think Aziraphale will have in season 3?

No idea but if you put me in charge, you'd get ones like these:

-In the present, Demon!Aziraphale. He's got wild dark hair now.

-Nothing but Crowley's hat, a sheet and a cigarette (for part of The Blitz, Part 3)

-Soaking wet and eating that demon's face under some trees after saving some people during that certain big storm (The Flood, Part 2)

-Regency-era-- so, pre-tartan era (the possibilities!)-- very wealthy businessman/land owner fending off a suitor hopefully played by Tim Downee (Mr. Brown throughout the ages!) at a ball in the South Downs (Jane Austen flashback)

-Hot pilgrim-y priest who wears a lot of Crowley-ish black and gets himself locked up for eating the devil's baked goods-- just to be clear, I mean eccles cakes, not the redhead (1650)

-Tartan-ed but somehow also a smidge slutty while showing up at a friend's party, post-Ineffable Divorce Round One, to get his mind off of Crowley who is... the friend's Mayfair neighbor and very much also at said party. The mutual friend in question is Oscar Wilde.

[hikarry]

Some people asked me for a fanfic and, welp, your orders are my command. This is just a "quick" thing, not even sure it can be considered a fanfic, but what is done is done.

It's technically my first time writing a one-shot (or any type of proper fanfic, really) for Good Omens, so be nice. I'm sensitive and have a fragile heart.

Alas, welcome to the angst zone.

Crowley has heard Aziraphale's True Voice once and only once. Many many centuries ago. It was loud and spiky like nails in a chalkboard. A terrified and desperate yell that pierced through him like a sword. Ran through his bones like a sudden wave that punched the air out of his lungs. Never in all those centuries had he heard anything more disturbing than it.

He had been in Peterfield for a few weeks now, in the middle of a long job, tempting a priest into the pleasures of gluttony and the flesh. Both of them were in a tavern, debating religion in between glasses of wine when Crowley's head snapped up and he fell quiet, just like a dog when they heard a suspicious noise.

"Mr. Crowley?" Father Brown stopped sipping his glass and looked at his companion. "You've become pale all of a sudden, son. Are you feeling quite alright?"

The yell lasted less than a couple of seconds, but it was echoing inside his head. His body moved without his permission, and before he knew, he was on his feet, glass of wine half full tumbling on the table. His hands shaking beside him and his heart racing inside his chest.

Crowley had never heard anything like it, but he knew it was Aziraphale. He just knew.

"Mr. Crowley?" The priest tried again, this time also getting up, and just then the demon registered his presence again.

"Apologies, Father. I have somewhere else I need to be and I'm afraid It's getting late." Crowley pulled a couple of coins from his pocket and threw them on the table. "This one's on me. Shall we meet when I'm once again free?"

"Of course. You always know where to find me."

He nodded and tried to leave the tavern as fast as he could without running, slithering through tables and patrons until he reached the door. He hadn't brought a horse. Satan knows he despises those animals. Not very gentle on the behind, they are. But right now, he was in need of one, desperately so.

Last he heard, Aziraphale had been in Sussex meddling around with some noble family, so that's exactly where he was going to go. Father Brown could wait. It's not like Beelzebub gave him an expiring date. Even if they had, bless all of this. He could handle a week or two in a pit for failing the mission. His priority right now was the angel.

Crowley stole the first horse he saw and galloped in the general direction of Sussex. It would be a long ride, no under three hours, but he would do everything to get there - wherever "there" was exactly - as soon as he could. If he hears Aziraphale's True Voice once again in that state of agony, he might as well lose his mind.

To prove God was really against him, it started raining heavily halfway through the journey. Crowley brushed his hair back, away from his forehead, with one hand while the other held the reins. With all this, he hadn't brought his cape, and now both him and the horse were soaked to the bone and quite exhausted. If it wasn't for a few miracles, he was quite sure the horse would have stopped to rest a while ago.

He snapped, and an invisible shield covered them, keeping the freezing rain away. The road was turning into mud, which would slow them down considerably, but he had to keep going. There was no way in Heaven he would stop until he reached Sussex.

Through forests and small villages, they were like an arrow. Supernaturally fast and focused. His hands had somewhat stopped shaking, but his heart was still hammering, replaying the noise over and over again in his head. He had saved the angel before. For some reason, he was prone to get himself in a spot of trouble every 200 years or so, but the danger had never been enough to force his True Voice out. True Voices were only used in cases of extreme urgency. For humans, it sounded like a screech, but angels and demons could understand them. Something said in your True Voice was like a command, and yet Aziraphale hadn't said anything, he just yelled. Whatever it was that was happening could only be bad. Very bad.

When he finally crossed the line into Sussex, he pulled the reins to stop the horse. Looking around the forest, he pooled his senses to try and find Aziraphale's essence. The last thing he needed was Aziraphale not to be in Sussex anymore and for this trip to have been useless, but no. Right at the edge of his vision, there was the brightness he has been mingling with for millenia. Crowley pulled on the horse again and followed the angel's essence into the other side of the city, deep into the forest.

Both of them came to a stop at the mouth of what appeared to be a small cave. It was covered with some greenery, but nothing that could stop him.

Crowley dismounted and tapped the horse on the side of his neck for the good job, partly unconciously. With a hand, he pushed the greenery to the side and stepped carefully into the cave, the useless invisible shield breaking over him. He stopped for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the darkness and kept silent, trying to hear something. Anything. He was sure Aziraphale was here. His essence was very close, and he could feel his distress rolling out of him in waves. Crowley took some steps forward, as silently as possible, until he started hearing what sounded like multiple voices. He stopped, laying his hand against the wall of the cave, and tried to discern whatever they were saying, but the cave was making it difficult. He closed his eyes for a moment and reached with his senses once again. Indeed, there was the angel, and with him 8 demonic presences. Low ranking demons.

He took a deep breath, punching the wall. Whatever they had been doing to the angel to cause him to lash out with his True Voice, he was going to kill them.

