Crowley was watching Gabriel give a dazed Aziraphale something to drink when there was a soft knock at the door. He sighed and gave Gabriel a blank glance before walking over and opening it.

"Oh good," he said flatly when he saw who it was. "Another bloody archangel. I had thought that getting burned by holy water would be punishment enough for my evil deeds, but apparently not. Someone thinks it's funny to keep sending me angels."

Crowley moved out of the way of the stunned Raphael.

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Heal him!"