Imagine Satan popped up at the end of S2, offered Crowley a job over an innocent cup of tea. Some vague threats over the soft angel he’s been spending too much time around. And how they could easily make him suffer. Unless perhaps Aziraphale wanted to offer his brains for a good cause. The next war. Why won’t Crowley suggest this perhaps.
Crowley asks Aziraphale to help him. Stop them. Begs him. Says he needs him.Â
But Aziraphale says there’s no point. Heaven and Hell can’t change. It’s the divine plan. And walks away from him. Then turns back from the door and grabs Crowley by the lapels and kisses him. Expecting Crowley to change his mind. Leaves.
But Crowley decides to go, determined to try and avoid the next disaster. And he does. He works hard in the disgusting place he despises to avoid another war while Aziraphale back on Earth spirals, loses the shop to mafia, sleeps next to Crowley’s car that’s gathering dust.Â
3 years laters Crowley shows up, looking for lost Eric or somebody and comes across Aziraphale. Dirty and drunk, asleep in alley. Oh but first Mrs Sandwich stops and gives Crowley shit about the whole street falling apart because of him.Â
Aziraphale tells Crowley to fuck off. He has been abandoned after all. And he’s terribly drunk. ... Crowley of course immediately scoops Aziraphale into his arms and apologises profusely for being away for so long and leaving him.













