Good Omens dropping hints that Crowley has apparently Forgotten at least some of his former high-and-mighty angelic status in heaven.

Please read the whole post before commenting. I’ve never made a public post like this before so bear with me if it seams long-winded.

Recently @hg-aneh has been bombarded with extremely upsetting comments since they confirmed that they do ship Crowley and Muriel.

First off, it is never okay to dog pile on someone who is not already in the wide scale public eye. Calling someone a pedophile because of fictional ships is never okay. Lashing out at someone is not going to help them see your point of view, it automatically puts them on the defense and no one makes any progress either way. If you see someone has commented the same thing you were going to say, don’t. It is a terrible feeling to see 100 notifications and know they will all be people tearing you apart.

Quelin Sepulveda is an adult. Muriel is canonically thousands of years old. They might find solace in Crowley, who I know would deeply care for them. Crowley is a character who fosters curiosity and wonder in other characters. Muriel has that inherently, and it is logical to assume that as Crowley is alone they would naturally come together in some way.

From Muriel’s perspective, Crowley is one of the first people to like them for simply being themselves. He is going to be their first constant in 6000 years that isn’t demeaning or critical. He will introduce them to earth and all the beautiful things within. (Just like he did with Aziraphale.) For the first time they will experience affection compassion; they will be important.

Crowley would have someone who needs and loves him. Muriel is also someone who isn’t critical and would see Crowley for who he really is. Muriel mirrors pre-fall Crowley in so many ways, it would be imposible for him not to care for them. They won’t shut him down like Aziraphale would, it would probably be easier to tell what they want.

Crowley also knows more about earth, heaven, and hell than any other being has except God and The Metatron. He understands the inherent traumas that heaven and hell inflict on everyone. He knows what’s coming. He knows what is at stake.

Throughout their life Muriel has only spoken to people once every 300 years. Yes they take records so they probably know some things, but only from Heaven’s point of view and without context. Most of those they do meet are unkind as they see Muriel as the lowest in their ranks. You can see how nervous they are when Saraqael brings them to speak to Uriel and Micheal about Gabriel’s matchbox. Muriel knows so little about earth that they have to be taught how to drink tea. They do not have any idea how to interact with anyone because they never got the chance to. During the season they are in an entirely new place with new people and they have no experience with any of it, so much so that they are easily manipulated twice. Once about Aziraphale and Crowley’s secret meeting, and again when Crowley gets them to “arrest” him. They don’t have enough experience to know that they even could be manipulated or abused. They think that everyone has their best interest at heart.

The knowledge gap between Crowley and Muriel’s is reminiscent of that of movies like Tron Legacy, Fifty First Dates, Fifth Element, the original Planet of the Apes, and Splash. If you have made it this far Pop Culture Detective does a great job at explaining it.

Muriel is definitely autism coded and autistic people are frequently infantilized, but most of us know basic things about the world. We haven’t been stuck in an empty room for thousands of years. It is common for those with immense trauma to find a romantic connection for the first person who was truly kind to them. That’s why doctors can’t date their patients, teachers can’t date their students, and therapist can’t date their clients. Muriel doesn’t even know what romance is or what it entails for them or Crowley. (Aziraphale has also been super autism coded this season so we don’t just have Muriel)

But that’s only the case for the current cannon. It’s okay to retcon things in your own works, to go through different scenarios with characters that would allow them to interact differently. It’s okay to wonder about different characters and see them as a couple. It’s always important to take a step back to see the whole picture before commenting on something like this. I love the Good Omens fandom, it has allowed me to be myself and meet new people. I don’t want this fandom to become a toxic place. We already have to deal with homophobia and transphobia bearing down on us from the outside. We just want to make and experience art together.

Thank you so much for reading through all of this, it is really important that we support each other right now and I hope that everybody, especially @hg-aneh is doing well (I can’t imagine how exhausting this whole ordeal has been). If this conversation does continue please do so from a place of respect. If you wish to bring anything else to my attention, please do so. I am always looking to learn more and I am always open to different ideas and ways of thinking.

