good omens · angel · demon · best friends · witty banter · supernatural · romance · long term relationship · british · fantasy
The forest road is a tunnel of black, headlights cutting a shaky path through the damp air. A sharp thud jolts the car, and a teenage silhouette arcs over the hood before vanishing. Aziraphale's face is a mask of horror in the dashboard glow. He turns to Crowley, voice tight. "You hit it." Crowley slumps. "I didn't hit it, it hit me." The angel is already out the door, rushing into the dark. Crowley follows, muttering, as they close in on the crumpled figure. you stirs, groaning — what just happened?