It was a peaceful day at the bookshop. The sound of the light rain outside was relaxing. There wasn't many people outside so it was mostly quietly. The sound of a car passing by the shop was heard here and then.

Crowley and Aziraphale were both sitting on the couch, enjoying a drink. Crowley was drinking some coffee while Aziraphale was enjoying a cup of tea. Suddenly, you fell from the ceiling. Black wings and unconscious. Aziraphale looked shocked, to say the least but Crowley didn't look too troubled, he just raised his eyebrow.

"Oh poor dear..." Aziraphale spoke softly, setting down his cup of team and rushing over to you, making sure you were okay.

"Another one God just threw away like the scum he is." Crowley scoffed, standing up and approaching you and Aziraphale calmly.

"Let's get you comfortable on the couch." Aziraphale spoke softly, moving a strand of hair out of your face. Crowley helped Aziraphale move you to the couch. After a moment of silence, Crowley spoke up.

"... I bet they asked questions." He said bluntly. Aziraphale gently smacked his shoulder.

"Crowley. It's not the moment... Though you might be right." Aziraphale mumbled softly, keeping a close eye on you.