Keep being beautiful beautiful humans, and take care of each other.

I don’t think the book of life is actually a thing we need to worry about…

Some of you may know before the series premiered and I saw the early screening, I thought the book of life would be a really big deal

However, now watching the series start to finish twice the only person who actually makes the book of life threat is Michael and they are a bit flustered when they talk about it with Beelzebub

Beelzebub takes it at face value who then relays it like a game of telephone to Crowley, who writes it off as not a thing (said it to scare the cherubs). If we are to assume that Crowley once had higher status than Michael, which most of the season is alluding to him being the previous supreme archangel (now whether that’s Rapheal, Lucifer, or if “Gabriel” is just a title not a name and Angel Crowley was “Gabriel”) I think we should take Crowleys initial response with more face value.

Beezlebub remember at this point is trying to bribe Crowley into finding Gabriel with a title as Duke of hell, which we now know, was for selfish and loving reasons. Same for the book of life, it’s a threat to get Crowley moving to find Gabriel. An empty one.

Shax we realize is low level and fairly incompetent and only relaying what she heard from Beelzebub. Again, not reliable.

The next time we hear about it, it’s again Michael being bratty about their status, and metatron comes in and shoots them down that they don’t actually have that authority

So what proof do we have at the book of life is at all important to the plot moving forward, really? Michael appears to be an unreliable narrator who is making up threats to seal their status in the power vacuum with Gabriel gone.

We have a Crowley who seems to know a heck of a lot about how heaven runs thinking at first it’s “not a thing”, and only taking it seriously because of his love and fear for Aziraphale

And then we have metatron who doesn’t straight up say that isn’t real, so okay.

Anyway, it could still very much be ✨a thing ✨ and metatron doesn’t say it doesn’t exist, but upon a second watch, I don’t think it was anything more than an empty threat and another red herring, and I personally am not subscribing to theories floating around that it’s going to be some big revelatory rewrite of season two.

And that doesn’t mean it was pointless to the story, writing about the book of life, did exactly what it was supposed to do. It got Crowley back helping Aziraphale even against his better judgment, and his own wants, in a mirror of what the final fight was going to be it doesn’t matter that it didn’t come back around or it wasn’t a gun that fired. It served its purpose narratively as a threat, even if an empty one.

Anyway, thanks for joining me on my TED talks, where I vaguely allude to posts but don’t actually want to comment on them because I do want everyone to have fun….

Shrink - Chapter 24

Summary: When patients of a psychiatrist that caters exclusively to hunters start going crazy and dying, Sam and Dean Winchester investigate what might be causing these bizarre episodes. Pairing: None Word Count: 2562 Warnings: Cliffhanger, Cas being weird (if that’s a warning) A/N: My first fanfic! This is going to be a series, probably over 30 chapters total. Any feedback is appreciated, I am a newbie!

"You think he was kidnapped by this soldier angel?" Ellen asked after a few moments of silence passed. "It better not have kidnapped him. It'll be the last thing it ever does." Dean spat, his fists clenched at his sides. "Hell hath no fury like a Winchester." Ellen commented, trying to lighten the mood. As Dean began to walk over to the stolen sedan, Ellen placed a firm hand on his left shoulder, stopping him from going any further. "Dean, stop. Where are you going? We have no idea where Sam is, nor if the angel actually took him." Ellen said quietly, her grip on Dean's shoulder unwavering as he tried to pull away from her. Dean stopped mid stride and put his head down, a low grumble escaping his mouth. "We'll wait for Cas. He should be able to sense the other angel, right?" Ellen said, releasing her grip from his shoulder before lightly patting the spot she was holding. Dean turned around and sighed, leaning back against the hood of the sedan and crossing his arms. His eyes shifted to the gas can that was still on its side on the edge of the road. Eyes wide, he pushed himself off the car and walked over to the trunk, grabbing the keys out of the lock. He opened the driver's side door and slid into the seat. "Dean...stop. Please." Ellen said, thinking he was going to drive away.