No. Okay. If they were humans, yes, he wouldn't shy away from a little murder, but demons is a more tricky situation. If he attacked them, it would be suspicious. He had to figure out a way to send them packing without giving his hand away.

Another deep breath, and he kept moving, this time trying to make his steps echo on purpose. As he got closer, the voices got louder.

"Try again."

"It's useless! He's out of it, they won't come out!"

There was some light at the end of a tunnel to the left, and he followed it, the voices suddenly going quiet.

The scene he saw as soon as he turned the corner iced his blood and boiled his anger at the same time.

Aziraphale was pinned to the wall by some silver chains, his feet a few centimeters off the ground. His head was hanging down, and his shirt was shredded, soaked in red blood, just like his trousers and his blond hair. His corporation wasn't breathing. He was probably very close to discorporating and Crowley was running out of time.

"Here you are!"

The 8 demons turned towards him, their eyes widening somewhat comically.

"Crowley?" The smaller one muttered, taking a step back from the angel.

Crowley took a few more steps inside, approaching the group while pretending to look around, his hands behind his back.

"I heard some demons had invaded my territory." He looked up at Aziraphale, willing his heart to control itself. "And I've seen you've captured an angel."

"Yes. We've been tracking him for weeks." A woman shaped demon said, quite proud of herself, pointing at the angel. "Took us a while, but we managed to poison him so he would fall unconcious and brought him to the circle." Just then Crowley's eyes fell to the floor where, indeed, there was a circle drawn. He took a step closer, to inspect it. A circle to drain energy. With Aziraphale's sigil. They were really trying to kill him.

Crowley swallowed and closed his hands into fists. He had to control himself and get Aziraphale out of that circle soon. He had been there for over 3 hours, at the very least, and Crowley didn't know how much more energy he would have left to keep himself alive. This wasn't about discorporation anymore.

"You sound very proud of yourself." He finally looked at the demons, stopping between them and Aziraphale. "But I ask you: who ordered you to do this?"

"He's just a principality. It's not like there aren't plenty in Heaven to replace him. No one would miss him up there and, besides-"

The demon took a sudden step forward, taking the sunglasses away from his face and pinning all of them down with his yellow gaze, no white whatsoever to be seen there, pupils barely but a black thin line.

"I'm here, am I not?" When the demons didn't answer, he leaned forward, fangs growing on his mouth. The group took a step back. "This is my jurisdiction, and you have no permisssssion to be here." Another step forward, another step back from the group. "If someone is going to kill an angel, it's going to be me and not some lowly bottom of the barrel demons like you."

"But that's not fair! We had-" Crowley hissed and brought his hands to the side of his body, all his fingers morphed into claws, urging the demon talking to jump back.

"You're very mistaken if you think Hell issss fair." He looks at every single one of them. "Do you even have permisssssion to be upsssside?" The demons looked amongst themselves, but no one answered. "That'ssss what i thought." He took a final step forward, coming face to face with the closest of them. "Get the fuck out of here before I inform Beelzebub you uselesssss piecessss of flessssh have been sssscrewing around in my territory without permisssssion." Everyone stared at him, but no one moved. "NOW!" He yelled and the group trembled before being swallowed by the earth and disappearing.

Not losing time, Crowley walked the few steps that separated him from the angel and broke the circle with his boot, reaching up to the chains to free him, carefully using his own body to support Aziraphale when his limp corporation toppled forward.

With a snap of his fingers, he miracled a blanket and carefully lied Aziraphale on it, kneeling by his side to assess the situation. His wounds needed to be tended to but most of it was normal red blood. His nose and his mouth were the only ones running ichor, which wasn't a great sign. Crowley Looked at Aziraphale and was met with a less bright than usual light, but bright nonetheless. With a sigh, he let himself relax. Aziraphale was going to be fine. He just needed to rest while Crowley fed him some of his energy and get his corporeal wounds tended to. He would be fine. He wasn't too late.

Aziraphale was going to be fine.

But now here they were, centuries later, in the same position: Aziraphale laying unconcious on the floor of some basement in the middle of nowhere in Scotland and Crowley kneeling next to him, hovering his still figure with his hands on the angel's face.

Aziraphale had disappeared for a week and a half while he had gone back to London to check on the bookshop and Muriel and bring some more books to the cottage.

Crowley had searched for him everywhere as soon as he didn't come back home at dinner time, and after he went to check the bookshop where Muriel told him Aziraphale had never showed up.

He had used his senses to try and find him, but he could barely feel him. Something was masking his location, and this was driving him up the walls. After 2 years of pure peace and quiet, chaos had to follow them again? Was it Heaven again? Was it Hell? He didn't know, but he would tear them apart if any of them had anything to do with this.

Crowley had no other choice but to reach out to Anathema for help. With a map, a few herbs, one of Aziraphale's bowties, and a liquid that honestly smelled like a cadaver, she managed to pinpoint his location to a small town near the frontier with Scotland.

He didn't lose any time.

In the Bentley with Anathema and Adam (because both insisted on coming and he had no time to convince them it was a stupid and useless idea), he sped from Tadfield to that middle of nowhere as fast as demonically possible without discorporating himself and killing the humans. It took him roughly 5 hours and a lot of law breaking, but they eventually arrived and found a house in the middle of a village with a very weird and heavy aura, or so Anathema said.

After a couple of hours of observing, Crowley lost his patience and invaded the house, consequences be damned. If Anathema turned out to be mistaken, he would wipe the humans' memories out, but, by luck, she wasn't.

The house was the headquarters of some slimy cultists with a bit too much knowledge about supernatural forces and ambition. As soon as he stepped through the main door, he smelled the ichor, and his vision went red. He ran, following the smell and shoving anyone who tried to stop him out of his way.

He kicked the door of the basement open and that's where he found Aziraphale unconcious, laying on the ground in the middle of a summoning circle with two men around him.

