Day 19 - 274 words - Prompt: stoic whumpees

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Crowley snarled at the ensemble of angels, spitting venom - quite literally - at any that tried to step forward. Had he not been quite so stressed out, he may have noted this group was not lead by Michael - in fact she didn't appear to be present at all - but by the archangel Chamel. he'd had run ins with her before, but she'd never given him more trouble than was strictly necessary, a nd often seemed more amused with him than offended. Finally, they group stepped back, leaving Crowley coiled tightly on himself, glaring. He could see Rapheal gesturing at him, but he wouldn't let them any closer than any of the others. Finally - strangest, it was /Uriel/ how moved. she pulled the strange pearl from Haniel, and marched forward, sphere thrust out in front of her like the worlds worse shield. Crowley would smash right though it if he had too - he'd warned her he was ready to bite, pulled back, ready to ... to... it wasn't a pearl he might be half blind and bleeding out, but Crowley knew his angel when he saw him. a far cry from the crumbling salt Crowley had seen him last, this tiny spark of Aziraphale was nestled inside the sphere of Haniel's light. it had hardened into a protective barrier - an egg almost - Crowley thought hysterically. he froze in place, watching Uriel very carefully. he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop her from dropping it - or worse, throwing it should she feel like it, so it was a stand off until he moved forward again, easing the pearl into the his coils between them.