Let it Snow

Crowley wasn’t exactly a young demon and he certainly wasn’t an idiot, he knew from experience that any more exposure could lead to some shit side effects. He’d lost an arm once--or rather his corporeal form had--from the cold and lack of circulation. He was confident showing up for lunch with only one arm would not go over well with his angel.However, despite Crowley’s status as certainly not an idiot and definitely over six thousand years old, Crowley was also a firm believer in self-determinism. And so, rather than take a moment’s break in a coffee shop or call Aziraphale or turn around, Crowley did the only sensible thing and just kept going.--In which it's the first snow of the year and Crowley decides he'll be making his lunch date whether he freezes to death or not.