Aziraphale was in his bedroom, writhing as blood dripped down his now wingless back. Heaven didn’t like the way he ran it, he was ‘too soft’. So, Heaven being the way Heaven is, they took his wings. And since he left Crowley, Crowley was no longer at the bookshop, no where to be seen in fact. He was all alone in excruciating pain, being the angriest and most upset you’ve seen him. He didn’t even know you were standing in the doorway