THE Conversation
Small SPN/GO Crossover - Not characters, just the idea that “hunters” and lower-level demons also exist in this universe. ReaderxAziraphale
A/N: I usually only write drabbles and bits of fic that never see the light of day, but I figured why not go ahead and post it!
Aziraphale and reader (and once Crowley pops in) put all their cards on the table, so to speak.
“Well it’s complicated.” Aziraphale sighed, nervously toying with the buttons on his overcoat. “What isn’t?” You replied with a shrug, “If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.” He was visibly uncomfortable, despite having been the one to initiate the conversation that he was now desperately trying to get out of. Presently you were both sitting in the back room of his bookshop. The sign on the front door long-since turned over to ‘closed’, and two empty tea cups sat on nearby surfaces. “I want to. No, that’s a lie, I don’t want to talk about it. But I feel it necessary. It wouldn’t be right to withhold it from you.” He continued to fetter and you figured best to just let him get it out of his system. Though you were starting to worry at what could have him so distraught. You’d been coming to the book “shop” regularly (almost daily) for about a year, though you’d never seen anyone actually purchase anything. Nor had you purchased anything yourself. It acted as more of a museum or library, really. Aziraphale had quickly won you over, and had even introduced you to his friend Crowley. Though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, you’d developed quite a crush on Aziraphale. You couldn’t help but be infatuated with him - he was like warm tea on a cold day, and the first flowers of spring. He was warm and loving, and made you feel comfortable and content in a way you’d never known before. As for right-now, it looked like he may have finally managed the courage to say what he’d wanted to tell you. Aziraphale took a deep breath. “Y/N, my dear, what I’ve been trying to say is that, well... It’s just that I’m an -“ “Angel? You here?” Crowley’s voice rang out, growing louder as he approached, “Light was on so I thought you might- oh hullo! Am I interrupting?” Aziraphale looked utterly defeated. His shoulders slumped and he dared a glance in your direction. “I’m an angel. And Crowley is a demon.” “OH my Satan. You’re having THE conversation. Terrible timing on my part.” Crowley drawled as he draped himself over an empty chair, materializing a bowl of popcorn to much on while he observed. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. They were both so dramatic. The two ethereal beings eyed you, anxiously awaiting your response or reaction. “I know, silly.” You said, smiling warmly at Aziraphale in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I recognized the Enochian in your ledger. And you keep dropping feathers.” While you were talking you dug your fingers between the cushion of your chair, grasping for a moment until you produced a pristine white feather tipped in gold. “And as for Crowley, I could sense it but his eyes gave it away, obviously.” Both Crowley and Aziraphale stuttered and tried to grasp what you’d just said. “How in hell-“ “Well I’ll be damned-“ “How could you even-“ “Open my wings ONE time and they get everywhere-“ Not knowing what else to do in that moment, the angel snapped his fingers, producing a silver tray with three cups of tea. You reached over to select a cup, holding it delicately in your hands. He cleared his throat and attempted to regain some composure. “H-how long have you known? And how do you even know what Enochian is? And -“ You held up a hand to halt the barrage of questions. “You’ve revealed your secrets, now it’s time I reveal mine. Get comfortable, it’s kind of a long story.” Sipping your tea, you looked to both angel and demon, and began your tale. “My father was a hunter, and I don’t mean lumberjacks or turkey shoots. He hunted bad things. Supernatural bad things. That line of work you pick up a few tricks along the way. I know a couple of sigils for warding and protection, few spells and incantations, and by proxy a bit of Enochian. In the early 1900’s, I was 22 or 23, and I was stupid. My father was wounded badly trying to clear out a vampire nest. Doctors said he wasn’t going to make it. Out of desperation, I summoned a demon named Alastair. Sold my soul for the ability to heal my father and make sure he’d be safe. I got two years with a demon’s powers to heal him, and then I’d be hauled off via Hell Hound. When my dad found out he was livid. He made a deal with Alastair behind my back - my father’s soul then instead of mine in 2 years. Alastair got the props for taking out a big shot hunter, and I got my debt erased, lost my father, but somehow I got to keep my powers. I always just assumed Alastair took some semblance of pity on me. I didn’t want to hunt - I’d had too many friends and family die and I’m really not the type for it. I was always better at the lore and research part. So I did that for other hunters for a while. Moved around a bit, went to school for a little while, took odd jobs when I got bored. And then eventually around the 70’s settled down in London, and here we are.” You stopped to sip at your tea and let them absorb your tale. Crowley was the first to speak up. “Sooo you - Y/N - have demon powers?” Nodding, you snapped your fingers. Instead of the day clothes you’d been wearing, you were now clad in leggings and a cozy gray sweater. Another snap of your fingers and the gramophone near the front of the shop started playing a record of Vivaldi. You knew Aziraphale enjoyed Vivaldi and thought he might appreciate the gesture. One last snap and in a blink you were no longer sitting in the chair you had previously occupied, but were now seated next to Aziraphale. He jumped and let out a quiet “oh!” in surprise. “Oh, and I can do the eye thing. No wings though. But I think only lesser demons do the eye thing to freak out humans.” “I hate to ask, but what is the eye thing?” Aziraphale inquired cautiously. The expressions on their faces were near unreadable, and especially for Aziraphale that was a surprise. He always wore his emotions on his sleeve, so you were concerned that this was going to push him over the edge. You gently reached out and placed your hand on his knee. “I don’t want to freak you out. I know this is a lot.” He placed a soft, well-manicured hand over yours. “I’m all right, dear. Just a little taken aback is all. Here I was expecting to make some grand reveal but it’s you who is full of surprises tonight.” He gave a little smile that made you melt. “Okay, here goes.” You blinked and looked back up at the angel. Your eyes now completely black. No iris, no whites. Just black. He stiffened, but didn’t pull away. Another blink and your eyes were back to normal. “Well that’s a relief”, huffed Crowley, “now you two can get on with it and save us all a lot of trouble.” He gestured broadly toward you and Aziraphale, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and attempting to catch it in his mouth. You and Aziraphale both looked at each other, brows furrowed, and then at Crowley. “Just what is that supposed to mean?!” Aziraphale asked, scandalized by the demon’s implication. “Ohhhh, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Or if you don’t, she will,” Crowley sent a wink your way. “Now that’s settled, I’m off. Ciao!” In a blink, Crowley was gone. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just didn’t want to ruin things.” You said softly, looking up at the angel through your eyelashes. “No need for apologies, I felt the same way.” He placed a careful hand on your check, and you leaned in to his touch. “Now that everything’s on the table, so to speak, would you like to have dinner with me sometime?” He asked, somehow still nervous that you might say no. “I would love that.”