Crowley hissed, and his wings appeared out of the eather. With a snap, both men were tossed against the wall with such brute force both fell unconcious.

"Angel!"

Just like all those centuries ago, Crowley almost ran to the angel and broke the circle with his boot, tossing himself onto the floor next to him. This time, there wasn't red blood anywhere, and his clothes were almost as pristine as always, but there was ichor running down his mouth, his nose, and his ears. Confused, Crowley looked around at the circle, and his eyes fell in a couple of markings that should not be in a normal summoning circle. They had turned it into a draining circle at some point.

Back in the 6th century, Aziraphale had only been inside the circle for around 3 hours, and he recuperated in less than a week. His corporations' wounds had been the biggest problem, really. Crowley had to play nurse to keep him from discorporating. But a week and a half? Satan knows what that would do to an angel's essence.

Before he could check, he heard steps coming down the stairs, and soon enough, four other humans showed up at the door. Crowley positioned himself on top of Aziraphale, knees and hands on each side of his body, allowing his fangs to grow on his mouth as he hissed and used his wings to cover the angel the best he could.

"A demon?" One of them said, giving a step back.

Before any of them could say anything else, Crowley watched as Adam and Anathema appeared at the door, the kid punching one of the man in the face and the Witch using a frying pan to knock another of them unconcious. With a wave of Crowley's hand, the last two remaining were tossed against the window and fell unconcious as well.

"Are you okay?" Anathema asked, stepping closer, and Crowley hissed, out of instinct.

Adam joined her, kneeling a few feet away from the demon.

"Aziraphale?"

Crowley looked down at the still unconscious angel, and his wings disappeared. Carefully, he kneeled on the other side of Aziraphale and finally Looked at him. Part of him wished that he hadn't because what he saw wasn't pretty. Aziraphale was barely a flicker of light, and he was flickering like anything. Crowley gasped involuntarily, and now here they were: the demon leaning over the angel, holding his face between his hands.

"What's wrong? Did they hit him?" Adam asked.

"No..." Anathema carefully leaned beside him. "They turned the summoning circle into a drain. They were draining Aziraphale's energy and essence and probably planning on using it to power up spells or rituals or something."

"Is that bad?"

They kept talking, but Crowley was not listening anymore. His heart was ringing on his ears and his whole body was shaking. It was very hard to breath at the moment. This bloody basement didn't have air enough.

"Angel?" Now, with his fangs also gone, he reached out with his demonic essence, but nothing reached back. Closing his eyes, he tried to poor some of his energy into the angel like he had done all those years ago, but the essence kept flickering, maybe even more than before. "No, no, no, no. Aziraphale, you bastard, don't do this to me." He opened his eyes again and shook him. "Wake up." Nothing. "Wake up!"

"Crowley-" Anathema tried to lay her hand on his shoulder, but he slithered away from her touch.

"Come on, Aziraphale. I didn't come all the way here for you to keep flickering!" He stopped shaking him for a moment, Looking once again. The light appeared to be slowly dimming. "Angel, it's okay. I found you. Just wake up so we can go home!" He kept pouring energy into him, both hands now grabbing handfuls of Aziraphale's waistcoat. "Aziraphale!"

"Is there something you can do?" Anathema looked at Adam, and Crowley's attention fell momentarily on him as well.

Adam shook his head.

"I don't have any more powers. And even if I did, I don't know if I could actually do something about an angel's essence."

Crowley held Aziraphale's clothes more tightly and looked back at him. He didn't know what to do. Giving him energy worked last time, but now it was doing close to nothing. Aziraphale couldn't be too far gone. He refused to believe that. They couldn't have stopped the Apocalypse and the bloody Second Coming for it to end like this. Because of some stupid humans.

Slowly, a few more drops of ichor fell from his lips, and his chest stopped rising.

Crowley held his breath as he felt moisture take over his eyes. This isn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He wasn't going to lose him like this.

"Aziraphale, open your eyes! Open your fucking eyes!" His True Voice slipped through and both Anathema and Adam got up with their hands on their ears, taking a few steps back. "I'm not going to lose you like this!" He pulled on his clothes, slightly lifting Aziraphale off the ground. "Wake up, Aziraphale!" He could feel the tears escaping from his eyes and running down his face, even under the glasses, but at the moment he didn't care. "Wake up right now!"

Suddenly, Aziraphale's eyes sprung open and the angel took a deep breath, coughing up some ichor in the process. Crowley quickly but carefully let his back lay on the ground again and leaned over him, both his hands on each side of his face. Adam and Anathema didn't move from where they were, watching from afar.

Aziraphale tried to talk but choked on ichor, and Crowley ran his thumb down his cheek, wiping some of the ichor from the corner of his mouth. It burned, but he didn't care.

"Don't speak, angel. It's okay." He leaned his forehead on the angel's and felt him pushing up to try and meet him halfway. "I found you. You're okay."

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

Crowley looked up to the two humans that he forgot were still present for a moment.

They needed to leave this place and go back to the South Downs, but he was afraid if he let go of Aziraphale and stopped feeding him energy, he would lose him again. For that, he needed one of them to drive the Bentley so he could go on the back with Aziraphale, but...Crowley didn't like the idea of anyone else besides himself or the angel driving his car.

He looked back down at Aziraphale, his eyes now half lided, but clearly still trying to keep himself awake.

Crowley pulled the keys to the Bentley from the pocket of his trousers and tossed them to Anathena, who barely caught them.

"I need you to drive us back home. I'm going on the back with Aziraphale to try and keep him stable through the trip."

"Are you sure that's wise? Isn't there anything else we can do to make him somewhat bett-"

"If there was, I would be doing it right now, Book Girl!" He snapped, when he felt Aziraphale's hand on his forearm, squeezing it. He looked back at him before looking up at the woman once again. "Last time resting and sharing my energy with him solved it. I don't know what else could help."

"Maybe one of your books has a spell to speed up the process?" Adam asked.

