Phan One Shots

The Bar in Hell - Part 2

A/N: So this is part 2 to The Bar in Hell, so if you for some reason haven't read the first part, definitely go and give that a read before you read this.

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Phil woke one morning and padded into his bathroom to get ready for the day. His mind went back to the night that happened a couple days beforehand; Dan had shown him a different side, a side he thought he liked. He also thought about how Dan was his type looks wise and how weird that was. Not everyday  a demon walks into your bar and ends up making you fall for them.

They had spoken each day since then, spending a majority of their time together, getting to know one another. They almost had a kiss as well, which made Phil blush every time he thought about it. What would it be like to kiss a demon, he thought?

After brushing his teeth, he made his way downstairs to the bar area. Phil lived above the bar, as he now worked for the Devil himself; then he remembered, Dan was the Devil's son! He face palmed, as he walked over to the mop and began to mop up the floor, trying his hardest to remove the odd stains from the wood.

Then he heard the main door open and close with a slam, causing him to look up instantly, but he didn't expect to see Dan stood in the doorway with tear stained cheeks and slices across his bare chest. Dan collapsed to the floor, his energy completely depleted and Phil dropped the mop to run to his aid.

"Dan!" Phil cried, as he got to the demon. He rested Dan's head on his lap and brushed back his fringe, which was sticking to his forehead from the sweat. "Dan what happened?"

Dan didn't reply. His eyes shut and his breathing slowed.

"Oh my god," Phil said. He called out for his manager and they both carried Dan up to Phil's room, placing him on Phil's bed.

"What the heaven has happened?" Phil's boss - Marco - asked, wiping his face.

"I don't know, he just turned up like this," Phil sighed, dabbing at Dan's wounds with a damp cloth. "Who would do this?"

"I don't know, but those wounds are too deep, he needs medical attention," Marco said. "I'm not getting involved though. The Devil's son, bleeding in my bar. This is not good. Not good at all."

"It's fine," Phil snapped. "I'll look after him!"

Marco left the room as quick as he could, leaving Phil alone with an unconscious Dan. Phil stared down at Dan, wondering who on earth could have done such a thing. The wounds were too precise, which could only mean a torturer did this, but why?

A couple hours passed before Dan finally woke. He sat up from the small bed, wincing at the pain in his stomach and looked around the room he was in. Opposite him was a small, wooden desk with a notebook and lamp on top, beside it was a bookshelf full of many books of different shapes and sizes. To his left was a side unit with the book 'The Great Gatsby' on it and then his eyes trailed to the door, as it opened, revealing Phil.

"Oh thank god you're awake!" Phil smiled and pulled the chair from his desk over to the bed before sitting on it.

"Where am I?" Dan asked, rubbing his sore head.

"My bedroom," Phil replied. "Don't you remember coming here?"

Dan shook his head and glanced down at his wounds, then realising he was almost stark naked in front of Phil. He urgently grabbed at the duvet and pulled it up over himself before looking at Phil with fear in his eyes.

"What happened, Dan?" Phil asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know, all I remember is leaving my house after breakfast this morning and then made my way to my work on earth when these guys grabbed me and then it goes black," Dan sighed, his eyes glossed over. "I then woke in this weird room and these demons were wearing masks except for one of the torturers but he must be new because I didn't recognise him."