Forget Me Not

A dream of a garden

Crowley finds himself in a lush garden. He's concealed in the underbrush as a booming voice scolds a man and woman. The sky is open with glorious beams of light showing through. The voice tells the couple that because they've disobeyed they are exiled from the garden.

After the disembodied voice leaves, Crowley comes out from the foliage. He sees a figure on the high wall. Crowley goes to speak to them. On the wall is a person dressed in a white robe. It's that man from the other day!

"What are you doing here?" Crowley asks, now standing tall next to him.

The man turns to Crowley and answers, "I'm guarding this garden."

Crowley knows the man's name, Aziraphale, but he asks anyways, "who are you."

Aziraphale simply replies, "I am the angel of the Eastern Gate." Angel? Crowley looks him up and down. I guess that makes sense.

Crowley wets his lip while thinking. "Do you know who I am?"

The angel squints at him, not in an angry manner but in a questioning manner. "Of course," he says with a chuckle, "you're the serpent in the garden."

To this, Crowley takes a beat. He bites the inside of his cheek and nods, "riiight." He clicks his tongue. "You know who I really am? Like in the real world?"

Aziraphale's wears a soft smile, "of course I do, Crowley." He says his name with such loving tone.

Crowley's heart pounds in his chest. He blurts, "who am I then? What's happened to me?"

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale's eyes glaze over as he looks deep into Crowley's, "I can't tell you that." Beautiful white wings sprout from his back and with several flaps Aziraphale is rising further from the wall.

"Wait! Don't go," Crowley yells out. Out of nowhere wings as black as tar appear on his own back. He clumsily flaps them, trying them out. Crowley's feet leave the wall and he's in the sky with Aziraphale. Desperately, he tries to climb up to the angel.

His wings catch fire. Crowley flails about still trying to rise. It's no use. He plummets downward with a trail of smoke. He smells burning sulfur as he falls from the sky.

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Crowley jerks awake in his bed, covered in sweat. His breathing is labored. Morning birds sing outside his window. Crowley places his hand to his chest as his heart thuds.

"What the fuck was that," he says to himself. Crowley swallows thick saliva. "Fuck! That was-" he takes deep breaths to gain control of his lungs.

Crowley swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up. He props his elbows on his knees. He thinks for a moment, taking in the dream before it fades from his mind. Crowley knows what he needs to do.

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I know this one was really short, sorry! I was planning on it being part of the chapter before but that was way too much. Anyways thank you for reading :)