Death Doesn't Discriminate •|• Sequel To If You Ever Come Back

3 - Did You Miss Me

I step back, shocked by Andy's sudden shouting. But he's not done yet.

"Dan is fucking dead, and he's not coming back! And if you don't believe me, you can ask Lucifer in the dungeons, where you'll be staying tonight!"

I turn around and stomp away, not even trying to answer him, and slam the door closed.

Fine, it appears I'm going to have to do this alone.

But what the hell do I do now? Ask Dil about his father because he might be my dead best friend?

No.

Ask Lucifer if he has something to do with this?

Definitely not.

I sigh and decide to go to my room. I'll probably find Patrick there, maybe he'll believe me. I don't think so, he didn't even believe me when I said Phil was acting weird.

But I have to talk to someone. My thoughts are driving me mad. I know what I'm thinking technically isn't possible. But still it won't leave me alone.

"Pat?" I storm into the room, but find it empty. The only person I find is Dil, lying on the couch, his mouth half-open and drooling slightly.

I can't bring myself to wake the boy up so I leave him there and continue calling Patrick's name, just a little less loud.

In the end I find him and Phil sitting on the floor in our bedroom. Phil is looking the saddest I've seen in days and Patrick is softly patting his shoulder.

Phil looks up with tears glistening in his pale blue eyes. "I don't remember him, Pete", he whispers.

"You... what?", I stutter awkwardly. This is not what I expected to see when I bursted into the room.

"Dan. Patrick keeps telling me about him but I don't remember anything. I don't know who he is!"

Phil's voice cracks at the last sentence and he punches the floor, leaving his hand unharmed  but a hole in the wooden planks.

Patrick looks at me with a desperate expression and stands up to walk closer to me.

"I didn't know what would happen", he whispers, his mouth only inches away from my ear. "You said to me it seemed like he didn't remember Dan so I decided to check it. I didn't know it would make him so upset."

"I loved him, didn't I?", Phil softly says from behind our backs.

I turn around and nearly break as I see him sitting there, so helpless. I never thought I'd say this, but I wish the overjoyed, childish Phil came back.

"Yes, you did", I whisper, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"But he's gone, Phil", Patrick adds. "It's no use to dwell about someone you will never be able to see again."

I nearly open my mouth to tell them about my thoughts that Dan might be still alive, but remember that I don't know it for sure and I don't want to give Phil false hope.

Suddenly I hear a clock behid me and freeze. I had almost forgotten about my lost bet, and there's no way in hell I'm going to tell Patrick about it.

I look on my watch. Yes, I have a watch and no, it's not old-fashioned and I know I can use my phone but I don't exactly have one in Heaven.

6:23pm. About six hours to go until my likely rendezvous with Lucifer. I don't exactly look forward to seeing that guy again. Even thinking about his creepy eyes that seem to switch between green and blue makes a shiver go down my spine.

Patrick notices I've turned pale and gently lays a hand on my shoulder. I know that movement. 'Is everything all right?', it means.

I nod without saying anything and turn around to walk back toward the couch, where Dil is groggily rubbing his eyes.

"Hey Pete", he says with a sleepy smile.

"Hey Dil" I return the smile but don't say anything else. I don't want to be reminded of Dan any more.

"Did you know my father?"

I choke on air and turn around, coughing. "What?", I manage to stammer.

"Patrick and Phil were talking about a Dan and since you reacted so weirdly when I told you my father's name I just thought..."

Dil looks down after his sudden explanation. "I just hoped you knew him. Then I'd have at least a bit of a connection to him here."

I sigh deeply before I start. "We did know a Dan-", I start but I put up my hand as I see Dil's face light up. "But he's dead. He was dead already but because he was an Angel the only place he could get hurt was Earth. And he died there..."

I swallow once and blink away the tears that are starting to well up. "So your Dan can't be our Dan. Our Dan is gone and-"

"He kept having these nightmares", Dil interrupts me. "He would scream names and beg someone to tell a certain Phil he loved him, and that this Phil made his life brighter..."

I don't hear him finish. My vision becomes blurry and I stumble backwards. Dan's last words echoe inside my mind.

Please... Please tell Phil that I love him... And that he couldn't do anyhing to change this... And that he made my life brighter...

The sound of Dan's broken voice that was muted by him choking on his own blood ricochets against the insides of my brain.

The world around me is spinning and I attempt to walk away, which only results in me having to grab the wall to stay on my feet.

The last thing I hear before falling into an abyss is a soft voice with an unmistakable British accent.

Did you miss me?

A/N: Great googly moogly it's all going to shit. I'm so sorry for not updating for so long but I literally just got back from my holiday in France and I had like no time to write there.

Anyway, here is a new chapter and I really hope you like it because I actually kinda do. The next chapter will have more Lucifer and I'm v excited to start writing him again because he was like my fav to write because come on, I always fall for the bad guys, even if they are my own.

So I'm sorry for making y'all wait so long and thanks for keeping up with me :) <3

~Panda