"We will only know if we check." She swinged the keys on her finger. "Alright, let's go back to England then."

And so they did. The journey was somewhat uneventful. By now, it was the middle of the night, and Adam ended up falling asleep on the passenger seat. Aziraphale, laying in the back seat with his head on Crowley's lap, fought sleep as best he could, keeping his eyes open mostly for Crowley's sanity than anything else. He managed to talk somewhat at some point during the trip, saying Crowley's name, but the same told him, once again, not to talk while running his fingers through the angel's hair.

"You will be okay, angel. I promise."

And he did, almost 2 months later and after a lot of resting, energy sharing, and a couple of spells, courtesy of one Anathema Device. At the end of the day, it was quite the scare, but Aziraphale was once again strong and full of light, and Crowley intended to keep him that way.

[kotias]

An Arrangement in Black (part 6) - angst war contribution

@daneecastle @gleafer @vavoom-sorted-art @lauramoon1987 @gahellhimself-blog @goodomensafterdark

Beginning - Part 5 - Part 7

Word count: 469 words

Trigger warnings: bodies, sickness, grave consequences to a disease, harm to a child

Don't worry, tomorrow there will be a kiss.

Dum.

From under a body crawled a small child, her fingers about as dark as Crowley’s serpentine scales, her coughs heavy and leaving a red stream plock from the corner of her lips to the ground.

He let out a whine and ran by her side, forced the body off her until she could liberate herself. Even so, her body was barely able to hold its own weight, and soon she crumbled back to the ground. The cries she tried to get out of her throat grated against it and became half-whines and trembling sobs.

“No… no, no no no, please-” His heart was beating harder and harder, like it was trying to compensate for her own, and his hurting body acted on its own, passing his arms under her to carry her against his torso. “I, I… I’ll find you a doctor. Stay with me, alright?” he asked with a voice that could not truly hide the desperation he felt.

He knew just the person he should reach out to, and yet he could only dare hoping he would help him save just this one. He cradled her into his arms, heard the heavy strain on her lungs, and he sniffed the air, coughed at first as the awfully pungent smell took over him yet again.

After turning and circling around the village, he froze, finally finding the lead he was looking for. He looked at the small girl, who had fully fallen asleep for the time being, and walked a few steps forward, landing in a small wood and blinded by the bright light of this angel posing as a priest in the middle of pious people on the brink of desolation. 

“Aziraphale!” The angel turned away from Mr Smith and his eyes met with the sight of Crowley entering the small town, draped in a dark cape, hunched over the little form he was keeping under it.

“Crowley? What is going on?”

The yellow of his irises had fully engulfed his eyes and was shining under the bright sun above. His walk was strained, like he was lifting the world on his shoulders; surprising, Aziraphale thought. One might have assumed that a demon like himself would be relishing in the current state of affairs. “I, I need a favour.”

He raised an eyebrow and bobbed his head with a sarcastic smile. “Whatever might you want from me? Certainly you’re not thinking of asking me to stop working agai-”

“Save her.” He opened his cape, revealing a small girl ravaged by the corrupting marks of the plague, resting in the crook of his arm. “P-Please.” He raised his eyes to look at his face; didn’t miss the trembling of his lips, or the pure anguish of his traits. “I, I… Anything. I’ll… I’ll do anything. Please.”

[mar-zom]

ANOTHER THING IM DESPERATE TO SEE IN S3

Crowley and Aziraphale in the 14th century Black Death.

i wanna see Plague Doctor Crowley (for totally normal and pure reasons not related to the gender envy David Tennant brews in me) and priest Aziraphale

I wanna see Aziraphale watch Crowley, with tears in his eyes, desperate to save the kids but there’s nothing either of them can do

i also wanna see it cuz seventh grade me had a hyperfixation on it and it will validate me :3

[ineffablelunatic]

Names have a massive significance for demons in Christianity - they hold power, and if you can name something you therefore have power over it. This is why priests ask for the demon's name during an exorcism - if the demon gives its name it is weakened. When the demons fell, God stripped them of their angelic names.

So when Crowley immediately tells Aziraphale, an angel, someone who should be his enemy, his name, it's not just him being friendly. It's him putting his faith in somebody he just met, saying "I trust you to know my name and not to use it against me." It shows how different he is from the other demons.

And when he changes his name to Crowley, he's rejecting the name Hell gave him. He's breaking away from who he was meant to be. He's the demon with an imagination and he's using it to forge his own path. And not only that, he immediately tells Aziraphale his new name. He's proving time and time again that he trusts his angel, that he would so willingly give him that kind of power. He's making himself vulnerable without thought.

And then again, during the church scene, when he hasn't spoken to Aziraphale for a century, he tells him his new name. He changes his name once more, moving even further away from the other demons. He takes a first name, something so fundimentally human, and still, even after such a long disagreement, he trusts Aziraphale with this vulnerability. This is the scene where Aziraphale falls in love with him. He is willing not only to enter a church for his angel and risk his life over and over, but to tell him time after time the one thing that could easily destroy him.

Crowley's love isn't shown just by saving Aziraphale from being discorporated. It's the smaller things, like telling him his name without ever doubting it. It's ineffable.

[kingwithpaintedfingers]

As promised!! My recommendations for Warhammer 40k reading

So, rayshell22live asked me what I thought GW was doing wrong vis a vis Warhammer 40k, and I responded with a rant about Black Library instead.

Oops. (Listen, a lot of this is pent up...)

But! I promised (myself) I would list my favorite stuff I've read from Warhammer 40k. For ease of access, I have divided it into several categories.

XENOS

There are not enough stories about Xenos. And apparently a lot of them aren't good. But here are a couple I read and liked!

The Infinite and the Divine by Robert Rath: Everyone recommends this, and for good reason. Fun, sometimes lighthearted, sometimes deep, it's the story of two old robots who hate each other but are forced to work together. It's a tale of two opposing forces, the past and the future, and what they both could mean for the present of the Necron race. Come for the dinosaurs and enemies-to-friends, stay for the old man fights and pranks gone horribly wrong.