Dean turned the keys in the ignition, causing the engine to sputter and whine before he turned the keys back. He tried again a few seconds later, which resulted in the same outcome. "That doesn't make any sense. I filled up on my way back from Natalie's old address. Tank had to have been at least over half full. I don't smell any gas, so there's no leak." Dean said as he stood up out of the driver's seat and rested his arms over the door. "Do you think Sam was lead here on purpose? Someone made him run out of gas so he had to stop?" Ellen asked, her voice shaky. "Seems like it. I guess we can add 'absorbing gas' to these angels' skill list." Dean grumbled, slamming the door go the Impala shut, causing the car to wobble back and forth a few times. Ellen and Dean stood in awkward silence for almost twenty minutes before the sound of a vehicle approaching caught their attention. "It's Cas." Dean said with a heavy sigh. "Finally." Castiel approached quickly in a well-worn pickup truck, slowing to pull off to the right side of the road behind the stolen sedan. Dean quickly walked over to greet Cas as he was stepping out of the truck. "Thank you for waiting, Dean." Cas said, closing the driver's side door behind him. "You can thank Ellen for that." He replied, nodding his head at Ellen, who began to limp over to the two men. "Dr. Ellen, please. Hang on." Cas said, pushing past Dean and rushing over to Ellen. "Nice to finally meet you, Cas." Ellen said with a smile, extending her hand. Cas hesitated for a few seconds before shaking Ellen's hand. "You, too. May I heal you?" Cas asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at Ellen. "If it won't affect you too much I gue-" Ellen stopped the second the made eye contact with Cas, her mouth open and eyebrows raised. "Wow. They said you had blue eyes...but wow. Your eyes are almost as beautiful as Dean's. And just as bright." "I...uhh...thank you." Cas said, shifting uncomfortably and averting his gaze. "Who knew angels can blush?" Ellen leaned to her right and looked at Dean, a big smile on her face. "It's a compliment, Cas. No need to blush, man." Dean said, smacking Cas' left arm as he walked past him. "I understand it's a compliment. Thank you. Are you ready, Dr. Ellen?" Cas asked, looking back at Ellen. "Yes. Will it hurt? And please, call me Ellen, Cas. Not Dr. Ellen." She said, smiling. "Yes, Ellen. You might feel mild discomfort, especially with the large cut on your leg, but it will not hurt." Cas said, raising two fingers. "Alright, go for it." Ellen said, closing her eyes. Cas pressed his fingers to Ellen's forehead and closed his eyes. A soft, yet high pitched noise began ringing as Ellen's scratches and bruises on her face and arms began to heal and disappear. Ellen groaned softly and squeezed her eyes shut even more as the gash on her leg began to close up. "Are you okay, Ellen? I can stop if it is too uncomfortable." Cas asked, opening one of his eyes to see the grimace on Ellen's face. Ellen exhaled slowly. "No, I'm...I'm good. It's fine." She said, relaxing her face. Cas nodded, closed his eye, and continued healing for another fifteen seconds. He removed his fingers and groaned slightly, stepping backwards. "You are fully healed. I was able to heal the scar on your abdomen from the surgery you had as a child as well." Cas said, bracing himself on the hood of the sedan. Ellen opened her eyes and immediately looked down at her leg, removing the bandage and running her hand along the area where the wound used to be. She smiled and looked up at Cas, which caused her smile to disappear at the sight of the distressed angel. "Oh, Cas! Are you okay?" Ellen said, rushing over to support him as Dean came over to do the same. "I'm fine. Just weakened a bit. I will recover, just give me a few minutes." Cas said, waving off both Dean and Ellen's assistance. "You sure you're okay, Cas? You said this angel is a badass mofo, I don't want you to get hurt because you're off your game." Dean said, still holding onto Cas' arm to steady him. "I'm okay, Dean. Where is Sam?" Cas asked. "He's