the good grace to know which is which deleted scene

Because, apparently, this fic which I originally planned to only be five chapters long focusing on Beelzebub and Gabriel and only Beelzebub and Gabriel, occasionally helped by Aziraphale and Crowley is getting longer enough that I actually have to plan it, after the realization that Beelzebub and Gabriel are too smart to just go, oh!!! Teach us how to human then, and then Aziraphale and Crowley would help them. The concept is there, but it felt like it would be too out of character for them to suddenly do that without actually going on a journey there. 

So now, we have deleted scenes. I may or may not use this in the future, since this fic, which there's a couple of stuff pre-written already, still is a WIP.

Here's a deleted one from chapter 8:

Which is exactly how he finds himself in a convenience store early in the morning, with his father’s wallet, an umbrella Adam had thought to conjure up for him the second he’d displaced him from his hotel room to the museum, and his phone. 

He’s tapping away at it, seated by a table at the dining area of the store. Adam, apparently, had just finished talking to him while he had still been performing the heist of his father’s wallet not a few minutes ago and had just been dropped off the hotel he and the others were staying for their vacation. Lucky kid. He actually had friends. And Nanny and Brother Francis were with him.

Warlock had seen them at school, sometimes. That had been the reason he’d met Adam and the Them, actually. He’d put his foot down at being dragged to America because his father had wanted to ‘spend more time with him’, and then two months after the whole move, he still wasn’t around, Warlock was miserable, and nothing had changed. So Warlock had put his foot down, said he’d go back home or nothing, and after a days-long argument of exactly where home was, he and his mother came back to England.

He’d refused homeschooling. He was sent to a public school. There, after a few weeks of still-awkward, but bearable classes, he’d spotted a gorgeous car at the parking lot. He’d thought it cool, and would have merely thought that and nothing else, if he hadn’t seen the people getting out of it. A man with red hair and dark glasses, and another man with almost-white locks and a kind smile.

They look vastly different, but still familiar, and he’d thought, it can’t be. 

It couldn’t be. They were there to pick up four kids who were in his class. He recognized Class President Pepper, who’d stuck out to him after he’d been warned to not, under any circumstance, call her by her given name. 

The men just happened to look like his old Nanny and Brother Francis, but it couldn’t be. So he hadn’t approached. And every time they stopped by to pick the kids up whenever their parents couldn’t, he’d watch, wonder, and tell himself no even if he teared up a little at the memory of the last time he’d been hugged. 

He’d been young. It had been the last day Brother Francis and Nanny were there, and he hadn’t even known they were to quit the next day. They just weren’t there the next morning. The house had felt empty since. 

Adam Young had walked up to him in class a few days later. He’d said if he wanted, he could meet Aziraphale and Crowley. 

That had been the start of a lot of explanations, staggered across the weeks, and Warlock getting four kids to actually talk to. They’re not best friends, but at least he has people to talk to, and they tell him what Nanny and Brother Francis are up to, every now and then. They did, technically, run off to be together, like he’d always loved to imagine after they’d left.

He still hasn’t approached them, though. He doesn’t quite know what to say.

Right now, though, that’s not the problem, even if Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth - or, Aziraphale and Crowley, however they want to be called these days - are with him. The problem at hand is that Warlock Dowling has just met Beelzebub and they’d refused the offer to spend time with him.

It was as casual as I could offer it, what do you want me to do?

[YMCA]:

just talk to them or something

you know, get them to like you and then bam, show them how nice earth is

Young, we are talking about a demon here.

[YMCA]:

i know but they’re kinda patient with kids

or, you know, force themself to. they’re a lot more amiable than gabriel at least

Wait, is the angel Gabriel?

Virgin Mary Gabriel?

[YMCA]:

that’s the one

Oh my god, you’re trying to save the world against an Archangel and a Prince of Hell.

[YMCA]:

we went against the devil once, it’s no big deal

I feel like every apocalypse should be a big deal.

[YMCA]:

okay good point

but hey, you’re going back to the museum later, right?

Yeah.

I have to text my dad, though, otherwise he’s going to get me declared missing.

Unless you can do something about that?

[YMCA]:

probably call him first, i’ll try to do my best so it doesn’t get out of hand

but you’re going back to the museum so if you get there early, just find them

And then?

[YMCA]:

talk to them

???? 

That’s it?

That’s our grand plan?

[YMCA]:

p much

Why?

[YMCA]:

because that’s as much as we can do

Warlock puts his phone down. He leans back in his seat, finishes two donuts, before picking his phone back up again. Then he sighs, takes a drink out of his soda, before actually answering.

That sounds really, really, YA-novel-level infuriating, so you have ten seconds to explain.