Discorporated Part 14

It was a spell.  Aziraphale had contacted Anathema through Angeline and she'd told him all about it.  The spell had never been performed that she knew of because there was one ingredient that no one could ever get their hands on.  She wasn't even sure that it would work but she was willing to try.  She gathered up the ingredients that she could and made her way to London. 

Traveling at her age wasn't easy.  She was nearly 60 after all.  She couldn't believe it had already been more than 30 years since she met Newt.  Time really did fly.  Getting her ingredients into the country had been easy enough.  She just explained that they were medicinal and that was that.  She took the night to rest and they made plans to perform the spell the next night.  

"Are you sure you actually want to do this?"  Crowley asked for about the hundredth time in the week since they made the decision.  

"I am very sure."  Aziraphale nodded.  "I'm tired of not being able to touch you properly.  To hold you."  

"It would be nice to actually feel warmth again."  Crowley ran his fingers through his hair.  He missed Aziraphale's warmth.  He always ran a little warmer than Crowley and it made it a lot easier to heat up after being out in the cold.  

"Exactly."  Aziraphale nodded.  "And I miss food.  And wine.  Every time I watch you drink wine I'm jealous."  He chuckled.  

"We'll have as much food and wine as you want when you get your body back."  Crowley smiled and sat down on the couch.  

"Thank you."  Aziraphale grinned.  

The next night everything was set up in the upstairs living room.  There were candles all around and a brass pot in the middle of a circle.  Anathema was sitting on a pillow near the circle.  

"What all do you need?"  Angeline asked.  She wanted to help them with the spell in any way she could.  Witchcraft always fascinated her.  

"I have most of the ingredients.  hatched eggshell pieces, rose petals, nettles, and lotus leaves."  She started to look through the list.  "I need an item that belonged to Aziraphale."  

"Easy enough."  Crowley said as he held out Aziraphale's favorite bow tie.  

"You kept it all these years?"  Aziraphale said, getting a little emotional.  The room got rather cold.  

"Of course I kept it."  Crowley rolled his eyes like it was a ridiculous question.  

"Right."  Anathema took the bow tie and placed it with the ingredients she had.  "I need a feather from the angel of death.  That's why I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever performed this spell before."  She looked up at Crowley.  

"So that's what you needed me for."  Azrael said from the corner.  She was invisible at the moment.  She unfurled her wings and moved one closer to Crowley.  "Go ahead."  

"Thank you."  Crowley whispered.  He pulled a feather from her wing.  Angeline and Anathema were both surprised when a feather seemed to appear out of his hand from nowhere.  "There you go."  He smiled as he held the feather out to Anathema.  

"That was.....okay."  She nodded and put the feather in the bowl was well.  

"And the last ingredient."  Angeline asked.  This was all very exiting.  

"This one doesn't make sense but it is one of the ingredients."  She cleared her throat.  "The final ingredient is the blood of an enemy."  

"Enemy?"  Aziraphale frowned.  "But I don't have any enemi.....what are you doing?"  He asked as he watched Crowley take a knife and slice into the palm of his hand.  He held his hand over the bowl and let some of his black blood drip into it.  

"We're hereditary enemies.  You used to say that to me all the time."  Crowley shrugged.  Anathema watched the blood drip for a moment before she nodded.  Crowley took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wrapped it around his hand.  

"Is that even going to work?  You and I aren't actually enemies."  Aziraphale looked between Anathema and Crowley.  

"Demon blood is demon blood.  The spell can't tell the difference.  You're an angel, that means a demon is your enemy.  We'll see if it works."  Anathema shrugged.  She wasn't actually expecting the spell to work but she was going to try anyway.  

"So what now?"  Angeline was getting more excited by the minute.  

"Am I still needed?" Azrael asked.  When Crowley shook his head she looked at Aziraphale.  "Good luck."  And then she was gone.  

"Now, Aziraphale, you need to enter the circle.  Crowley, Angeline, I need you to join hands and close your eyes.  I'm going to say the spell once and then I need the two of you to say it with me."  Anathema got to her feet and held out her hands to both Crowley and Angeline.  

"This is a little ridiculous."  Crowley said with a chuckle as he took both Anathema and Angeline's hands.  Angeline took his hand and Anathema's, creating a circle around Aziraphale.  They all closed their eyes as Anathema started.  

"Dead rise.  Quickly return.  The spirit incarnate rises and withdrawn."  Anathema opened her eyes and looked at Crowley and Angeline.  They all recited the spell together three times before Anathema let go of their hands and threw a match into the bowl.  There was a bright flash and a cloud of smoke filled the circle but didn't go outside of it.  

"Did it work?"  Crowley asked, blinking through the smoke.  

"You tell me."  Aziraphale said as he reached out and took Crowley's hand.  Crowley gasped at the warmth he felt.  

"Zira....."  Crowley put his hands on Aziraphale's cheeks and grinned.  

"It really worked."  Anathema sounded absolutely surprised.  

"Holy fuck it actually did."  Angeline smiled.  

"You're really back."  Crowley kept his hands on Aziraphale's cheeks.  Aziraphale put his hands on Crowley's hips and nodded, tears forming in his eyes.  

"I really am.  And there's something I've been wanting to do for twenty years."  Before Crowley could reply, Aziraphale leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around Crowley and pulling him close.  One of Crowley's hands moved to the back of Aziraphale's head and the other slipped down around his shoulders.  

"This is awkward."  Anathema said with a chuckle as she started to gather up her things.  

"Yeah, maybe we should go...."  Angeline started for the door.  

"So sorry."  Aziraphale said after breaking the kiss.  He had his forehead resting against Crowley's.  

"No, we're really not."  Crowley said with a chuckle.  The two ladies just laughed and gave each man a hug before leaving the apartment.  

"Never discorporate again, you hear me?"  Crowley said, poking his finger into Aziraphale's chest.  

"I promise."  Aziraphale smiled before kissing Crowley again.  Crowley kissed back with just as much passion as before.  He put everything he felt for Aziraphale into that kiss.  He finally had his angel back in the flesh and he fully intended to take advantage of that immediately.