are we there yet?

Chapter Four

i'm on a roll, nice

Dipper bit down on his bottom lip anxiously, he still felt like Bill was mad at him.

He groped for his phone and dragged it to himself, unlocking it and blinking slowly before looking at the time. 1 AM, of course. He groaned and fell back onto his bed, holding his phone above him and looking for something to take his mind off of it.

He could tell that Bill was still awake, the demon would subconsciously mumble something as he thought into Dipper's mind. Currently Bill was thinking of popcorn, Dipper didn't know why but he supposed Bill was just hungry.

Something crashed in the kitchen and Dipper winced, getting up out of bed and creeping towards the door.

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Bill hissed and picked up the silverware quickly, trying to put it back and hoping it hadn't been too loud. He froze up, hearing muffled footsteps coming down from the second floor and he looked around frantically before ducking away.

The light clicked on and Bill let out a slow breath, he had held onto a knife, clutching it too his form, he wasn't going to threaten them but he would try to scare them.

"Cipher" Mr. Pines' voice filled the kitchen and Bill hissed under his breath, trying to scoot away from him. The man had probably been waiting for a reason to get Bill out of the house.

Bill mocked him with his hand, rolling to the side, the knife slicing his shirt and he growled, poising to dart away.

"Bill!" Dipper exclaimed and Bill banged his head on the island in a hurry to get up.

"Fuck!" He hissed and stumbled, holding his head, making Dipper wince.

Mr. Pines opened his mouth to say something but Dipper cut in, "Bill, why are you still up?"

"I can't sleep without you" Bill stated and looked at Dipper. "I'll have nightmares"

Dipper chuckled slightly and trotted over to him, "well then why don't you come upstairs with me"

"Dipper" Mr. Pines muttered and Bill purred lowly.

"Dad, he's probably going to be the one driving tomorrow, you don't want him to be tired and get us in an accident, do you?" Dipper stared back with a hard gaze.

Mr. Pines sighed and waved his hand dismissively, walking away from them.

Dipper put his arms on Bill shoulders, looking into his eyes, "why were you looking for popcorn at one in the morning" he questioned.

"I was watching movies and I was hungry"

"Couldn't you just snap it into existence?"

"It tastes better if you physically make it" he pouted and Dipper groaned.

The human grabbed Bill's hand and started dragging him towards the couch, Bill whining lowly in his throat.

"Sit"

Bill sat.

Dipper gave him a pleased smile before getting on his lap and pushing him down, lying above him. "Now go to sleep"

"But I'm not-"

"I said go to sleep Bill"

The demon grumbled but conceded, putting his arms around Dipper and letting out a huff.

Dipper pressed a kiss to his cheek, resting his head on Bill's chest and let himself fall asleep. Bill stayed awake for a little bit longer before following suit.

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"I don't think your parents like me" the colorful world shifted to grayscale and Dipper muttered, the dream Mabel and her crafts freezing up.

"You think? Bill you're a demon!"

"But they don't know that" Bill hovered a few inches off of the ground, crossing his arms tightly.

"Yes they do! Stan told them about it!"

Bill stopped moving and stared at him, "I thought we told him not to tell them" he said softly, his eyes burning red.

Dipper ran a hand through his hair, "you did but I guess he told them" he trailed off and suddenly Bill was in front of him, grabbing his shirt collar. Fire licked at Bill's fists and he tried to control his anger, letting Dipper go and slowly unfurling his hands.

A heavy breath left Bill, "I'll deal with him when we get back"

"Don't hurt hi-" color came back and the room was void of Bill, Mabel winding more pipe cleaners around Dipper's pens.

"What was that Dip?"

Dipper's smile was pained, "it was nothin' Mabes"

i want the angst

(probably a lot of mistakes, again, sorry)