Demons Got Angel Wings | DM x J3T |
Angel AU – Remember this doesn't reflect their real lives or families.
George p.o.v – October 2009
"Protect Daniel at all costs. You'll know who he is." Those were the latest orders Amenadiel gave to me as I was leaving heaven again. I think I know who Daniel is, but apparently when I see him I will instantly recognize him. He was born an angel and had been having some problems with humans, but that is all that I know. I have been an angel since I died in a drive by shooting many years ago. I suppose there are some perks to living forever, like being able to reinvent yourself whenever. Right now I am George Ragan a 28-year-old man from Los Angeles who had a girlfriend in fellow angel Asia and together we co-parent our 4-month-old daughter Ava. For a job I have been the rapper/guitarist in a band called Hollywood Undead since 2005. Our first record came out last year and we're on tour.
We're supposed to be getting a new guy today. We had to kick out Deuce because he didn't turn up for tour. There were other things involved in the decision to kick him out but the not showing up was the final nail in the coffin. You can't lead in the band if you decide that you can't be bothered with touring, that is just not fair. You have to accept that with the success and the fame comes a lot of touring. You will be away from your family a lot and we're just used to that fact now. This new guy Jorel seems to know has seemed to accept it pretty well. Jorel mentioned something about the fact that he did warped tours for a few years. That is one step better than us, we've been banned cause we have been drunk and caused a bit of chaos.
He was supposed to be flying in today as we have a day off to introduce ourselves and to get to know him a little better before our first performance tomorrow. It is a lot of pressure on a young guy for sure. "The new guy should be here in half an hour, be nice all of you," Jorel says, and I just chuckle. I can't believe that he has the audacity to tell us to be nice. I could see Jordon shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. Dylan and Matthew didn't react, but they were busy on their phones. "What do you mean be nice? We're always nice," I tell him. I know I can look intimidating with my height and muscle structure, but I am really a gentle giant. Jordon teases Matt by calling him gay all the time, but no actual harm or ill intent is behind it.
"I'm just reminding people in case they decide to start a massive prank war like we did last time, and it didn't end well," Jorel says, and I remember that very well. It started off fine and everyone was enjoying it and having fun until Matt and Dylan joined forces to plan a massive prank on Aron. We all thought it was hilarious but Aron obviously and he tried to ban us from ever doing another prank war, but he isn't here to force us into that rule that was never actually implemented. We all agreed just to shut him up, but we had no intentions of ever stopping. We just wanted to try and please him as best we could so that we would at least have a future as a band. I didn't think it looked good on us that we had such a diva as a lead singer when we were barely established as a band.
There was a lot to think about when it came to what record labels and more importantly our fan base would think. I have always been of the opinion that it didn't matter much what the label though, but it mattered more what the fans thought because they would be the ones buying our albums, our merch, and coming to the shows. I know I should care about what the managers think a little bit more, but they are also there to screw you over and get more money for themselves. Well, at least that is my honest opinion. I have been around for long enough to see how the music management industry has shaped and changed. It has not always been with the artist's best interests at heart that is for sure. "He'll be fine Jay, stop stressing," Jordon says.
Just as Jordon says that the new guy appears. Our manager had gone to pick him up from the airport. Instantly without knowing his name I knew that this was the young angel I have now been tasked to protect. Angels know when other angels are around, and I have definitely met him in heaven before now. "Guys meet Danny. Danny meet George, Matt, Jordon, and Dylan," Jorel says, and as our names are said we give him a little wave. Danny definitely recognized me and before he even chose to discover where his bunk is he sat down next to me. Jorel was surprised but I think he was happy that we are gonna get on with Danny. I gotta admit Danny is a pretty handsome guy, he also has that innocent look about him.
That might not help with his issues with demons and humans attacking him, but he has me to protect him now. No one is going to hurt him whilst he is around me that is for sure. Danny feels comfortable around me which might have something to do with the fact that we're both angels, but I am not sure. Jorel has probably been talking to him about us. Jorel had been talking to him for weeks trying to get him to join us apparently. We decide to do a quick little get to know each other session which basically was us telling him our birthdays and finding out his. We also did other basics like what our favorite colors are and what our favorite types of music were. It is pretty basic stuff but worth it to know him a little better. He is a good fit for the band.
