Phil was outside the building, ready to strike.
It looked like an old hotel, three floors of vampire habitat. Phil closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
He opened his eyes to the metal back door, pulling out his machete. He reached out a hand, and pulled open the door. He clicked on his flashlight, and entered the building.
It was strange just how normal it looked. There was classic, floral wallpaper, brown doors to every room, cheap brown carpet. It was like he was staying at this place. He heard movement from the end of the hallway, and quickly made his way into the basement. His first priority was Dan, then the other vamps. Their deaths could wait.
He crept down the stairs, alert for any noise other than his own footsteps. He gripped his machete tight, terrified of working alone with no one to watch his back.
He peered through the basement window, seeing two vamps conversing on the other side. Phil hugged the wall. He knew Dan was down here. It was just as wet and grey as it was in the vision.
Phil listened to the conversation, hoping for clues.
"-the boy. You know he'll come for him." It was a man's voice, very gruff and deep.
"So we'll guard him. I am not leaving because of one stupid hunter!" That was a woman, maybe in her fifties. They seemed to be talking about him.
"It's not 'one stupid hunter,' Cordeilia! It's Phil Lester!" Argued the man. Phil made a split second decision. After all, if Dan wasn't there to be a daredevil, Phil had to take his place.
With that, Phil busted into the room, knife at the ready. He smiled at them. "You called?" He smirked. Something weird felt like it was taking control. This wasn't Phil Lester, this was something completely different.
With a swing, he beheaded the man, too caught in surprise to defend himself. Phil couldn't control himself, and he turned towards Cordelia, the impulse throbbing in him to slice off her head.
Cordelia smiled. "Philip Lester, the son of God's favourite." She walked in circles around him. Phil had the urge to growl at her like a primal beast. "How ironic that you're here to save a demon."
Phil growled. "He's not a demon." He said quietly, glaring pointedly at the Vampire. "Give him back to me, or I will kill you." Phil tightened his grip on the knife in his hand, prepared to fight.
Cordelia laughed. "You? Kill me?" She chuckled. "You're not strong enough! You haven't even started the angel transition yet!" She laughed again, but was brought back to calmness by a strong wind coming through the windowless basement. The two enemies looked around for the source, just as a familiar, short demon with honey-coloured hair appeared next to Phil.
"Hey girl, it's been a while!" Tyler said to the ever-startled Phil. Phil raised an eyebrow at him, but the King of Hell just winked. Phil decided to just go with it.
Cordelia stared in fear at the short man in front of her. She stepped back. "Your majesty." She said shakily. Tyler just smiled at her.
Phil watched the scene taking place. Was Tyler her boss? Phil couldn't tell, but obviously the King had some sort of power over her. "Cordelia! What an honour. I assume you have my package ready? Untouched and alive, I'm presuming."
Cordelia stared in horror, and Phil clued in.  Cordelia owed him something- or, rather, someone: Dan. The vamp quivered slightly. "N-no, your majesty." She looked down at her feet, ashamed. The King rolled his eyes.
"You knew the deal, vampy." Tyler said, sparing a glance at Phil, motioning for him to go down the hallway to Tyler's left. "You know the price I offered."
Phil started to sneak down the hallway until he got far enough to run. He started remembering the vision, trying to recall the room. It was cement and wet, but what else? Phil couldn't remember.
He dashed into the first room he encountered to find a half-dead Dan on the floor. "Dan!" Phil cried, running over to him and sinking to his knees. Phil flipped Dan over onto his back, searching for a sign of life.
"Phil," Dan said weakly. Phil looked into the pitch black eyes of the demon. "You came for me." Phil felt the tears forming in his eyes, one slipping out and down his cheek.
Phil chuckled slightly. "Of course I did. I could never leave you." Phil pushed the blood soaked hair out of Dan's face, admiring the soft angles and the beautiful features. "I love you, Daniel. No matter what." Dan smiled roughly, exposing bloodstained teeth. He coughed harshly, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"I love you so much, Phil." Dan choked out, and with a final breath, stopped breathing.
Phil felt his whole world crumble in his hands. His friend, his hunting partner, his guardian angel, was there in front of him, dead on the ground. They'd only worked with each other three times, but Phil felt a connection. He knew that Dan was going to be his forever, his happy place, his whole world.
And now it was gone.
A burst of uncontrollable energy raced through Phil's veins, and he rested his hand on Dan's palms. To Phil, he couldn't see the bright aura that surrounded him, or the way his eyes turned completely white. He couldn't see the blackness from Dan's aura collide with his own white one, and he couldn't see Dan's finger start to twitch.
To Phil, Dan was dead.
But to Dan, he was only just starting to live.