War in the Museum by Robert Rath: Basically a deleted scene from The Infinite and the Divine. A short story.

Brutal Kunnin' by Mike Brooks: Orks vs. Tech Priests. Turned out to have way more humans than I would have liked, but still fun! Includes some hell-yeah moments and very quotable lines AND includes TWO non-binary characters! Very nice. Introduces two heroes for the ages: Ufthak Blackhawk, and his squig. The best squig.

Road Rage and Where Dere's Da Warp Dere's a Way by Mike Brooks: More Ufthak shenanigans! Both short stories.

Da Gobbo's Revenge by Mike Brooks: A Grot, tired of being abused by Orks, takes up the role of the ancient Grot hero Da Red Gobbo and begins a revolution. A novella, not long but fun.

The Hand of Darkness by Gav Thorpe: A lovely audio drama about Yvraine, the last hope of the Aeldari, on a mad quest to deprive Chaos of a dangerous asset. (Or, when I want to pretend to be bitter, "Rob's Not Actually Girlfriend (Seriously, She's Just An Ally) Breaks Into Mort's Basement and Ruins the Only Piece of Art He's Ever Made" It is a fantastically emo piece of art, I can't believe I've never referenced it in a fanfic before.) It's a good audio drama, I like it!

The Child Foretold by Nicholas Kaufmann: This one. This one is so. So freaking. GOOD. I just. It's so good??? A man adopts a baby. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into. Warning, it's also from Warhammer Horror.

And, recommended by friends, though I haven't read them yet:

The Twice-Dead King by Nate Crowley: A series of novels about a Necron phaeron trying to save his dynasty. Supposed to be really good, if less humorous than The Infinite and the Divine.

Day of Ascension by Adrian Tchaikovsky. Supposed to be a really good sci-fi novel all around, it tells the tale of a genestealer uprising.

THE CIAPHAS CAIN SERIES by Sandy Mitchell

Listen, you're either going to love this series, or you're going to hate it. Most people can get over the stylistic choices (seriously, there are a lot of phrases that are repeated over and over and over and over and over again by the author), but others find those phrases grating after a while. Give the series a try (personally I think the series gets really good with the second and third books) and decide for yourself. If you like it, you're in good company, and if you don't, that's okay, you're still in good company. Personal highlights for me include The Traitor's Hand, Death or Glory, Cain's Last Stand, the audio drama Dead in the Water, and the novella Good Soldiers Never Die.

BOOKS THAT MENTION MORTARION

There is probably at least one person out there who wants to know what books I recommend for the way I write him. So I included this in its own section.

The Buried Dagger by James Swallow: my first Horus Heresy novel, and the last one before the Siege. Aka "Oh Fuck, We Forgot to Give Mortarion an Actual Personality and Now He Needs to Do Some Emotional Heavy Lifting." And let me just say, Swallow knocks it out the fucking park on this one. I cried. Then I found out he's not written like this in almost ANY other story, even ones by James Swallow, and I cried even more. Do yourself a favor, pick up the audio book, because the way Jonathon Keebler says "I know" in Interval Two is heartbreaking.

"Lantern's Light" by James Swallow: A lot of BL books have what I like to call a "companion short story" that goes with it. This is the one for Mortarion's half of The Buried Dagger. It elaborates Mort's relationship with the Emperor and why it's so bad (hint: it has nothing to do with the Emperor killing his adopted dad).

Unification by Chris Wraight: One of Mortarion's sons reflects on why he follows Mortarion into battle. A companion short story to The Lords of Silence (see below).

Mortarion Pale King of Barbarus and Verdict of the Scythe by David Annandale: While I wish they had gone more in-depth with his character, they both provide us with some intriguing details into how Mortarion wages war in the Great Crusade, and why he does it in the way he does. As well as what his brothers think of him, and how that weighs on him and his actions (a lot more than he's willing to admit).

The above are really good for Mortarion as his own character, and the tragic protagonist of his own story.

Scars, the Path of Heaven, and Warhawk by Chris Wraight: Whereas these stories are good at depicting Mortarion as his own villainous character. Most stories twist and turn Mortarion's personality to depict him as the Jungian shadow of whatever character is the protagonist of this series. Not so the Jaghatai Khan trilogy. Here he is still (mostly) recognizable as the same character as the Buried Dagger's Mortarion, but now he's a villain. Kind of. He's not the main villain of the first two books, but he kind of is for the third one? He doesn't show up often, but it's interesting when he does.

Daemonology by Chris Wraight: There's only one paragraph from his perspective, and it's the last paragraph of the story. Regardless, it provides us with a rare look at how people weaker than Mortarion who aren't on his good side see him. And it shows us that, like the witches and sorcerers he hates, Mortarion has more brains than sense.

Honorable mentions:

Grandfather's Gift by Guy Haley, because Mortarion enjoys a garden in it and it mentions how much pain Mortarion's transformation is (also, he's mostly naked for most of it, make of that what you will). Flight of the Eisenstein by James Swallow has one or two good scenes with Mortarion, but he's barely in it.

HORUS HERESY AND PRIMARCHS

Saturnine by Dan Abnett: Some people hated it, some people loved it, personally I'm in the Loved It camp? It had some memorable moments and some interesting battles! On the other hand, if you're a Fulgrim fan, skip it, it does him no favors. If you're a Perturabo fan, give it a try! He gets some great Only Sane Man moments (and a shirtless scene. That's not important, but it's there.)

Magnus the Red Master of Prospero by Graham McNeill: It's a Magnus book, but it's a fuckin' banger for Perturabo. Good stuff. Petition to have McNeill write all the Perturabo stuff? Just...not the War of Rust, please.

Lorgar Bearer of the Word by Gav Thorpe: Holy shit, did Lorgar not have a happy childhood. Depicts him very sympathetically!