The guys let me give Danny the grand tour while they decided to go and see where we should go explore. "What do you think about the bus so far?" I ask, I don't want to jump in with the angel stuff and frighten the poor kid talking about angel stuff so soon after we have met up again after so long. Danny puts his bag on the bunk we had saved for him and smiles. "It's good, spacious compared with the last one I was on but then again I was in a four-man band last time," he tells me. That is a fair point, we have a larger tour bus because there is 6 of us in the band plus crew. He sits down on the bunk and swings his legs. God I have never fallen so quickly for someone in my life. "I take it the others don't know about the angel deal?" Danny asks, and I nod.
"Yeah not yet, but they will probably know soon. They will want more angels eventually. Amenadiel probably told you that he has asked me to protect you," I tell him. I might as well be up front and honest about it. I know that Amenadiel is slightly overprotective of those angels like Danny who were basically born angels. That is not to say that he doesn't care about the rest of us angels who died during our human lives and became angels because he does. Some angels just naturally have a bias towards those that are pure innocent angels. "Yeah he did mention it, he was extremely hesitant about me returning to earth without some form of protection," he tells me. That does make sense, he would be worried about more attacks and more severe attacks at that.
"That is fair enough. I am sure God had something to do with it. If you thought Amenadiel was bad with the overprotectiveness God is ten times worse," I tell him. It made him chuckle at least which was what I was going for. We had to cut the angel talk short because Jorel and Dylan walked back in. I hadn't had the chance to ask him how he became an angel. I know he was born one but there are many different ways you can become one. Angel parents make angel babies, angel parent and human parent make angel babies. There are so many different possibilities to consider and the curious side of me wants to know which one. I think there is another way angels are born, but I have not really heard of people born that way.
Danny sorted out his bunk while I lay in mine. We're just going to let him try and settle in the best he can right now. I know it is a lot to get used to and that it is a big change, but I know Danny can handle it. He's stronger than he looks, and he has been through enough to make him take on any challenge with ease. Dylan and Jorel walked in, and we all started talking about what is going to happen tomorrow. I know we probably shouldn't right this moment, but Danny likes being prepared. I do think it's good that he'll have some idea of what he is getting into at least. He mentioned something about how he wasn't sure how we do things during shows compared with his last band. We filled him in the best we could, but we want him to form his own stage presence.
The fans are going to love him, I can tell. He just has that bubbly energy around him, and he would probably have a good time jumping around on the stage like we do. He is already showing us that he is fitting in well. Jorel seems happy that it is going so well. He can be more of a worrier than Jordon sometimes and that is saying a lot. Jordon has somehow managed to earn himself the title of band dad, despite being younger than three of us (Matt, Jorel and I) and older than Danny and Dylan. He has not shown that side to Danny yet, but I know that we should probably prepare him for that. He will be bombarded soon enough. He will make sure that he is eating during the day and has had enough to drink.
If we get the slightest sign of an illness he is on us like a car bonnet and makes sure we're resting and taking any medications for fevers and stuff. It can be quite overwhelming for someone, so we should probably talk about that too while we are getting him settled in and letting him know us a little better. I think Jordon was getting everyone lunch. I just hope it is not Taco Bell again, 6 guys sharing one small bathroom after a Taco Bell dinner is a recipe for disaster if I am being honest. That toilet is small, and smells stay in there for a LONG time. Take it from someone who has experienced it before you don't want that. Jorel was talking to Danny about that, but I feel like he was told already, and he was just having a refresher.
I keep looking at Danny to try and gauge his reaction to all of this. We haven't exactly been taking it easy on him with all of the information. Luckily, angels have good memories, so he is not going to struggle that much. He did look quite tired though, he has spent most of the day traveling so I am not that surprised he is tired now. He comes to sit next to me when we move to the back living area to hang out in a more comfortable space than the bunk area. My first instinct is to put my arm around him and pull him slightly closer. I was a little worried about his reaction, but he soon settled into it and made himself more comfortable. Even though it was not expected it felt very natural and no one batted an eye about the fact that we were so close.
Dan had gone silent after a little while and I was worried that he might have fallen asleep. I look down and see he was messaging his mom on his phone. He stops and looks at me, and I had to hide my emotions. I have definitely fallen for the angel over the time I have known him. I do give him a smile so that he does not worry about me. "What are you looking at?" he asks, I forget how sassy he has been in the past and how he still is. "I thought you had fallen asleep to be honest. You had gone very quiet," I tell him. I would not have minded if he had fallen asleep, but he would have been having trouble sleeping later on tonight and he doesn't need that. "Nah just texting my mom and brothers. They wanted to know when I got here safely," he tells me.
