Ineffable ~ Good Omens One Shots

Angel Forming In The Snow [angst w/h/e] -ineffable husbands-

A/N: Christmas chapter. Why? Because I don't know the details of any other winter holiday. If you have a particular winter holiday you want me to write, and you can well explain it and answer my questions about it, please request me to write that holiday because I really feel bad for just being able to write Christmas.

Also my heart is throbbing because of this chapter.

"Hey Aziraphale," Crowley said. He smiled sadly with tears rolling down his cheeks, "I wanted to come see you for Christmas. I wish we could spend it together."

Crowley pulled his jacket closer to his body. It was getting colder out, and nobody was there to keep him warm. He was cold blooded, and didn't have an angel to hold him close.

"I miss you."

Crowley licked his dry lips as he started down at the ground. He placed a few poinsettias on Aziraphale's grave.

"I wish you could be here. We'd have a Christmas like last year. I'd bake you cookies and light a fire then curl up in your arms."

A chilling wind blew against Crowley. The snow began to pick up. This was supposed to be rare, but for the past thirteen years they had received white Christmases.

"I should be going. I hate to leave you out here in the cold. I hate leaving you in general."

Crowley laid a tin of shortbreads in front of the headstone.

"Merry Christmas, angel."

He sauntered back to the Bentley, getting in quick.

"Damn it angel, why did you die?"

The angel's face was as clear as day. His soft smile was painted vibrantly. Stars rested in his eyes.

"Merry Christmas Crowley!"

"Oh, hey angel."

"I got you something!"

A box wrapped in red paper was placed in Crowley's hands.

"Uh... Thanks, angel."

He tore into the paper and opened the box.

"Angel! You shouldn't have!"

"Snake sweater. I made it myself."

"I love it, Aziraphale."

Deep inside Crowley hated it then, but now things were different.

He appreciated everything more now that Aziraphale was gone.

The book shop was one of his most appreciated spots. He practically lived there now.

All of Aziraphale's stuff was his now.

On certain occasions he'd put on some of Aziraphale's old clothes. Some of them still lingered with the smell of cologne and sweets.

"Beautiful angel... Wonderful angel... Smells so much like you. All I need."

Crowley started to cry. He laid down on the bed and sobbed until he gave into his reptile like hibernation ways.

Miles away an angel was starting to stir awake.

"Crowley!" he shouted as he banged on the lid of the coffin. Eventually he broke the wood. Dirt poured onto his face.

"Disgusting," he mumbled as he started to dig himself out.

Six feet of dirt took eight hours.

It was pitch black out when Aziraphale arose from his grave. Snow blanketed the ground. The only option he had was to walk home.

After hours of trudging through snow he reached the book shop.

"Crowley!" he shouted when he walked in, "I'm home!"

He discovered the demon asleep on his bed.

"Crowley dear, wake up."

"Az-Aziraphale... You're alive?"

The demon looked up at the angel. He started to cry.

"Your face... You were dead."

"I'm alive."

"Angel... Oh angel," Crowley cried as he hugged Aziraphale, "I missed you."

"I'm here now Crowley."

"You're all wet. Turn on the lights. You need a warm bath."

Aziraphale leaned in and sighed, "Crowley, please don't worry too much about me. I'm fine."

Crowley caressed Aziraphale's cheeks in both his hands and said, "Angel, I love you. Best Christmas gift ever."