The Demons Strike at Dawn |Phan

Chapter Ten

(A/N: Wow sorry for keeping you guys for like forty years!!! I'll try to be more active with my updating. Sorry!)

Dan scoured the Internet for ages.
How to tell if you're an angel
Signs of an angel
Angel giveaways
Nothing. He was getting frustrated. How is one supposed to check his blood status around here? He went back to the article about Zoë, trying to calm his anger.
His eyes widened as he scanned the page. There was more that they hadn't read quite yet.
Lucifer, however, forced Zoë to let him out of hell, and ravage the world he was banished from. The Angels, now on the defensive in protection of the Earth, tore Zoë's Grace from her, leaving her human, harmless, and lost on earth.
Dan hit his head into the wooden desk. Of course they forgot to read that. Why? Because it would've helped them loads to know that Zoë was in fact a human. No wonder she was with Alfie.
Out of curiosity, Dan put Alfie's name into the webpage search bar. Thankfully, nothing came up. At least someone was normal.
He stared out the window at the lightening sky. This wasn't the first time he'd been up all night, stuck on details that didn't quite fit with the rest of the puzzle. It made sense why Tyler wanted him dead, but how did Tyler know he was an angel? And why was fate so keen on putting the boys together? It just didn't make sense.
Demons or no demons, either way, in this town, they were screwed.

Phil woke up to regret and butterflies.
He sat up and rubbed his head, remembering the details from last night. He was such a fool, asking Dan to stay like that.
But he stayed, didn't he? That's where the butterflies came in. He stayed. He held Phil's hand. He waited with him until he fell asleep.
Phil tried to get it out of his mind; he was acting like a little schoolgirl. He turned and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Dan noticed the movement out of the corner of his eyes, but stayed very still. He didn't know how he would face the events of the last night.
Phil shook off his fear and stood next to Dan, looking over his shoulder at the screen. Dan held his breath, disappointed in not being able to smell the sweet scent of the boy next to him.
Phil finished reading and nodded. So Dan had found nothing on what they had to do. That was great.
But Phil couldn't be angry with the boy. It wasn't possible to be. Instead he just sighed and sat back onto the bed, and Dan was able to breathe again.
Dan turned in his seat to face the raven haired boy. He again couldn't help but admire his beauty, the paler of his skin, the ice in his eyes. He was truly beautiful in a way Dan couldn't explain.
Phil rubbed his hands together, staring at his knees. He knew it was coming, the bomb exploding and bringing the past night out into the open. But for now, they had a bigger issue on their hands.
"So," He started, before the bomb exploded. "Any way to save Zoë?"
Dan shook his head. "We don't even know how to find her, much less how to defeat the King of Hell. We can't get to her, at least for now." Phil shook his head slightly, staring out the window.
Dan, instead, watched the pale skin boy in front of him. He couldn't help but act like a small schoolgirl about him.
Phil was lost in thought. Their next steps weren't definite. But he knew there wasn't anything for now, except for talk. And a topic that was on both their minds was nagging to come out.
Dan sighed, capturing Phil's attention. Phil smiled nervously. "Last night." He said, before Dan had the chance. "I'm so sorry-"
Dan cut him off with a chuckle. "We all need someone sometimes, Phil." Phil gazed up into the eyes of the beautiful hunter.
Phil shook his head. "I shouldn't have asked you. You had things to do."
Dan took a seat beside him. "What do you think friend's are for? I'll always be the one there for you." Phil felt the taller boy's thigh pressed up against his own. The proximity of the hunter made Phil shiver with nerves. Just a touch from Dan could send him into a whirlwind.
His mind took control of his mouth, and Phil lost the filter he so carefully ran his words through. "J-just f-friends?" He stuttered.
Dan smirked, the boy's words falling over him. The nerves in Phil's usually calm and steady voice made Dan's heart melt. "Good friends, I guess." He mumbled. Oh, the affect Phil had on him.
Phil snickered and nuzzles his head into Dan's neck. Dan blushed, but still turned to bury his head in Phil's hair. Phil sat up, looking at the face of an angel (literally). He again had the urge to press his lips against those of his partner, and again Dan felt it too. But this time, there was no Zoë to stop him. This time, they might finally be able to kiss...
Tyler had other plans.
"Hey y'all. You ain't too busy for me, huh?" He asked. Dan felt his heart drop as he turned towards the King of Hell. Phil continued to watch him just a little longer, then followed his lead. The brown of his eyes was too enthralling to be turned away from so quickly.
"What is it you want this time, Tyler?" Dan asked. "Let me guess: to kill me?"
Tyler shrugged. "Well, yeah, but not this time." Replacing his goofy attitude for his more serious one, he stared at the two boys. "Actually, I could use your help."
Phil rolled his eyes. "Now why would we help you?" He asked accusingly.
Tyler held up his hands defensively. "Take it easy there, angel-boy. It's something you might be interested in."
Phil stood up, towering over the King. "Angel-boy?" Tyler's eyes widened slowly. "Why did you call me-"
"You know what, I think I change my mind." Tyler said, but Dan grabbed him by the shirt collar and held him against the wall.
"Tell us what you know!" He yelled. Tyler just stared up at him, and, with a snap, was gone.
Phil looked at the disgruntled state Dan was in. He grabbed the Impala's keys off the table. "You get in shotgun and get some sleep." Phil offered.
Dan scrunched his eyebrows together. "Where are we going?" Dan asked.
Phil shook his head. "A new case. Our work here on the demons is done. They won't be harming anyone here." Dan nodded, brushing his lips against Phil's cheek.
"You're the best, Philly." He whispered, collecting his laptop from the table. Phil smiled to himself.
Of course, he was still fazed from the kiss, even if it was only his cheek. "We all need someone sometimes, Dan." Dan looked up at Phil with wide eyes. "I'll always be the one there for you."

Minutes later, Phil was in the drivers seat of Dan's treasured Chevy Impala, the owner himself passed out beside him. Glancing at the sleeping form next to him, Phil smiled.