"Fair enough I didn't mean to look over your shoulder, like I said I thought you had fallen asleep," I tell him. I don't want him to think that I was looking over his shoulder deliberately to spy on his messages. I just happened to glance at the screen and saw that he was texting his mom. "Don't worry about it. I know it was not intentional, I was trying not to fall asleep honestly," he replies. It makes sense thinking about it because he would have gotten up early then gotten on like one or two flights to get here and you wouldn't be able to sleep on the plane because of how nervous you are. It has been a long day for him, and he needs his rest.
He'll be nervous this time tomorrow since it will be his first ever show with us. I think the fans will love him, he literally has the voice of an angel, and he brings this positive energy to the room and it's a nice change. We'll be by his side the whole time cheering him on and making sure he has a good time. "Yeah I bet you're tired and looking forward to bedtime," I tell him, and he nods. Then he yawns and I rub his arm once he stops. He didn't really sleep last night I think. He gets up and stretches as I don't think that he wants to fall asleep before dinner. "Yeah but not right now. Should we go and explore a bit?" He asks and I happily agree.
3 years later - Danny's p.o.v
Amenadiel can be a pain in the butt to most angels, but he always has our best interests at heart. For me having George in my life has been the best thing that he has ever done. We have been dating for the last two years and I would not change a thing about it. The guys accepted it, which is a bonus, I think we would have done it regardless of their opinion because it was getting to the point where we both knew that we couldn't deny the feelings for each other any longer. There was a natural attraction between us and the more we got to know each other the stronger it grew. We also moved in with each other about six months ago. I was more than ready for that because I had been a little nervous been in the apartment on my own.
Ever since the last attack I became more aware of the demons around my apartment and how they were so desperate to sink their claws into someone pure like me. It made me worry for the rest of the band too, they will know that we know humans and it will be so easy for them to kill our friends and turn them into demons. They will have the instinct to murder us even if their mind is still intact and saying otherwise. It is something they cannot help; they are just programmed to kill. "You were overthinking again," George explains as he suddenly makes me jump by hugging me tightly. I hug him back and try to put the thoughts out of my mind. Then I swear that I heard Amenadiel's voice in my head telling me something, but I was trying to ignore it.
He absolutely hates the out-of-control demons, the ones that just go out hurting innocent people. Maze is a different story though. All the time he has spent on earth because of Lucifer and Linda has made him appreciate Maze a little bit more. I think Maze is great, but at the same time I know that I better not mess with her because she can dish it out for sure. "Yeah, I am sorry babe I just can't help it. I think those demons are plotting to hurt the guys to get back at us," I tell him. I haven't told him that I know they are plotting something. He is just as protective of me as Amenadiel has been if not more so. I know he would love to kill those demons for hurting me. I knew he would be closely followed by Amenadiel if anything else should happen to me and it was a demon behind it.
"I'll be honest Dan. I have kind of been worried about that too. I think we might need to start preparing the guys to be introduced into the angel demon world before it's too late," George says, he had his hand on his neck like he was nervous about it. I get why he would be nervous about it though; it is a life changing topic we must talk about. It's not every day where we sit down with our band mates and say, "Hey guys, angels and demons really exist, and we are angels about to be murdered by some crazy ass demon." We wouldn't say it exactly like that because that would make them terrified and never want to accept us. We'd have to be careful when explaining it to them. We've got to do a lot of explaining when we do decide to let them know.
"Yeah, we're going to have to sit them down soon and let them know what is going on," I tell him. I have a feeling if we don't do it in the next week or so that we are going to have that decision taken away from us and then we will have no choice. I would much rather them find out from us than have the demons show up when the 6 of us are together in the same room and we are attacked. That is the ultimate nightmare for me personally and I am sure George would feel the same way. "They are coming over tonight. I'd rather start now and start explaining the angel side and then the demon side at a later date once they have absorbed all of that information," George says. That makes sense to me for sure, break it down in stages.
I will be honest and say that I hadn't even thought about it that way. We could answer any questions on the angel topic they wanted and then over the coming days, weeks, and probably even months introduce more topics of conversation. It would make conversations more interesting that is for sure, and I would love to have more people that I don't have to hide who I really am inside from. Don't get me wrong, I love having George to talk to, but we know about each other already and a lot there is to know about our angel lives. It would be nicer to talk to someone new and someone who is newer to the life and the things we have gone through. Well not all the things we have gone through would be ideal topics of conversation.
