Plans? Plans? Crowley's only thought right now is that he has to keep Aziraphale alive, somehow. His heart is pounding in his chest and fear has replaced everything else in his veins. There is no coming back for Aziraphale if Hastur gets a hold of him. And Hastur will hurt him, Hastur will kill him.

How can Aziraphale hurt Hastur? They don't have any water for him to bless, but there has to be something. Something he can pray for, something he can miracle to their aid.

"Throw something divine at him!" Crowley calls out. "A blessing! Something, anything!"

He swings his crowbar again, but this time Hastur catches it, and throws Crowley back again, into a pile of flames.