Asleep or no, Crowley's attuned to the sound of Aziraphael's voice - most of all in such close proximity, the tone and timbre and the way his breath is almost close enough to stir Crowley's hair. The demon huffs gently, nuzzling into the pillow, and curls a little closer.




And after a moment, there comes a familiar sound: the low, soft hiss of Crowley's snores.