And he’s ready to give him that. To show him, to not hide anymore, to not be so scared. He’s ready to be there and show him how he’s loved, appreciated, admired. He’s ready to stay.

The angel simply closes his eyes, in a calm, peaceful manner that he couldn’t be more thankful for in this moment in time. He reaches a hand around to cup it on the back of Crowley’s head, gently against his hair. The other rests on the demon’s shoulder.

As an angel, he can feel love. Pick it up, from people, from places. Wherever it
Iingers. Right now, he gives it back, shows it, covers the demon with it however he can.

If it’s all been for this, then it’s all been worth it.