Fulgrim the Palatine Phoenix by Josh Reynolds and Ferrus Manus Gorgon of Medusa by David Guymer: Both of these go on the list for having scenes that live rent-free in my head, most of them involving either Fulgrim or one of Fulgrim's sons. Josh Reynolds is a really good writer in general, though I think he might be the one who doesn't write for GW/BL anymore.

A Lesson in Darkness by Ian St. Martin: Creepy, serial killer fun starring Konrad Curze doing creepy, fucked-up Night Haunter shit. An Audio Drama.

Angron Slave of Nuceria by Ian St. Martin: a grim look at Angron's backstory, and how the suffering he experienced in his past doomed his entire legion. There's a companion short story called "Ghosts of Nuceria," but I'm saving that one for when I really, really need to cry as if the world is ending, so I haven't read it yet. I've read part of it already and man. Man.

OTHERS FROM 40K

The Lords of Silence by Chris Wraight: Generally agreed to be one of the best Chaos Space Marine novels, it follows the story of a warband of Death Guard, the titular Lords of Silence, as they wage war and have existential crises. Introspective and philosophical at times, and always careful to make everyone a well-rounded character, has mystery elements. The story is told out of order and in the present tense, so if those are dealbreakers for you, you'll have to sit them out. also includes a great scene with Mortarion okay thanks bye

The Way Out by Rachel Harrison: part of the Black Library's Warhammer Horror line, it's an audio drama that will keep you guessing until the end. Spooky and creepy and mysterious.

A couple more honorable mentions to round things out. The following all have scenes that live rent-free in my mind, all are either short stories or novels from Warhammer Horror, all take place in 40k:

The Deacon of Wounds by David Annandale; The Bookkeeper's Skull by Justin D. Hill; Imperator Gladio by Richard Strachan.

AND A FEW FROM AGE OF SIGMAR Not very many, though, because I haven't read very many...

Hallowed Knights: Plague Garden by Josh Reynolds: the only AoS novel I've ever read. Loved it. If Torgun dies, I'll fucking riot. Part of a series that may have been stopped, sadly.

The Vintage by David Annandale: a Warhammer Horror short story I hated the first time, loved the second time. Got a really killer premise, pun not intended. From that one year where Games Workshop decided that all of the Warhammer Horror Week stories would be about vampires.

Anyway, some of the stuff I enjoyed.

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

[Crowley and Aziraphale, meeting up again, after the Angel has decided to go up]

Crowley: Aziraphale, before you go. I had an idea, if Earth were to disappear, along with... with all the stars I created! I think I know a way for us to meet again.

Aziraphale: By... you becoming an angel, again? If you'd let me?

Crowley: No, angel, I don't want to be one ever again! I have grown as a person since then, I don't want to return to it! But I do need you, so just, do this for me will you? I saved you so many times, yet I got nothing in return, you think I just save people?!

Aziraphale: ...You're right. I was being terrible... What did you have in mind?

[Later in Raphael's church]

Aziraphale: What are we doing here?! You know you can't-... oh. You're not... burning?

Crowley: It's my church.

Aziraphale: Oh, right... What exactly do you want me to do?

Crowley: I need you to say, when you're asked, "I do".

Aziraphale: i do-?

Crowley: Shsh, not yet.

[There was a priest, that Crowley has found, to do a simple, private wedding. They were both standing before him, and the altar, listening to his ramblings about God. Or at least, they pretended to, through halfway.]

Aziraphale: I haven't agreed on this Crowley.

Crowley: Please, just, let him finish this, alright? No need to do the proper events that would come after a wedding.

Aziraphale: I want a proper one then, with all of our friends included! When the time's right!

Crowley: We've been through one armageddon already, I don't suppose this should be delayed any longer. I'm sorry it can't be to your liking.

Aziraphale: It's... I understand, but why-

Crowley: Priests are vessels to God.

Priest: Have you prepared any vows?

Crowley: Oh, it's okay, I'm pretty sure, we don't have the time right now. Besides I'm sure we remember everything we have done for each other. Right, angel?

Priest: Is this a secret, rush ceremony?

Crowley: You could call it that yes.

Priest: Well then. The rings please.

Aziraphale, upon seeing the rings, he has teared up, reality hitting in: Rings? I-... I already have one

Crowley, as he was placing the ring on Aziraphale's ring finger: You can think of it as a reminder of me. So, you never forget...

Crowley, handing him his ring to put on him too: And, a reminder of you, for me, that I could count on you too.

Aziraphale: ...

Priest, while they are placing the rings on: My son, you seem to be concerned about the ceremony. Know that this isn't about paperwork, and having to live off of each other. You won't hate him right after this day ends. This ceremony is for you, that you want to stand beside each other, together forever, against all bad that may come your way. Strengthening each other, by not just only you, but by God looking out for you.

Aziraphale: Wh-what?

Crowley: Best part-

Priest: Will you, Azi..Raphael-

Crowley: Aziraphale.

Priest: Do you take Crowley's hand, and him to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live and Death do you apart?

Crowley: Not even Death.

Aziraphale, looking at Crowley with still not much of an idea of what's happening: I-... I do.

Priest: Do you take Aziraphale's hand, and him to be your husband to live(...)

Crowley, confidently stating: I do. As always have.

Aziraphale, is blushing but also could argue with that statement.

Priest: In the sight of God as witness, I now pronounce you husband and husband.

Aziraphale, surprised by the statement, but now everything made sense to him. They just made a vow in front of God: Crowley- How is this a good idea, do you know what could happen?!

Priest: You may kiss your husband!

Crowley, leaning in for the kiss: I know, that this way, God permits us to be together forever. Let it be anywhere.

The priest, sentimental from finally hearing someone taking it seriously, is now talking to Aziraphale: It is how he says, my son. On Earth, we might have been born into danger, hatred, and sin. But in marriage, we get the blessing from God for us to share our lives together with our loved ones, feeling and making love, with her permit.

