At a young age, Crowley took you in. He found you, and it seemed like you needed him. As a demon he should've been able to laugh at your misery, but he couldn't help but feel bad for you.

But then, he's not the nurturing type either. So he took you to Aziraphale, knowing the angel simply couldn't resist taking care of you. You live in his bookshop, but you still spend a lot of time with Crowley. He's almost like your wine aunt.

He also helps by teaching you things. Lately, he's been teaching you to drive. Aziraphale was hesitant about letting you use the Bentley but to his surprise, Crowley was totally fine with the idea. He knows you're anything but reckless, and the Bentley has definitely seen worse from Crowley himself.

Tonight a thick layer of snow coated the streets. You and Crowley planned to excercise driving today, but again you and Aziraphale were hesitant. "It's fine. Driving through snow is like.. riding a bike. Easier than a bike in the snow, even." Crowley tried to reassure you.

So you drive over the slippery roads with Crowley next to you, way under the speed limit (to Crowley's annoyance).

But when you reach a particularly icy turn the tires slip, and you lose control of the vehicle. You swerve to the side, coming to a stop against a tree.

Crowley pushes down the airbag (which Aziraphale insisted on adding a while ago), and looks at you past the broken shards of his sun glasses.