missing. Car was out of gas even though I just filled it, keys were sticking out of the trunk, and there's blood over there. I don't know if it's Sam's or not." Dean said, gesturing to the pool of blood on the road. Cas stood upright and walked over to the pool of blood before bending down and pressing his fingers into the liquid and withdrawing them. "He's not-" Ellen said, watching him. Cas rubbed the blood between his fingers, sniffed it, and dabbed a finger on his tongue...smacking his lips as he tasted it. "Oh, he did." Ellen said in shock, unsure whether to laugh or throw up. "Welcome to the wonderful wacky world of Castiel, Doc." Dean flashed a smile before patting Ellen's shoulder. "It's Sam. I'm sorry, Dean." Cas stood up and returned to Ellen and Dean, wiping his fingers on a handkerchief. Dean sighed heavily. "Can you use your angel mojo to sense the other angel? It should be giving off a lot of power, right?" "I tried when I got here. I can sense some residual grace over there." Cas motioned to the area near the blood pool. "But nothing else in the immediate area. I think they might be able to mask themselves from other angels." "But you would be able to sense her, right? If you got close enough?" Ellen asked. "Yes...but there's something else that might cause an issue." Cas said, shoving the handkerchief back into his pocket. "What, Cas? What could possibly make this day crappier?" Dean's voice was a few octaves away from yelling. "Joshua said that he believes this specific angel was not in heaven when Metatron cast the angels out...meaning their wings are intact. It might make finding Sam more difficult if this angel can fly him anywhere." Cas said. "Great. So Sam could be in Australia for all we know. Freaking wonderful!" Dean shouted. "Wait, Cas. You said Joshua said 'this specific angel'. Does that mean he knows their name?" Ellen asked after Dean stormed away, but still within earshot. "I spoke to him on my way here. He believes it is Aurriel, but couldn't confirm it. She was a lieutenant with the Baltim Baghie. She was very powerful and very dangerous." Cas frowned and glanced at Dean. "So first Gadreel takes my brother for a joy ride and now he's being held captive by a powerful and unstable angel soldier that gets her jollies off by smiting humans?!" Dean yelled as he pivoted on his foot and marched back over to Ellen and Cas. "Calm down, Dean. We'll find him. Being a hothead isn't going to help anything." Ellen said with her hands in front of her. "Breathe." Dean glared at her before taking a deep breath in and quickly blowing it out of his mouth. "Cas." Ellen turned toward him. "Is there a tracking spell we can use? Anything special about this breed of angel that can be used to track her?" "Wait...that might...Ellen. You're a genius." Cas said, his eyes wide. "Damn, twice in one day. I'm on a roll." She said, smiling. "What is it, Cas?" Dean asked. "If I can't track the angel, I can track the runework. It's complex Enochian and it gives off this...this magical footprint. That amount of focused power is unstable and if she is using her power, I might be able to pinpoint where she is with a spell." Cas said, practically darting over to the trunk of the Impala. "Do it. Here." Dean said, tossing the keys to Cas. Cas missed catching them as they bounced off the palm of his hand and landed on the ground. He bent over and picked them up, smiling at Dean when he was upright again, causing Dean to roll his eyes. "Dean...if she's using her powers...Sam..." Ellen said, unable to suppress the lump in her throat as her voice broke as she said Sam's name. "I know. Cas always comes through, don't worry. He's family...like a brother to me and Sam." Dean said, offering a quick smile. "Yeah, I'm just worried about him." Ellen said, fighting back her tears. "But...I did get something cool out of today." "What's that?" Dean said, shifting his eyes from Cas to her. "I can finally tell everyone I've been touched by an angel." Ellen said with an ear-to-ear smile. Dean groaned, shaking his head in disapproval as a smile crept across his lips. 