The demon attacks and human attacks I have experienced throughout the years are things I do not want to relive ever. Going through them every night in my nightmares is enough. "Yeah, I think that would be a good place to start. Ease them into it all and just hope we have enough time to do all of this the way we want to," I tell him. I am not sure if he has been threatened yet, but I know for sure that the demons know we are good friends with 4 humans. They will have been watching us, well more like watching me to wait for the next opportunity they think they might have to hurt me again. "Well, if the demons do try anything it will be the last thing they ever do and they'll regret it," George replies. We'll also have to speed up some topics.
I am going to try and keep positive about things though; I know that this is only a possibility and might not happen today. It might happen months down the line, and everything has gone smoothly. There are so many different options that we will have to inevitably have to deal with. We have to go to Walmart to get the rest of the ingredients for dinner and probably some alcohol, but I don't want them to get drunk while we tell them these thing or they won't remember, and it would be awkward trying to explain it all again. I trust George's judgement as I am leaving him in charge of it. As much as I am ready and willing to let them into our real lives I am completely nervous for it and have no idea on how we would approach it to begin with.
The trip to Walmart was uneventful but I still feel like I need to watch my back. I don't think the demons themselves would try and attack in a public place, but they can easily convince a human to. "Danny, look into my eyes baby," George says, we are still in the car in Walmart parking lot. I look into his eyes, and instantly calm down. He rubs my cheek with a finger as we keep eye contact. "We don't have to talk to them about it tonight if it's going to stress you out too much baby," he tells me, and I shake my head. I was panicking but not about what the band will think about all of this. "No, it's fine we have to do it tonight," I tell him. There is no use putting it off because I am a little nervous about something that is probably never going to happen.
"Okay but you can always change your mind whenever you want," he tells me, and then kisses me. I kiss him back and we get out of the car. We don't really hold hands in public, not because of any homophobia or anything like that we have just chosen not to. It is just what is more comfortable for us. I will stay pretty close to George though and rarely wander away from the cart to go and look in a particular aisle or anything. As much as I would love to surprise George with a nice little present to show him how much I appreciate him and how much I love him, I do that on our anniversary and valentine's day anyway. He knows how much I love him; he doesn't need some physical token of my appreciation. He is the same with me, I don't expect little presents all the time.
Now it is time to go and get whatever ingredients we are missing for the pasta dish I am making for dinner. George has the list and since I don't feel very confident today I am just going to follow his lead and get the things off the shelves that he asks me to. I think George has picked up on my lack of confidence, but there isn't really a whole lot he can do in this situation other than just be there for me and we both have to wait for this to pass. George puts his arm around my shoulder and sneaks a kiss on my cheek when no one is looking. I'll kiss him back later; someone was walking down the aisle towards us, and we both felt like we don't need to kiss each other back every time. We make it through the shop without any issues.
Jordon was waiting outside when we got back. I am making a vegetarian safe pasta bake but offered Jordon the chance to make some meat to go with it for those that eat meat. Jorel isn't fully vegan yet, but I have a feeling that day will come soon enough. George and Jordon talk while I put all the groceries away, we don't need them yet. It's only 2 pm and I don't need to start cooking until like 6 pm, maybe even later. I told the guys they could show up whenever I think Jordon wanted to prepare the marinade for the meat and give it a good few hours to let the meat soak it up and taste better. I am not really sure what he has planned, but I let him do whatever he needs to in the kitchen. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Jordon asks.
"Yeah I'm fine, must have had a bad dream I don't remember or something," I tell him. George walks around the island counter and hugs me. "I think it was a bad dream last night, I remember waking up and hearing you talking about something not good," George says, covering for me which I will forever be grateful for. I don't want all of my silly little fears and anxieties to ruin what is set to be a perfectly nice and happy afternoon. "Oh fair enough I guess. If you need to take a nap or something please just go for it. I'll even make the pasta for you if you are too tired," Jordon tells me, and I smile as I shake my head. I will be fine; I don't think sleeping now will be any use to me whatsoever. I would probably end up having a real nightmare.
