Sam and Dean were doing research while Castiel occupied himself with the television when the bright light appeared out of nowhere.

Castiel, who had been about to ask why the Pizza Guy had been striking the Baby Sitter, found something else entirely occupying his attention. Namely the foreign/familiar Grace he could feel within the light. If he wasn't mistaken, he would have a serious fight on his hands in moments as both Aziraphale and Zophiel were firmly in Raphiel's camp.

The light vanished, revealing two figures who failed to immediately attack as Castiel had been expecting.

"Angel, I agree that going to another universe to escape Adam's "My wife is cheating on me, so the world deserves to burn" party was a good idea, but here? This place is a dump. We're in a rundown shack in the middle of..." The well dressed one with sunglasses said before apparently noticing Castiel.

"Is that...?" The one with sunglasses - whom he had tentatively identified as Zophiel despite his odd vessel and almost completely tainted Grace - asked.

"Yes." Aziraphale said as if he wished the answer were otherwise.

"And it's watching Porn?" Zophiel half asked, half yelled, sounding completely amazed.

"Yes." Aziraphale said with a look of supreme disgust.

"I'm liking this place better already." Zophiel said with a rather uncharacteristically amused look on his face before he sat down on the couch next to Castiel and extended his hand as if he wanted to shake hands as the humans often did by way of greeting.

"The name's Crowley." Zophiel said when Castiel took his hand.

It was at that point all hell broke loose.

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Crowley and Aziraphale stood panting by the side of an isolated road in the middle of nowhere, thanking their lucky stars that Castiel hadn't followed them. Castiel, or at least the Castiel they knew was rather dim witted, but could be extremely persistent when he put his mind to something.

Something Castiel said shortly before they had run for it away from the shockingly powerful angel and his equally angry looking human companions who were holding weapons that looked lethal suddenly dawned on Aziraphale.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale asked.

"Yes?" Crowley replied.

"Why did Castiel call you Zophiel?" Aziriphale asked.

" 'Cause we're in a different universe I suspect." Crowley replied.

"Why would that make him think you were Zophiel though? Zophiel's..." Aziraphale said, unable to find quite the word to describe the angel in question.

"Remember when they were handing out the names?" Crowley said.

"Yes. Michael gave me mine. I was, and still am, rather proud of it." Aziraphale said with a slightly nostalgic sigh, remembering the good days back before Lucifer turned into a ... well, as the humans sometimes put it... whiny emo bitch.

"Gabriel was handing out our lot's." Crowley said. "He was going to name me Zophiel, but I said something smart to him and he named me "Crawly thing, like one of those" and gave my name to the next guy in line. He was pointing to one of those wicked fast slinky lizards with the stubby legs at the time he named me. Funny, you never see them anymore. I wonder what happened to them."

"Those were snakes Crowley." Aziraphale said.

"Oh." Crowley said.

"I thought you would have remembered, considering the fact that you had a habit of tearing around Eden disguised as one." Aziraphale commented.

"Well...Wanna help me beat the crap out of that jerk who's been going around using MY name?" Crowley asked.