They truly had found themselves in a sticky situation, the demon and angel duo that traversed the earth and waking realm. All of their more easily accessed ties were all exhausted and proved fruitless, but Crowley (ever the mastermind) had an idea.

“There’s one person we haven’t talked to quite yet.” Crowley mentioned offhandedly in the midst of looking through ancient tomes Aziraphale had collected over the years. Said angel lifted his eyes from the words on the book to look at his devilish companion.

“And who might that be?” He asked softly, almost bewildered. He was sure he had exhausted all options at their disposal

“Someone we both know.” Crowley drew out the sentence, turning the book and tapping a certain page. The weathered paper held the inked words “Ways to Summon the Lady of the Dreaming.”

“Her?” he gasped, looking around. “Crowley, you know how she is nowadays.” You were barely fit to help them if what they heard was true. Your husband had gone missing and you were driving yourself up the wall in your efforts to find him.

“Too late.” he hummed, already summoning you. They needed you, and should you prove helpful (as he knew you always did, you and Crowley were great friends. And you adored Aziraphale from the times you had seen and interacted with him before your fall.) they would be free to help you as well.