Aziraphale: E-erm…

Crowley, using his puppy eyes: The point is, that we can be together.

Aziraphale, slowly giving in, and releasing his love that he held back for so long now from Crowley, finally kisses him: You… you good demon!

The kiss takes Crowley by surprise, but he quickly welcomes it, and melts into it.

When they finish, the priest urges them outside, so they don't get caught by whatever that might be after them, but they don't mind.

[Outside of the church]

Crowley, with a soft tone: Thank you, angel!

Aziraphale: This isn't over! When I'm done with, whatever I can come up with up there… We're redoing this… properly!

Crowley, still in a daze: Sure thing, angel. Anytime~

Previous

[sircrayons]

GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS!!

God Aziraphale seriously mirrors the preachy-ness so many people afflicted by the negative aspects of religion have. Like he reminds me of a catholic priest with good intentions but a condescending way of talking to others who dont share their beliefs.

Things like his holier than thou "open your hearts to salvation!" attitude of "if you do ____ youll go to hell!", or "I forgive you" emulating the response of "may god forgive/save you".

What Aziraphale needs to understand is that Crowleys sense of morality does not stem from the same "good" as defined by heavenly values and Godly basis (or just taking morality soley based on what the bible says). Sort of like when Christians ask "If you dont believe in God, then what stops you from killing a baby?".

Crowley does what his conscience tells him is RIGHT. He knows what's right because with the path hes carved out for himself he has the freedom to question his own beliefs and debate things without being chastised for disobedience or "lack of faith".

He really needs to learn to heal from this trauma and to unravel the heavy brainwashing and to see beyond the black and white scale as dictated by heaven and hell, the "us versus them" mentality hes clearly still internally struggling with.

It's not a one to one parallel, but you can really see the same type of struggle--and how he realizes that the system is corrupt and thinking he can change it and not realizing the system itself is the problem and that the Metatron probably only gave him power because he and Crowley would stir up too much trouble if they stayed together.

Like he clearly has his own beliefs and he questions heaven, but it's hard for him to let go of the set of morals that has defined him for a long time and the idea that hes like that still kind of scares him.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there!! Thank you so much for running this wonderful blog! As someone who has only recently started to get into fanfiction your recommendations have been very helpful.

I was wondering: I’ve read quite a few historical fics, and while all of those were wonderful, I was wondering if there were any fics set in a futuristic (like post 21st century or something) setting that you would recommend? It can be cannon compliant or not it doesn’t really matter to me, but I would prefer something not E-rated. :)

Thanks again for this great blog!!

Hello! Here are some future fics for you...

The Four Hundredth Anniversary Is Stars by AstroGirl (G)

They make it to Alpha Centauri eventually, via the tourist route.

Celestial Passengers by syrupfactory (T)

Passengers adaptation for the Good Omens RomCom Event  In the distant future on the planet Homestead II, Aziraphale and Crowley recall the journey that brought the first settlers there. The starship Avalon transported five thousand hibernating passengers from Earth to this new world, and their safe arrival was declared miraculous … which sparked a curious rumor that angels must have accompanied and protected them. Aziraphale is happy to keep that legend alive as long as there are people who want to believe. His husband is mostly just amused.

Revelation by syrupfactory (M)

The year is 3021, and Aziraphale and Crowley have been married for a thousand years. Together, they manage the London Archive, a futuristic information hub that stands on the same block that one held a bookstore. An Anglican priest who visits regularly has a huge crush on Aziraphale, and Crowley is amused … until the priest grows bitter enough to make a very poor choice. As it turns out, envy is a bad look for a man of the cloth, and pissing off an angel is far worse.

This One Is Special by AppleSeeds (M)

Heaven and Hell are joining forces against humanity as written in the Divine Plan. Aziraphale is desperate to stop them, convinced that if he can just find evidence to show Gabriel that there is still hope for humanity, he might be able to persuade him to stand down. All he needs is one human, someone who has learnt to be better and wants to save the world... Might that person be Crowley, a man who has just quit his job and joined a spiritual retreat while he tries to work out what to do with his life in the face of unethical corporate practices, yet another pandemic and impending ecological collapse? Crowley is surprised by the interest Aziraphale is taking in him, listening to him like no one ever has before. Aziraphale also happens to be completely lovely and gorgeous enough to make Crowley reverse his decision not to think about men on this retreat. It's still a bit of a shock when Crowley wakes up surrounded by candles with Aziraphale actually in his bedroom though...

Binary Star by TriffidsandCuckoos (T)

After abandoning the Earth in the wake of a more environmental apocalypse, humanity has taken to the stars. Crowley stayed behind to restore the Earth; Aziraphale followed the humans into space. After almost two centuries, the latest prophet arrives in Aziraphale’s archive, determined to rectify this.

- Mod D

[cpopnatural]

15x11 Notes

-every time I see a pool table I think man I miss Crowley

-CASSSSSS

-“Agent Lizzo” brother

-Cas……the voice break is doing here saying “Jack” kills me

-“dude Lactaid”

-“when you were four? Between naptime and snack?”

-the chunks in the viscera are crazy

-coughs blood once and pulls out the pack of smokes

-cunty evil redhead trope strikes again

-“Lady, I’m Tolstoy”

-no priest jokes please

-Jack kneeling in a reversal of Moriah where his father is trying to save him instead of kill him…

-that’s his son…

-lol nice polytheism explanation

-deus ex machina moment this is so funny

-in a way. Supernatural is like The Odyssey

-HUG YOUR SON

This one was pretty fun. Some memorable lines and I love to see the whole reunion. 7/10

[shades-o-grey]

For @aydracz, who left a lovely comment asking to share my recommendations. <3

Here you go!

First up are some one shots.

