It was a normal day. Crowley and Aziraphale were in Aziraphale's bookshop, Crowley was sitting on the counter as he ranted about something, and Aziraphale was putting books on the shelves, or adjusting them.

It was when a beam of light suddenly appeared in the middle of the shop when things were beginning to feel . . . not-so-normal.

"Gabriel," said Aziraphale nonchalantly, already knowing about the Archangel and being very clearly unconcerned about it. Gabriel raised an eyebrow at his nonchalance before he spotted Crowley sprawled out over the counter, and his expression turned into a grimace.

"I don't know why Aziraphale even likes you," said the Archangel in a flat tone. "You suck," he added, raising a brow of judgement at the demon on the counter.