The Same Stock

A Good Omens, Supernatural Crossover

Disclaimer: Good Omens was originally written by the dream team of Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Supernatural is a TV series aired on the CW written by Eric Kripke. This is a fanwork.

It was never about the souls.

"Fuck! Did he just-? Did you see-? SHIT!"

To be accurate, it was really only about one soul.

"He won't be able to survive long, not against all of Purgatory… after what he did to the Mother. Not against monsters on their own territory."

Everything Crowley did lead to this moment, the culmination of a long con, started when he came by a bookshop to find a familiar corpse being wheeled into an ambulance and the smell of grace and ash in the air.

"He double crossed me...?"

"Demons lie, Cas. With all that you've been doing lately, I can only wonder why you're surprised."

Purgatory isn't as dark as the portal made it seem, but the eclipse won't last long, and he has to hurry.

"What could he be doing? He can't get the souls that way... can he?"

"No."

"Then what...?"

He finds his target, eyes flashing serpent-yellow in relief, and his other half beams an absent minded greeting. But they can't wait. He has to hurry and get them both to the portal, and then corporeal.

He finds it funny that no one ever asked where an angel goes when they die.

"Oh, dearest..."

"Brother?"

"Would someone please explain what the hell is going on!"

"Dean, wings."

The angel was panicking now, awareness and memory collecting and spinning back now that he had a physical form to hold it all, like cotton candy around the paper stick. Well manicured hands flail, nails scraping dangerously close to his eyes.

"He killed me! Uriel killed me! He came into my shop, stole my sword, and killed me with it!"

Crowley just held Aziraphale, rocking the weeping blonde like a child, and thought that if the Winchesters killed him now, it would be alright.

"Shh. Angel. It's over. I got you. It's over."

And if one or two other's followed them out, soldiers and trickers alike, Crowley isn't going to say anything about the feathered spirits blasting invisibly past to, he presumes, find new vessels and live out their lives free from Heaven's bureaucracy or Castiel's misguided agenda.

He got what he came for.