'Of Love and Lattes' : by edna_blackadder

Short and sweet and perfect for the season. Crowley is a cranky barista and Tracy's coffee shop and Aziraphale is a customer with a sweet tooth with a penchant for seasonal drinks and making Crolwey's Job harder.

'Passive-Aggressive Bouquets': by susieboo

Supper silly fun and quick read for a quick fix. Aziraphale runs a flower shop where he gets an odd customer who storms in and demands help with revenge bouquets of flowers with very specific meanings.

Longer Recommendations

12 days: by Lunasong365, sous_le_saule

12 chapters/10.9k

A vacation love affair fic set on a beach in France and also translated from French. Crowley is a uni-student saving up for his study-abroad in England working as a beach vendor. Aziraphale is a university professor on a sabbatical in France trying to forget about all the work he has to do and trying to freshen up on his French. (Has mentions and eludes to sex and sexual acts but nothing graphic.)

And now for my Faveourites

The Rose Thief and the Priest: by ImprobableDreams900

4 chapters/ 15k

Absolution adore this one. Plot and characterizations had me hooked. Basically, Crowley is a Horticulturist and Rose expert who spots a what could possibly be a rare breed of rose in a church yard. Aziraphale is the stuffy priest who is looking after the parish while the vicar is away. Some rose theft hijinks ensues with unexpected results. I really really recommend this one it's so good.

You Might Think I'm Crazy (All I Want is You): by soft_october

5 chapter / 23.8k

Tbh, I didn't even realise this one was strictly book-omens until I went back and read the publication date and the fandom tag. So lovely, every character is so *character* it is PEAK coffee shop AU. Aziraphale is a stuffy book shop owner who appreciates his soluitude and lack of shop-foot traffic - he doesn't appreciate the passive-agressive notices from the neighbourhood shop committee and the suspicious men in dark suits who keep lurking around and asking him to sell. And he certainly lothes the idea of having a coffee shop opening next door.

Sort of one-sided-enemy- to friends- to-maybe-something-more. Would deff give it a read if you're starved for a good coffee shop AU and love Anathama Device wingmanship.

Been making my way through basically every page of the Aziraphale/Crowley Tag on AO3 and have now reached the fics circa 2015 before the show came out.

Its interesting to see how their relationship is so essentially the same but how little things feel so different between before their on screen portrayals.

One little tid-bit I'm enjoying is how in the absence of Gabriel and Lord Beeze from the show the 4 horsemen tend to be featured more as secondary characters with bearing on the plots in the human AUs I gravitate toward.

Since we haven't got Red hair Crowley in a half-bun yet or Davids Tennant's Iconic *gestures vaguely in the air* there's no paragraphs of prose describing their long silky flames of crimson locks or the swaggering of barely attached hips and sprawled limbs.

And since they haven't been exposed to the devastating effect of Micheal-Sheens facial expressions and puppy eyes, Aziraphale comes across a little more aloof, but still the fussy bastard we all love, and he still has Crowley just as wipped.

Im having a great time.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 312

Unhuman Nature

I want to sleep before midnight, so while I have at least one more dw ep to catch up, it’s strictly spn tonight

“Unhuman Nature”

Plot Description: Dean takes an ill Jack on the ride of his life, while Nick is consumed by wicked temptations as he searches for his family’s killer

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I have no connection to nick’s family’s murder…that’s who he’s goin after

The red rays in the stained glass behind Nick as he made his speech to the priest he just killed? For everything this show does good or bad, the imagery sometimes is just top tier

(Megumi came over for attention, and while I went in to kiss her nose, she wanted to give me kisses. The only problem was, she had just come from her food bowl and wasn’t fully done chewing. New cat mom experience unlocked)

Me 🤝 Cas: staring lovingly in a parental way at our respective orphan

Making up info for Jack’s trip to the ER is proving really difficult for the boys. It’s now occurring to me how much they rely on Cas to heal them whenever anything goes wrong

It’s the way Dean was so dead set on being the one who would kill Jack when he inevitably turned evil, and now he’s yelling TO Jack that they’ll be right there through his whole medical procedure ❤️

Nick just got a new target in his revenge plot

Noooooo, Jack needs his powers back now.

Why did you tell Rowena that Jack is SPECIFICALLY Lucifer’s son? The guy who tried to kill her on more than one occasion, who is the cause of death of her own son (um. Also? Did you know that was the final death of Crowley?? I can’t remember if I ranted about it before, but even though it would undercut his heroic sacrifice, I really thought he would come back somehow)

They say nice things about Roro?? Awwww, she does have a heart

Hey Dean? What’s goin on with YOU now?? I don’t like how your vision is goin in and out there

Dude. Nick. I know you got issues, but you got ISSUES

Jack’s bucket list sucks. Well, it doesn’t all suck. Hockey games are fun, but ‘get a parking ticket’? Dream bigger. Catch an arson charge

Does Jack even know HOW to drive? And I’m guessing that’s manual…he’s so adorable though

Nick’s TERRIFYING

Jack is so wise beyond his….year or so of life. Instead of all the grand things he said he wanted to do, he really wanted to drink beer and go fishing with Dean because Dean said that’s something he and John did, and the way he said it signaled to Jack that it was his happiest memory of his father. I’m NOT CRYING. YOU ARE

When did Cas get an upgrade on his car?

Oh. I don’t like that. Like, yes, let’s save Jack with what the shaman Ketch knows gives you, but know the price you’re paying for it. You just wrote a blank check on behalf of the Winchester boys, Castiel. And while I have no doubt they would’ve done the same, you’re gonna feel guilty about it one day

So the cop TECHNICALLY did it but in a “literally possessed by a demon” way…I’m so scared to see what Nick’s gonna do to him. Oh. The hammer again.

I hope this works. I don’t want Jack to goooooo

The glowing eyes was a good sign, I think. No. No. Nooooo. Jack’s worse off now

I can’t believe Nick is potentially about to raise Lucifer from the empty. Are you fucking kidding?? (Though, if this is the way to cure Jack, maybe……)