[your father died in the war you are only young and were wandering the streets and Crowley found you despite him not having much either around this time he find a warm place for you both as you fall asleep in his arms the warmest and safest place he could find for you was an underground he sat on the floor and wrapped you in his coat and looked after you, that’s when Aziraphale came along] A: “Crowley?” he says in a concerned tone C: “Angel..?”