In which Sherlock is a demon, Mycroft is an angel, and John is still John. Oh my Goddddddd. This was some kind of amazingly wonderful mixture of Good Omens' "Arrangement" dynamic and the bitter family feud dynamic (you can imagine the Christmas dinners, INDEED) of Supernatural circa the high points of season 5 and I just cannot, it is GLORIOUS. It is amazing, and so surprising, and so full of thoughtfulness and tenderness and sheer, sheer brilliance, seriously, I can't even. Amazing. Etothepii, guys. I have no words, except I think this may be my favorite ever from this author and that is SAYING SOMETHING.

In which Castiel uses his newfound phenomenal cosmic power to right a few wrongs while he can. Can I just say, Castiel's way to rescue Sam is one of the coolest things I've ever, EVER read? Because it is.

In which Anna "calls in a few favors." Anna has interesting friends.

In which Castiel and Aziraphale are tea friends. Cuuuuute.

In which they are in a yaoi manga.

In which Crowley and Aziraphale are just, you guessed it, ordinary people. This fic is so domestic and so boring and so cute. Millions of hearts.

In which destiny isn't the only thing watching over Merlin and Arthur. See tags.