Crowley was sure God was an alpha. Why else would She make omega demons and angels go through heat? Alphas had ruts, sure, but that was once every couple years. Heats were spurred on by something as small as an alpha’s scent.

Which is how he’s gotten here, nesting in Aziraphale’s bed. The angel just smelled like home - vanilla and old books combining in an intoxicating scent that made him weak in the knees. So he took a nap in his bed after a long, overwhelming day and now...