Eternities Still Unsaid (слэш)

“Crowley, your hands!”
Stupidly, Crowley holds his hands up to inspect them. The skin is cracked red and painful-looking, the pad of each finger blistered. It doesn’t register at all. He lowers his hands again and stares desperately at Aziraphale.
“I remember,” he says.
Cut off from Heaven and Hell, things shift, resettle, and something ancient and painful shakes loose.