"I appreciate that a lot Jordon, but I think I will be fine. I think I would have another nightmare if I tried to sleep now and I can do the pasta no worries," I tell him. He looked a little skeptical, but he seemed to eventually accept it when he had a minute to let it sink in. Then we were interrupted by another knock on the door, and it was Jorel. I am glad he is here, so I can have him tell me what it is he doesn't want in the pasta, and I can accommodate his needs exactly. I think it's the cheese sauce that I am most worried about, I was going to put some broccoli and sweetcorn in as well, but I don't know when Jorel plans to make the vegan transition a thing. He has been talking about it often in the last few months. I don't know if he was serious about it or not.
"Right then, I'm not making the pasta or the sauce for a while yet. However, I have to ask, are you still vegetarian or are you vegan now?" I ask Jorel, he was looking at the recipe for the sauce I had out to help me remember what I am doing. If he were a vegan now, I would have to go to the store and buy dairy free cheese and whichever new variety of milk that would go with it. My best guess would be soya milk and I'd have to make 2 separate pasta dishes because as much as we all respect Jorel's views and opinions we have our own which don't exactly follow his. As much as I would be willing to at least try it, the others won't, and I have to respect my friends' opinions. "Nope, still vegetarian for now, I think I'm going to keep going for a while yet then switch in like five years or something," he tells me.
"Well, that is one less thing to worry about, I have never made a vegan friendly cheese sauce before, and I would have to make at least two pasta dishes. As much as I love the adventure and the opportunity to try something new, I don't think everyone else will be the same as me," I tell him. He chuckles as he puts the paper down. I have always been open with him and told him that if he was going to be changing his diet I might give it a go every now and again, but I hoped he wouldn't be offended if I had ended up not liking it. "That's fair, even if I do turn vegan I am not going to force it on you guys. Think I might be very disliked if I did," Jorel tells me, and we go to join the others. I was a little nervous still, there were only two more members left to arrive.
Jorel hadn't commented on how pale I looked, but I know he was worried about it. I saw the look of concern on his face when I opened the door. Jordon told him I was tired when I was just within ear shot, so he must have asked someone. He wouldn't have asked me because I would have said that I feel fine and there is nothing to worry about, but he has a harder time believing me than some of the others. George is the same and I almost thought Jordon would be another one, but he seems to accept whichever answer I give him. Jordon and Jorel had a beer while they talked, and I cuddled up to George on the little outside loveseat. "I think this is going to be fine you know," George tells me. He was quiet about it, so they didn't overhear.
"I think so, it seems like those two are in good spirits so far. We'll just have to see how it goes," I tell him. I was still a little paranoid but sitting here in George's arms made me feel a little better about everything. I was slowly beginning to accept that maybe the demons are going to leave us alone for once and we can just get on with our lives. This is what I am hoping for at least. Dylan and Matt arrived by hopping over my back yard fence. We greeted them and Jordon immediately supplied them with a beer each. We then got talking while we all relax before I have to start cooking. "Hey babe, I'll tell them about the whole thing when you go into to start cooking. That way you don't have to worry about saying anything and then I can explain," George whispers to me, and I nod.
I think that I like that way a whole lot better. At least that way I have more time before I have to explain how I became an angel to them. I don't mind, but I think it is a little bit bizarre compared with most people. I was originally a stillborn baby, but God had told me that I was destined for greater things, so I was sent back. My mom always calls me her little miracle because I suddenly came back to life in her arms after the doctors had long since given up on me. It is a rarer way for angels to be created, but they are special as they are hand chosen by God. I have lived a relatively healthy life up until early adulthood, that was when I met demons for the first time. They cannot tell the difference between the different ways angels are made. They hate us all the same regardless.
I looked at my phone after I felt it buzz in my pocket and realized it is time for me to start cooking the pasta and getting everything ready. I kiss George on the lips, and he kisses me back. "Right if I don't start cooking now then we're not going to have any dinner," I tell them. It makes them laugh and George winks at me. I know what is going to happen while I am gone, and I am trying not to show how nervous it is making me feel. They will probably be fine with it. After all Matt believes in aliens so the concept of two of his close friend being angels shouldn't be that extreme. We joke about angels and demons all the time, so if we come out and say hey we're gay angels deal with it they would probably be fine with it after all. It is just my brain working overtime with anxiety as per usual.
That is another thing that people get wrong about God. They usually use the whole "Man should not lie with man as he does with woman," quote from the bible. When in reality before the 1970's it was actually "Man should not lie with a child as he does with a woman," If I were to ask God himself what he thinks of George and I's romantic relationship, I know for a fact that I would have his blessing. I am pretty sure George asked him about it before he asked me out if my memory serves me correctly. I would love it if we asked for his blessing for us to be married one day. I am sure he would say yes. I wasn't concentrating on cutting the broccoli properly and accidentally sliced my finger. "Ah fuck, of course I was going to do that," I tell myself as I tend to my own wound.