Sam came to, still groggy from being knocked out by the mystery woman holding him captive. He blinked a few times and winced as the pain coming from the back of his head started throbbing again. He tried to move his arms and legs again, but was still restrained. He lifted his head and jerked it backward, flipping the hair out of his face. His eyes settled on a figure about five feet in front of him, sitting on top of a desk kicking her feet in and out as they dangled over the side. She was in a long white skirt with embroidered flower petals, a yellow button down blouse, and a thick cashmere shawl. She was thin and probably about five foot eight with light brown hair that was loosely tied up into a pony tail. She stopped kicking her feet and smiled when she saw Sam looking at her. "Good morning, Sam." She said, pushing herself off the desk. "Who are you? Or rather...what are you?" Sam asked as he shifted back in his chair trying to get comfortable. "My name is Samantha Griffin, a second grade teacher from Pottersville, NY. A few days ago I was Natalie Lynch, receptionist to Dr. Ellen Barnes." The woman grinned. "You're not a demon. Or a ghost. Don't think you're a shapeshifter or some-" Sam rambled out loud before she cut him off. "Okay, seems you need to use a lifeline. Here's a hint....you've been possessed by two in your lifetime and, from what I hear, it wasn't pleasant either time." She smiled again, her arms open and fingers wiggling. Sam tilted his head to the side and blinked, before his eyes went wide and he sighed. "You're an angel?" "Ding ding ding! My name is Aurriel. Soldier angel with the Baltim Baghie." She cheerfully replied, slowly walking over to where Sam was sitting. "Lieutenant, actually." "Baltim what, now?" Sam spat, furrowing his brow to hide his confusion. "Well, Sam." Aurriel began to walk around his chair. "Back a long time ago, Michael picked some angels to be his warriors. Not just any warrior. We were the...original hunters, you could say. Keeping the population of monsters, and humans, in check. If anyone got out of line, we would step in. I was selected when-" Aurriel sighed, stopped walking, and dropped to her knees in front of Sam, mere inches from his face. "I'll skip the babble. We're basically an elite group of angels that...handled things. We were comparable to your US Navy's SEAL team. Quick. Efficient. Deadly." She lightly tapped her finger on Sam's nose, stood up, and continued walking. "So, what? You're killing hunters because you want to take over again?" Sam asked, keeping close eye on her whenever she was in his view. "No. I want to clean the ranks. All of these...these...weak humans coming to Dr. Barnes for help when they couldn't handle the job. It's pathetic. When we would hunt...it was spectacular. We would move as a unit...so fast...leaving nothing behind. Killing things that need to be killed made us alive. It made us who we are." Aurriel stopped walking for a moment and closed her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh. "But then it all changed. Human hunters began to pop up and kill monsters, so it was decided that we weren't needed anymore. That we weren't important anymore! So they took our vessels and forbade us from taking another one. Yeah, we were free to roam the earth, but if we ever took a vessel, we were to be killed." "How would they know if you took a vessel?" Sam asked. Aurriel smiled and pulled up the sleeve on her arm. She turned her wrist towards Sam, showing him the burn mark and Enochian letter B. "When we take a vessel, this mark...this burn...serves as a way for us to focus our power. It's delicate runework that allows us to channel our grace into whatever we need it to be. Due to that redirection of power, heaven would be able to feel it...and they would come." Aurriel smiled and chuckled. "But thanks to Metatron, it's been chaos. No angels have their wings and their constant infighting for power has been deliciously brutal to watch." Aurriel leaned in right next to Sam, her breath hot against his ear again. "And the best part? I wasn't in heaven when the angels fell. I can go where I please and when I please. And when I saw you stroll into Dr. Barnes' office...it was like Christmas." She whispered, causing goosebumps to appear along Sam's arms. "So, you caused the Impala to stop. You trapped me to kill me? You think I'm some weak hunter who can't handle the job?" Sam growled back at her. "Oh Sam, so simple minded." Aurriel stood back up, walked back over to the desk, and leaned back against it. "This trap wasn't for you. It was for your brother."