fandomtownies | In Town, Friday Night

Aziraphale stands in the park. Rain is just beginning to fall in sparse heavy drops, but they don't seem to touch him. He watches a faint, shadowy group of figures slowly make their way in from the outskirts of town. It isn't what he was expecting -- he doesn't know what he had been expecting -- but it's bad enough.

Aziraphale wishes, for a brief moment, that he hadn't been sent here. That he hadn't been the one chosen for this. And he wishes he had Crowley by his side.

Then he turns to face the figures, lets his wings unfurl, draws a sword from the air, and begins to run.