Jordon walked in and saw me by the kitchen sink holding a piece of kitchen towel over my wound. "Jesus fucking Christ Danny, what happened?" he asks me. I let him clean and put the band-aid over my cut. I wash the knife because I don't think anyone would appreciate my blood being in the pasta bake. "I wasn't paying attention and the knife slipped," I tell him. He shakes his head and gets the steaks out of the fridge. I continue with my preparation with adult supervision this time. "Well that was clever of you wasn't it?" he responds. I nod as I try my best to not distract myself again and get myself more injuries. George hasn't said anything yet. Jordon would have asked me questions if he had. I think he was just checking to see how the steaks were doing before he cooked them closer to dinner.
I think George is telling them now, I could see them through the window just about and I saw shock on their faces. I hope we will still be having dinner after all of this. I didn't injure myself for nothing you know. I can't believe that I am over thinking again. I am sure that everything is going to be fine, I don't need to stress myself out. I also don't need to burn myself on the hot stove, I don't think anyone would be happy if I spent the evening in either urgent care or the emergency room. I don't even want to end up there tonight for any reason. Luckily, I get everything sorted without further issues and injuries. All it needs now is a little bit of cooking to warm it up again and melt the cheese and crunchy topping. Then it will be perfect.
I walk back out to join the others and I go and sit on George's lap. He was talking to them about how he became an angel, and they were listening intently. They were happy by the looks of things, but they were also shocked and curious. There are a lot of different emotions going on at the moment. George held my hands and rubbed where my injury was before kissing it. He will ask about it later if Jordon hasn't already told him about my stupidity. Then he continued his talk about how he became an angel. I was in heaven when he told me. It was a drive by shooting one night, George the innocent person who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The gang violence in Los Angeles hasn't gotten any better in recent years.
It hasn't gotten dramatically worse, but there has been no improvement either. It is a shame and makes it a terrible place for anyone to consider raising their children. Back when we were children it was very similar to a warzone will all of the riots and things. "How about you Danny? How did you become an angel?" Jorel asks, George finished his speech on the whole thing, and I suddenly noticed all eyes were on me now. It is only fair that I tell my short story since they know George's and then we can answer any more questions they have. "Mine's quite different to George's. On the twenty-first of November in nineteen eighty-five my mom was in labor with me. Everyone thought it was going well until I actually arrived," I start.
"They couldn't get me breathing and my parents were devastated. I don't remember being in heaven because I was a tiny newborn baby, but according to everyone since then God told me that I had a bigger destiny, and it wasn't my time to go. I came back to life in my mom's arms, and she shouted for a doctor. I have been called her little miracle ever since," I tell them. It wasn't as long or as dramatic as George's, but I didn't have a life before I died, I was literally born and then came back to live after. They were shocked and I think that it might have been a little too much for them to handle, but they also seemed fine with it. They haven't been angry this entire time and I would be lying if I didn't say that I was glad that it seems to be going well.
We change the topic to talk about something else to give them some time to digest all of the information that they had just piled on them from the pair of us. "What happened to your hand?" George asks me. I look at my hand where the cut had bled through the band-aid a little bit, but nothing too serious. "I wasn't concentrating when I was cutting the broccoli and the knife slipped a little bit. I will be okay though," I tell him. I know George wants to look at it himself, but I didn't feel like it was necessary right now while the guys still need us a bit more. I am not in immediate danger of bleeding out from this. There will be time once the guys leave for the night or whatever. "That was clever wasn't it?" George asks, and I shake my head.
"No, it really wasn't," I tell him. I can't turn back time and make everything okay again. I am sure it is nothing and that it will heal just fine, maybe even heal itself before the end of the week if I am super lucky. It is times like this where I wish we had super healing powers and it would have healed itself by now and I wouldn't have to explain how much of an idiot I had been when I hadn't been paying attention to what I was doing. "You'll be fine baby, I was just worried that you had been attacked again that's all," George whispers to me. It kinda feels good to know that you are not the only one who worries about things like that. It makes your feelings validated and you know in your own head that you are not going crazy about it.
