A/N:

If you skipped the last part because of the makeout scene then this is what happened:
-Max tells Darby he saw Phil's wings
-Phil and Samantha tell Darby what Max did
-Darby goes out to get milk
-Phil and Samantha start making put but Darby comes back and sees Phil's wings

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She drops the bags, and the bottles smash.

Darby, like most people would be, was astonished. Terrified.

In fact, she packed her things almost immediately and left to stay with Max, despite her knowing what he did to me. Guess she'd rather stay with a rapist than a 'monster'.

I tried to get her to stay. I tried to explain that Phil's not a monster and that he's actually heaven sent. But she wouldn't listen. It's so strange how someone who you've known for years will completely disregard you if they're put in a situation they don't understand.

Phil's wings are invisible now and it is eerily silent as we stand there alone.

None of us know what to say. None of us know how to respond to the situation. Phil takes a deep breath and takes it upon himself to break the heavy silence.

"I'm so sorry." He says, as if it's his fault.

"It's not your fault Phil..." I say sadly. None of us knew that Darby would return so quickly.

I stand up and slump onto the couch, weighted with emotion. I tell myself that I won't cry. This will all be over soon. Darby will come to her senses and realise that she completely overreacted.

But did she though?

Phil's a freaking angel. He's not even human. He may look it but he's far different from anyone on this earth.

Maybe she was smart in running away?

"Is it okay if I get in the shower?" Phil asks. I nod, not even looking at him.

As he leaves the room, I lay on my side and curl up into a ball, staring into nothingness. My mind goes blank.

I hear the boiler burst into life as Phil turns on the shower and I shiver as I remember seeing Dan's face in the boiler room. Recently, it was early to forget that Phil was an angel. It was easy to forget that I had a demon after me.

And why did I have this demon? Because my dad made a deal with him. But did he? My dad's skeptical. He doesn't believe things like that. I've never been told that my parents have been in a car crash ever. My dad certainly kept quiet about this, as did my mother. Does she know? Does my dad know I'm battling with this demon right now?

I stare more into the distance and my ears are filled with white noise. A long, monotone beep. It splits my ears and I sit up suddenly. I cover my ears with my hands but it doesn't do anything. I can still hear this long, droning noise. It pierces my brain.

I close my eyes tight, covering my ears, too confused to do anything.

Then I feel someone grab a fistful of my hair forcefully and the noise stops all at once as a terrifying voice growls "OPEN YOUR EYES."

I open my eyes and look up. What greets me almost makes me vomit.

Dan stands there with an enraged look on his face. He has his hand tangled in my hair and he holds onto it tightly, shooting pain into my scalp. I start to shake with fear. He's not in a dream. He's here. Right now. In the flesh. Like that night all over again.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH?!" He yells. When he speaks, it's with a distorted snarl and it sounds as if two people are talking at once.

"YOUR ANGELIC BOYFRIEND PUT ME THROUGH HELL!" He yells and pulls my hair down so my head jerks to the side. I put my hand on his fist that's holding onto my hair, trying to loosen his grip.

Dan chuckles. "Well... not literally... I've already been there... already done that." He shifts his weight from foot to foot for a moment.

I look at him with fear and I feel myself go pale.

"Do you know what he did?" Dan asks. "DO YOU?"

Tears start to spill down my cheeks and I shake my head to say no.

"When I came for you? When I almost had you? That little magic trick of his? Nearly KILLED ME!" He jerks my head down again so I'm laid on the sofa and he lets go of my hair finally. "Of course... he can't actually kill me... but you know what?"

Dan cracks his knuckles. "It hurt."

"And now... while his backs turned... while you're emotionally drained... I'm going to take what's mine. And I'm going to enjoy it..."

Dan pushes me so I'm laid on my back and then mounts me, putting his entire weight onto mine so I can't move. He hovers above me and looks directly into my eyes. I can feel myself becoming weak.

No...

I think to myself.

"No." I say out loud. "NO!" I scream. "GET OFF ME! GET OFF!" I suddenly find my voice. Dan looks slightly startled at best.

"You're pathetic." He growls as he puts his hands on my neck. Despite my hands being free, I can't move them. I want to scream again but find myself unable. I simply sob. "Go on. Scream. See if I care." Dan taunts, knowing I'm unable.

I try to but nothing but a hoarse squeak comes out.

Then the boiler falls silent and I know what that means. Dan doesn't notice. He continues to choke me.

Suddenly, Dan's launched across the room and he crashes into the opposite wall, falling to the floor like a limp doll.

I scramble to my feet and see Phil stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel loosely around his waist and his wings are spread out. He is dripping wet. I gulp.

"Phil... what a surprise." Dan sarcastically smirks with a croaky voice as he stands back up. "Come to enjoy the show I assume?" Dan waves his arm and Phil is thrown across the room and lands on the floor, hitting his head on the wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Phil lays there in a heap underneath his wings, completely still.

"Phil!" I yell, about to run towards his body before Dan puts out an arm and I'm frozen to the spot.

"I have to say Sam, you have a pretty crap angel."

I turn and look at Dan.

"F*ck you." I say shakily, trying to sound aggressive.

Dan chuckles. He stands in front of me and puts a delicate hand under my chin, lifting it softly so that our eyes meet. "You're pathetic." He remarks. "You're weak. You're stupid. You drive all your friends away... you know that when Phil goes, you're gonna be alone right?"

I move my face away from Dan and cast my eyes to the floor. It's true. When Phil goes, I'll have no one. I find myself wanting him to stay... but that's impossible... he'll die... and I'll be left without a guardian.

"I don't know why you don't just give in and let me take your soul now. I mean you're never gonna have a family of your own... even if you find the right person, you can't have a baby unless you adopt... but that just won't be the same..." Dan says this as if he's plucking it from the darkest parts of my own head. "And besides... after Phil... no one can compare... can they, babe?" Dan tilts his head as he talks to me like he's speaking to a child. I want to desperately to burst into tears.

Then, I see a movement in the corner of the room behind Dan. It's Phil.

I try not to pay attention.

"Then...kill me..." I say weakly, looking up at the man. My eyes well up... because I mean it. Because I want to die. But then Phil will die too, and I can't be that selfish can I?

I feel Dan's influence of me weaken and I can move. I reach out my hand and grab Dan's. His face is puzzled for a moment. He's shocked.

I fold his fingers to make him form a gun shape with his hand and I point it at my head. "Do it."

Then Dan suddenly gasps sharply and his whole body jerks up. He looks down at me before disintegrating into dust.

Phil stands behind where he was, breathless and holding out an arm. The towel around his waist is barely covering him and I can almost see everything. His hair is still dripping wet and he is obviously worn out and drousy from hitting his head.

"I think it's time..." He says breathlessly. "It's time to kill the demon..."

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A/N
Couldn't be bothered to proof read so if you find any mistakes, just pretend they aren't there