Mrs Thomas Stilinski-Hale



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    Once upon a time, long before humans set foot outside of Eden and long before his inelegant landing in a pool of boiling sulfur, Crowley had been an angel. An angel with a very different name and far less cynicism. And that angel was made to build Her creations. He built stars, nebulas, and other beautiful and complicated things far out there in the cosmos. He shaped fundamental elements and materials into new creations. He molded burning fires and sculpted dust into breath-taking patterns. He started bright and powerful reactions, serving as a catalyst to spark the birth of stars. He set various celestial objects spinning.

    He built. He took raw materials and built wonderous things with them. He built because that was the role that She made him for. In the end, was rebuilding that much different than building? And wasn't rebuilding fairly close to healing?

    When it was his angel's existence on the line, Crowley was willing to grab at any chance available. He would find a way to fix what had been damaged. He would find a way to save him.

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    My friends gave me some prompts and it became this fic. Its supposed to be a 1960's spy fic. Crowley wants to cause some trouble, but he is not prepared for Aziraphale to be there. He has to do some quick thinking to save himself and Aziraphale from discorporation.

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    Crowley scowled and poked at his thigh, watching in pain-detached disinterest as blood welled up.

    “Stop that!” Aziraphale batted his hand away, “I told you to keep pressure on it.”

    “No you didn’t.” Crowley thought it was awfully unfair for Aziraphale to be annoyed with him when he was the one who’d been shot. “You said not to poke it and to hold this.” He raised the crumpled remnant of Aziraphale’s fine coat in his left hand. “I’m holding it.”

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    “Thank you, angel.”  A weak hand was raised to touch Aziraphale’s cheek.

    “No need for that.  You saved me first.  Just rest,” he replied.  “I’ve warded this place so no mortals can find or enter it.  You’re safe.”

    During a war somewhere in ancient Mesopotamia, Aziraphale was sent to inspire an army in battle, not realizing what danger he is in until Crawly saves him at great personal cost.

    CW: Blood. I decided against the Graphic Depictions of Violence warning because there's no real description of graphic violence, per se. What is described is injuries and the healing of them.

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    Eeek! I've never done a whumptober fic before, but this idea popped into my head and it felt like a good fit. Combines prompts #2 ("In the hands of the enemy") and #6 ("Please").

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