I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, but I saw a review just a couple minutes ago and threw myself to my computer to write so...here's a new chapter! Again, I don't own anything!

Aziraphale's eyes twinkled, and Crowley's face was red with laughter (and the alcohol he had consumed) as the angel talked about Castiel's childhood.

"A-and then...," Aziraphale said between bursts of laughter, "He could never show his wavelength around the northern gate again!"

The Winchester boys didn't laugh as hard as Crowley did, partly because of the use of angel terminology(1) and partly because Crowley was drunk off his ass and would probably laugh at an empty wall.

"Okay, angel, sssince you got to tell your ssstory,"Crowley hissed,"Lemme tell you boysss about Babylon..."

"No!"

Sam looked to Aziraphale with an eyebrow raised, and silently noted that Crowley was hissing.

"I-i mean, they don't want to hear about Babylon, dear! Ah, did I tell you about...Mesopotamia?(2)" Aziraphale yelped.

Dean smiled wickedly, then said, "I want to hear about Babylon."

"Okay. Ssso 'Zira was drunk off his arssse, 'caussssse it wass his firsssssst time trying wine—it had been around for sssome time, but he'sss ssso...anywaysss, then we—(3)"

Crowley was inturuppted by both the arrival of a storm of books and Aziraphale trying stop him from continuing.

Castiel, holding seventeen scrolls and balancing three books precariously on his head, was followed by what seems to be a whole library's worth of knowledge. Dean scrambled to his feet."Uhm, Cas! Hey! So, we were just getting information—" He bagan.

Aziraphale's cheeks flushed. "What happened in Babylon was NOT information."

Crowley nodded tipsily. "Yeah, it was better then tha—"

He was cut of by a swift whack of to his head, courtesy of Aziraphale, that knocked him unconscious.

"Okay," Aziraphale said, straightening his glasses, "Now we can—"

Dean knocked him out.

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While their hosts lay strewn like dirty laundry on the floor of the back room of the bookshop, the Winchesters (and Castiel) flipped through the contents of the entire section of the celestial library having to do with the identity of this angel. After learning his identity, Cas flipped through the Old Testament.

No one in the recent years went by names like 'Aziraphale' anymore. It was always Hannah, or John, or something equally inconspicuous(4). Even Castiel himself, around humans, went by 'Cas', because a name like Castiel would raise too many eyebrows.

Went he finally found him in a revised edition of the Bible, conveniently located in the bookshop itself, he was quite surprised.

For an angel(5).

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(1) 'Wavelength' is actually the best way to describe the true form of most angels—with more wings and heads and such, but wavelength is really the best term.

(2) In reality, Mesopotamia had been almost just as embarrassing as Babylon, just with less alcohol involved.

(3) He was about to say 'held hands and giggled, and would later thank Aziraphale for stopping him.

(4) Both Demons and Angels tried to evolve with the times, you know. Angels, however, less so.

(5) He raised his eyebrows slightly and gasped softly.