Demons Don't Bite (phan) (boyxboy) [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter 11

Phil's legs felt cold when he woke up. He moved his legs under the duvet, rolling over to see a shirtless Dan laying beside him. Phil yelped, flailing backwards and almost falling off the bed.

"You finally woke up." Dan commented. He was staring up at the ceiling, at nothing in particular.

"What are you doing in my bed?! And shirtless?" Phil asked, the memories of the night before not aware in his mind quite yet.

Dan scoffed softly, looking over at Phil. "You don't remember? I was drunk for fucks sake and I still know exactly what happened." Dan smirked as a look of realization spread scross Phil's face.

"Oh." Was all he could say, barely an audible noise coming from him. "I-" He paused. "I forgot."

Dan chuckled softly, rolling onto his side. Phil slouched down into the mattress, doing nothing but staring at Dan.

"It was rather nice, if you ask me." Dan said as if it was a casual concersation. Phil pulled the duvet up to his chest, running his fingers through his hair.

"I guess..." Phil felt his cheeks heat up, just wanting to be covered with his colourful duvet. "Are you still... Upset?" Phil asked quietly.

Dan gave a small shrug. "No. Not really. It was stupid for me to get worked up over it." Phil felt a heavy weight being lifted off his chest. "And considering the fact you were probably the best time I've had before... I couldn't stay mad at you." Dan winked, smirking a little. He sat up, pulling on the black shirt he had tore off his body the night before.

"Where are you going?" Phil questioned.

Dan didn't respond, instead commented, "I left you clean clothes on the edge of the bed."

Dan left the room, shutting the door behind him. Phil sat up, looking over at the small pile of clothes.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. I need a shower. He thought.

He pulled his green and blue duvet off him, revealing that he was wearing only his boxers. Phil reached over the grab the clothes, about to stand up when a burning pain shot up his spine. He shut his eyes, letting out a deep breath and forcing himself to walk to the bathroom.

After pulling off the strangely damp boxers, Phil turned the water on hot and got into the shower.

Soon after, he entered the kitchen clean and fully clothed. Dan was standing in the kitchen with the kettle, brewing a cup of tea.

"Is that for me?" Phil asked. Dan nodded, stirring in a small amount of honey. He slid the mug over to Phil.

"You cleaned yourself up I see." Dan teased.

"And you cleaned the kitchen up." Phil said with a scoff, taking a sip of the hot beverage. Dan rolled his eyes, moving a little bit closer to Phil. Phil set the mug down, raising an eyebrow at Dan.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked, watching as Dan slowly moved closer to him.

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil's torso, pressing their foreheads together.

Phil moved his hands up Dan's arms, resting them on his shoulders. "Now we're not doing this again." Dan smiled at Phil's comment, gently pressing his lips against Phil's.

Phil ran his hands up Dan's neck, holding the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. Dan chuckled, his eyes closed and cheeks red. "I know my job is to help you find your soulmate," He paused, "But I think we already found them."

Phil's eyes widened, a small smiled spreading across his face. Dan backed away so Phil could have his space. "What?! Who, where, when? How? What's their name? What are they like? A guy or a girl or something else?" Dan smiled at Phil's amusement.

"Well, you may find this hard to believe but-" Dan was cut off by the doorbell ringing. Everything fell silent, ominous almost.

Phil turned around, quickly leaving the kitchen to go see who it was. Dan followed, standing in the hallway as Phil opened the door.

Whoever it was pushed Phil to the side without saying a word and stormed up the stairs. Dan recognized him.

"Crowley."