The Demons Strike at Dawn |Phan

Chapter Nine

(A/N: in the words of Dan Howell: "I just needed to complain!" I finally got TABINOF!! It's really good! Also, Supernatural is super awesome this season?? Also pretty sure Dean is going to end up banging the Darkness. Just saying.)

Phil stared at Dan, lost in thought.
Maybe Zoë was onto something. If what she said was true, and the angel blade really was powerless after touching human blood, then maybe Dan wasn't human. The King of Hell had to know the side effects of human blood to the blade, so why would he waste it?
"So what are we assuming?" Dan asked, breaking Phil's train of thought. He'd been awfully quiet when Zoë was here. "That the angel blade killed Angels?" He asked, staring at the blood stain. It was evident he hadn't reached the same conclusion as Phil, but was on a new track altogether.
Dan had thought about it, and as it all played out, it had started to make sense.
Tyler knew they were in town, and he knew they were friends with other Hunters. So why not leave the blade, bring Zoë to it, locate her and kidnap her? It all made sense. Except for one thing.
Why would the King of Hell want Zoë? Unless it was something they were missing. Chances are, they should probably just leave it alone. He didn't need another angel blade incident.
"Yeah, chances are it kills Angels..." Phil was thinking about it more and more. Pulling out his own, sticker-covered laptop, Phil opened up Google.
"You've got to be kidding me," Dan said, looking at the top of Phil's computer. "You're a fucking child."
Phil blushed and continued searching the web.
How to kill an angel
Yup, the angel blade alright. Every page seemed to agree: the angel blade was used to kill Angels, but only demons and other Angels could kill them.
So they were out of luck.
Phil shut his laptop and looked at Dan. "Then the answer is obvious." He said, Dan looking up from his notes. "You must be an angel." Dan's laughter echoed throughout the room. It brightened it up a bit, like his laugh was literally the brightest thing in the world. Phil thought it was adorable.
"You're insane, Phil. I'm not an angel, although that was a pretty smooth pick up line." Dan said, earning a laugh from Phil this time. His laughter was like a songbirds, and it warmed Dan right up.
Phil shook his head at the smiling goof in front of him. "Oh, shut up." He said, but it only made Dan smile more. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me," Phil brought the topic back onto their current situation. "You're an angel. Why else would the King of Hell give up his only defense against Angels? I'm sorry, it doesn't make sense." Dans smile slowly faded, but he seemed to register what Phil was saying. Looking at it again, Dan started to understand.
He looked slightly down at Phil, as Dan was in a desk chair and Phil on a bed. Dan was about to ask a question when the window crashed open, in leaping three demons. Dan held the blade defensively, even though he knew there wasn't anything on it about killing demons.
At the sight of the blade, the demons cringed. Clearly they didn't like it, for whatever reason. Dan wasn't complaining. Whatever works, right?
He grabbed Phil's wrist and pulled the older boy behind him. Phil's heart raced, from both the demons and Dan's rough hand on his wrist. Phil felt his head spin.
"What do you want?" Dan growled. Phil rolled his eyes. Why did Dan think talking would get him out of every situation? Usually it just got them killed faster.
A demon inched closer, but the rest stayed silent.
Phil clutched Dan's unused arm, the one holding his other wrist. Phil could see the fear in Dan's eyes, but he was proud of him for his effort to be brave.
Unfortunately, they needed more than that. The demon flicked his wrist, sending Dan and Phil into the wall behind them. The demon picked up the blade and smiled.
The two unarmed demons walked over to Phil and fought with him to keep him down. The other, the one with the blade, came after Dan, who was defenseless and disoriented from the crash.
It was all too easy. The armed demon pressed the blade against Dan's neck, and Dan felt his blood go cold. This was it; this was how he would die.
Then there was a light, a bright, white shimmer that blinded both boys and the three demons. Suddenly, it subsided, and Dan peered open his eyes.
The only thing that remained of the demons was a single, silver knife.
Dan rose up off his feet, helping the near unconscious Phil to bed. Tucking him in, he turned to go salt the Windows.
"Dan," the half asleep Phil croaked. The brown haired boy turned around, staring at the blueish green eyes of his partner.
"Yeah Phil?" Dan responded. Phil couldn't think, it was as if his mind was on its own. He could barely register what was happening.
"Stay?" Phil asked, his throat raspy. Dan guessed getting the living shit beat out of you was one way to end up with strep throat. Dan went rigid at the suggestion, but did his best not to let it show. Dan looked around, and pulled up the nearest chair to the bed. Phil smiled slightly, Dan's heart simply melting. He sat next to the injured boy and smiled down at him. Without thinking, Dan reached for Phil's hand, and held it softly, his thumb rubbing the back of Phil's hand.
Dan painted a picture on the boy's hand, one where all was well and everything they knew about was erased from the world. Phil merely stared at Dan from the pillow, watching his brown eyes follow the gentle movement of his thumb. Could this really be the same boy he saved? The one who seemed to hold fear in his eyes and a battle in his bones? As Phil watched him, he couldn't quite match him to that boy. This one was too peaceful, too glowing, too happy to be the same person.
Just as Dan turned to lock eyes with the watchful friend, Phil's eyes fluttered shut, leaving Dan to wonder about what was taking place on the other side of those eyelids.