Heaven On Earth

Four|Angel

Dan's eyes blinked open to the beating yellow sun, and morning eye crust we all know and love. He started to loathe the normal bodily function of waking up as soon as he did. His head felt like it was going to explode, and the daylight outside seemed ten times brighter than it usually did.

He groaned, and his bed creaked under him as he shifted his weight over to the other side so he could face away from his window. What even is life?

This had to be the worst hangover Dan had ever experienced. His bones felt extremely heavy like bricks, and he was thinking about as straight as he was. It took a minute for him to even remember to remember.

Even though it hurt a little Dan tried to rack his brain for solid memories of the night before, but it seemed that everything after karaoke was a loud blur.

Phillip.

Dan's eyes widen as that name pops into his throbbing head. He had spent the entire night with Phillip in hopes of getting laid. He hadn't even meant to get that drunk, but Phillip was loaded, and didn't seem to mind. At least, if he did, Dan didn't remember. Wait, did he actually get lucky?

He sits up quickly, but sees no signs of another person having been in his bed. His door is closed, and he's in his boxers which was his normal sleeping attire. He still had on Ricky's giant sweater, but he didn't really mind it. It smelled like Ricky, and home.

Dan scratches his head. How in the hell did I get home? What happened to Phil? Why does it smell like something's burning?

Dan's nose scrunches up as he gets a wiff of something burnt coming from his kitchen. He jumps as he hears a loud clang, and groans again at how much louder it sounded in his hungover ears.

Was there an intruder?

Dan shakes his head at that. No way, Jose. He ain't about to deal with that today. Plus, who would try to rob his little apartment? The noise was probably just his dog, Gizmo. Gizmo is Ricky's dog, Dan.

Oh, yeah.

If Dan wasn't so fearless, and hungover he probably would have picked up a baseball bat, or shoe, or something before walking into the kitchen, but he was fearless and hungover, and simply got up to go check on the smell and noise.

Dan held his head as he dragged himself into his kitchen. The smell got stronger as he got closer, and he saw a bit of smoke. What the fuck?

What he saw was not the infamous Gizmo that didn't even live here getting into the trash or something, but Phillip frowning at a plate of burnt toast like he was disappointed in it for being burnt. Or really actually confused at the fact that it was burnt.

"Phillip?" Dan said, surprised.

Phillip turned around quickly as if surprised too, and his face went from confused to apologetic, "Oh, hello," he said awkwardly with the burnt toast in his hand, "Good morning, Daniel. I am offering my sincerest apologies to you for the mess I've made. I was trying to make you toasted white bread as I know you enjoy when starting your day, but I can't seem to work out the burning slot machine."

Dan's eyesbrows raised, "You mean, the toaster?"

"Is that what it's called?" Phil asked, "How interesting."

Dan was beyond confused. Had he slept with Phillip, and just didn't remember? If that were true how come there were no signs of that happening? How did Phillip know he liked toast? If they had had sex what was Phillip still doing here?

"Um, Phillip did we..." Dan trailed off hoping he'd understand what he was hinting at. Sadly, Phillip didn't.

"Did we what?" he asked, but the smoke alarm went off suddenly startling them both. Dan's ears were practically ringing with the noise.

Phillip looked around trying to identify the sound, "What is that?"

Dan moaned out from the pain in his head, and rolled his eyes, extremely annoyed, and made his way toward the beeping culprit. Luckily, he was six feet tall, and could simply just reach up to fix it.

"It's the smoke alarm. Have you never heard one before?" Dan asked as he pulled out the battery a little too violently. He was far to hungover to actually deal with it.

Phillip shook his head no, as Dan made his way over to him, and Dan tried to hide his confusion. He sat down in chair at the kitchen table because all the racket made him dizzy, and he was in pain.

"Are you okay?" Phillip asked.

"No," Dan mumbled.

"What is the problem? I could probably fix it for you."

Dan chuckled, "I highly doubt that. You'd have to be some type of miracle worker."

Phillip smiled a bit, "I have been called that before, along with many other flattering names."

"So you're a doctor?" Dan asked. That would explain the sophisticated tone of voice he had, and loads of money.

"No, I am better," Phillip said. And then he knelt down in front of Dan with his observant eyes taking his face in his hands. Dan removed his own hands from his head slightly startled as Phillip seemed to search for his pain. Dan could barely breathe as Phil rested his hands upon Dan's head, and closed his eyes.

The pounding in his skull drifted away slowly, and his body seemed to enlighten itself. He felt it go with wide and fascinated eyes. It felt like magic. But it was a quick experience, and Phil removed his hands with a satisfied look.

"Is that better?" Phillip asked.

Dan could barely find the words to speak. His headache seemed to have vanished in a matter of seconds at Phillip's touch. He didn't know whether to be in awe, or terrified.

"H-how did you...?" Dan stutters out scooting back from Phillip a bit.

"No, please don't be afraid," Phillip said hurriedly, "I can explain."

Dan was horrified at what he had just witnessed. People can not heal other peoples hangovers with a touch. That was completely impossible.

"How can you possibly explain to me that you can heal people with a touch? Did you just come out of Hogwarts or some shit?" Dan said, still keeping his distance from Phillip.

Phillip's face scrunched up in confusion, "What is Hogwarts?"

"That doesn't answer my question," Dan snapped, "Either tell me how you did that, or I'm calling the police."

Phillip stood up straighter, "There is no need to call the authorities, Daniel."

"Oh, yeah? Then you better get to explaining."

Dan's head was racing with questions, and what had just happened was so bizzare Dan was sure he still hungover. Whoever this Phillip guy really was seemed dangerous, and Dan didn't want any part of it. He didn't even know why he let him stay this long anyway, the guy was just a target for a hook up!

Phil cleared his throat, and stared at Dan gently despite his pericing blue eyes. His voice was low and powerful as he spoke, "I am an angel of the lord."

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AN: Yes, Phillip is based off of Castiel. I do what I fucking want.