Oh, this is utterly wonderful...and I am thrilled beyond measure to see this as art instead of fic. Seriously, any thought that this had originally been intended as a fic prompt has been erased from my mind.

Because, okay...first of all, Clarence is perfectly adorable (bless his little polka-dot bowtie!) and your Aziraphale - not a seventeen year old hottie, but old-fashioned and apparently middle aged (i.e., precisely as I imagine him) is great.

And Castiel!! Scruffy and rumpled and utterly humorless in just the right 'straight man' way. And he's calling Dean! I mean, of course he would be, but this Dean (sending him off to pick up a curry and to get laid) is immediately recognizable as the one person Castiel would be likely to call and to take this "abuse" from. :)

And then there's my lovely Crowley (heh)...making time with the Stone Angel (wearing Crowley's sunglasses!): so fantastic. Hissing his way through his caffeine-fueled flirtation while the Stone Angel fumes (i.e., curses).

Funny and canonically apt (for all four canons). Thank you, thank you, thank you, mystery artist...I absolutely love my gift.