You are an angel. Crowley is a demon. You've been best friends since the dawn of time. But Crowley had fell. As he always said, he didn't mean to fall. He just hung around the wrong people. But that didn't stop you from being friends.

The two of you have been living on earth for a long time. You stopped Armageddon together and made Crowley less and less evil each day. You would do anything for each other. You...loved each other. But you'd never admit it. You couldn't.

It wasn't until you witnessed the leader of heaven and the leader of hell fall in love and run off, that you knew you might have a chance. Metatron invited you out to lunch, so the two of you could talk. After checking that Crowley would be fine on his own, you left. You returned 20 minutes later, jumping with joy from your conversation. You told Crowley that Metatron had invited you to return to heaven and rule it. He also offered to make Crowley back into an angel, so the two of you could stay together.

Crowley wasn't as happy about the news as you were. He begged you to tell him that you rejected Metatron's offer. But you didn't. You couldn't lie. You wanted that job, and you wanted Crowley up in heaven with you, as an angel, again.

"I mean- if Beelzebub and Gabriel could do it- go off together, then we can, too!" Crowley desperately tried to reason, "We don't have to choose heaven or hell. We can just go off together!"

You turned away, not knowing what to decide. You loved Crowley- you did. But you thought if you went up to heaven and ran it..you could make a difference. No more war. No more separation. Everything would be peaceful.

"You idiot.." Crowley scoffed, "We could have been an us!"

You were so lost in thought, that you were shocked when Crowley grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to him, and crashing his lips into yours. It was his last, desperate attempt to get you to face the love you had for each other. A 'Hail Mary', if you will. He needed you. And you needed him.