"Yeah I think I would have shouted you for help if it had been," I whisper back. They don't know about demons yet, and I think that is the last thing we need right now. It's enough on them to find out angels really exist and that two of us are angels and what our backstories are. There will be plenty of time for us to explain when they ask about the different types of supernatural beings and how they interact with each other or not in most cases. I know vampires and werewolves fight all the time, same with angels and demons. The vampires and werewolves rarely get in contact with angels or demons for any reason, we just keep to our warring factions I guess. I've never actually met a vampire or werewolf to confirm nor deny this. It is just what Amenadiel has told me.
I don't believe everything Amenadiel tells me, there are still some genuine myths in angel lore. I just haven't figured them all out yet. I haven't really been paying attention to which ones were real or not because I have been busy trying to lead the best human life I can without telling anyone who doesn't really need to know about the other side to my life. I am not one of those angels who has the time to delve into the lore of different angel myths either. George knows more than I do, but he has been alive as an angel for longer. We are officially immortal, for those like me who were chosen at birth that happens when you turn 21. There are a few who aren't angels in the same way George, and I are, and those are the first 15 angels.
Those are Lucifer, Amenadiel and their brothers and sisters. That is because they are the children of God and Goddess and were created by them before humanity ever existed. According to the many stories Amenadiel told me, they were created already fully formed and grown, but they all grew up in heaven and played with each other and were dependent on their parents. We are immortal and don't age, however Uriel died when Azrael's blade was used by Lucifer to eradicate him to prevent his lover Chloe and their mom Goddess from dying. There are a lot more stories that he has told me, but not enough time to tell the guys right now, especially since they are still processing what we have told them about ourselves.
"Can Danny heal faster from his little knife injury than we would?" Jordon asks, and I look at my hand. Since I am not an angel like Lucifer or Amenadiel, I don't have their invulnerability which would have prevented my little injury to begin with. "We can, but it takes a little longer to heal from more serious injuries. He'll be fine in a few days," George says, I was more comfortable being in his arms than talking at that moment and Jordon did direct the question towards George and not me. I had no issues with that interaction because I wasn't exactly sure of the answer myself. I have been so used to living the normal life and not explaining anything to anyone. I am still learning how to be an angel myself as I have only been one for about 6 years give or take a couple of months.
"That's okay then, but he really needs adult supervision in the kitchen next time," Jordon says, and my immediate response is to pout at him. They all found it funny which made me pout even more, which then amused them more. People keep calling me the cute and precious one who always needs protecting, but I just don't see it. "That's no fair, I have been cooking in the kitchen injury free for a long time. I am a grown man who doesn't need looking after," I tell him. There was a slight whine in my tone, but I was mainly doing it for comedic effect. George isn't going to take what Jordon said seriously. It is unlikely that I am going to hurt myself in the kitchen again. I am never normally this distracted, but even now I feel as if someone is watching us.
I don't know if this person is a threat or not, but it is making my hair on the back of my neck stand up. I realize it is a probably a good idea to turn the oven on and start cooking dinner. Maybe it will help distract me from the feeling I have. Dylan follows me into the kitchen as I check the oven and turn it on to the right temperature. I took the dish out first to allow the oven to get to temperature before putting it in and allowing it to cook. "You alright there homie? Never seen you so paranoid," Dylan asks me. I guess I have been acting a little odd today. "Yeah I am fine, I guess cause I knew we were going to tell you we are angels today it had me worried," I tell him. There is no way I am going to make this worse for myself and have to explain more.
"You didn't need to worry about us Dan. We had no idea you were angels, but it was awesome to find out," Dylan tells me. That makes me feel a little bit better about everything, it was nice to know that at least someone found it awesome. I was even temporarily distracted from the fact that there was that feeling of someone watching us. Jordon walks in to get the steaks done and Dylan and I set the table about twenty minutes later. I was watching Jordon cook, just because I was curious to know about how he does his steaks compared with George. Whenever it is steak night in the house, I let George deal with it. It isn't because I don't want to do it, it's just George enjoys it more than I do. He says that he wants to help in the kitchen.
I also think that it is a nice way for us to spend some time as a couple. We spend a lot of time together, but never truly just doing normal couple things. We spend so much time as a band that we don't really spend any couple or friend time with each other. It makes sense though; tours are stressful and there have been a few fights during them. Naturally you want that time away from each other when you have spent weeks to months in a cramped enclosed space together. It is one of the main things people bring up when they found out George and I were dating. They thought we were going to have constant arguments and break up super early on. We've proven them wrong so far and we are happy and in love with each other.
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