You see them... They see you.

[supernatural-constantine]

John and Castiel entered the torture room soaked in blood, demon's blood. It has been a long way down to Alastair's den, and they'd to carve their road through a lot of demons. It hadn't been easy at all.

Pushing open the heavy doors they were paralyzed by the scene before them. Feathers. Copper feathers everywhere on the floor.

Castiel barely whispered a frightened “No...”, knowing perfectly what just happened while John looked up to see...

His angel hunged like a broken puppet, naked, bloody, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed. In his back, one pair of wing hung loosely on the ground. The feathers should have been grey once, but they were red now.

The most horrible thing was the second pair of wings. All the bones were broken, twisted, torn apart, the skin was ripped and there were just a few feathers remaining on it.

There was no one else in the room. Castiel ran toward his brother, looking for a way to free his wrists.

John followed quickly, his hands catching Mael's face.

“Mael! Marl wake up! Can you hear me!”

John felt a horrible panic growing in his chest. What the hell have they done to him?

He barely heard Castiel speak.

“We have to be quick, Alastair could come back anytime. He must have been called to look after the mess we left behind us.”

In the quiet place inside Samael’s head a voice was calling to him. John’s voice.

Finally his angel opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Mael! Mael it's me. It's John. It's ok now.”

The answer wasn't what he had expected.

“Come on Alastair. It doesn't work anymore. Do your job and don't talk.”

Castiel froze for a second, his hands still on the screws. He looked at John who was looking for some help in the other angel's eyes.

“He thinks you're not real...”

“Thanks Sherlock! I didn't noticed it! Mael! Mael I swear it's me.”

“Yes... You already said it. Shut up now please... End your work.”

How broken his voice sounded. It was the worst thing John had ever heard.

He caught Samael's body when Castiel finally released him from the rack and softly laid him on the floor, holding his head on his knees, brushing his hair away.

He wanted to fix him. To fix him quick. The sight of his angel in this state was just breaking his heart. He wanted to scream, he wanted to break Hell. And now, he wanted Alastair dead. A hate stronger than anything was thundering in his chest as he kept running his fingers through his angel's hair, taking away the few feathers caught in the sticky blood soaked locks.

“Did Alastair ever took my face brother?” Cas asked, searching for Samael's eyes.

The broken angel frowned as his eyes met Cas' blue gaze. It was comforting. This blue... Such a pure and holy blue.

“No... Castiel? What... ”

Then he tensed, looking up at John. He slowly reached a hand toward his human's face, his fingers barely brushing his skin. He could touch him. He could feel his soul. It was him. Finally... It was him.

John grabbed this hand, squeezing it to assure his angel he was real.

The second after, Samael was panicking.

“No... No! John go away! Now! You have to... Leave me here! You can't be here, you must not be here! Run! Now! Leave me here please please please...”

His voice broke as a tear ran on his bloody face.

“No way. You're coming with us. You're delirious Mael. It's okay. I'm gonna fix you. I promise. It's gonna be okay.”

Samael whined softly “No no no please...”

Castiel looked at him.

“We are going to take care of you brother. It's over now. It's over. John, hold him tight, we're going back.”

John obeyed, wrapping his arms around his angel as Castiel caught him. And they flew away.

As they were flying away, John caught sight of a figure below. Alastair was looking up at them. And he was smiling.

The second after, John collapsed on Midnight’s floor, his angel in his arms, his head aching awfully.

He managed to whisper.

“How long were we...?”

He barely had time to hear the old magician answer.

“Two minutes.”

John passed out, his body weak with fatigue and relief, holding Samael close against him.. They did it. His angel was safe.

[supernatural-constantine]

After a year or two, ten or twenty, even an eternity or two later and nothing had changed.

Well, Alastair's little games had changed.

The demon had taken John's face so many time that it'd never worked the same again.

After Lucifer's little speech, the angel had been less reactive. He still refused Alastair’s proposition to take up the knife himself, refused to talk or acknowledge any of the demon’s tricks.. He just screamed. Screamed until his vessel's voice break, until his true voice break.

His body had been torn apart, so many times. His grace had been riped so many times, he'd lost count.

The only thing Samael wanted was to die before John could find a way to come here.

Sometimes he would whisper prayers for hours.

“Please Father, kill me before he knows what has happened. Before he finds out where I am. Before he comes here.”

But his Father never answered.

Sometimes he did his best to make Alastair fly off the handle, hoping he would finaly kill him. But Alastair just laughed and whispered.

“No no no little angel. You have to live.”

Samael wondered sometimes how his vessel could contain so much blood. He had bled gallons.Though he couldn’t have had a single drop left in his body he could taste the bitter sting of it in his mouth every time Alastair buried his hands in the angel’s entrails.

And he kept praying, in silence. Praying for his human to be saved, praying to fall into sleep and never wake up again.

He had created a little place in his head. Somewhere safe, somewhere he could go when Alastair was away. In this place, John was safe, John wasn't a seal. In this place, Heaven wasn't broken, angels weren't fighting and there was no Alastair.

------------------

This day, Alastair came to him with no tools. That fact in itself was way more omnious than when he had his scalpels and tongues.

“Hello hello sunshine. How are you today? Sorry, I've been soooo busy lately. I've neglected you.”

He sucked a breath through his teeth, coming close to the angel, his hand grabbing his jaw.

“But I'm back for you angel. We're going to have fun today, believe me. There is this thing I've always wanted to do.”

Samael gave him a blank look, his head too heavy to think, his eyes too burned by tears to see properly.

He caught a sight of the demon moving around him, he felt the rack shaking and clanking a bit under Alastair's hands.

After a moment, Samael was hanging, his wrists still screwed on the rack.

He yelled with all his voice and all his pain.

The demon broke one of his four wings. Oh no... No Father not this... Please.

He saw a feather falling in front of his face and the pain again. And again and again. Alastair was pulling out his feathers one by one.

Samael was horrified. A demon was plucking him. One feather after another. It was the most blasphemous thing he had ever felt, he had ever seen. It was so painfull.

Alastair began to sing softly, breaking Samael’s bones one by one.

“One little angel all dressed in white Trying to get to Heaven In the end of a kite. But the kite sting broke, and down he fell. Instead of going to Heaven he went down to Hell.”

And again, and again, and again. This song echoed in his ears along with the crack under his wings under the demon's hands. It was wrong, it was the worst kind of humiliation, the worst kind of blasphemy. It hurt so much.

For the first time since he had been there, after a few hours, Samael passed out, his mind violently rejecting what was happening.

[supernatural-constantine]

“John... Are you sure?”

“No Midnite, I'm not. But I have to. So please, be quick okay?”

The black guy turned his glance toward the guy in his trench-coat.

“And you're gonna let him do this?”

“We have to. I'm going with him.”

Once again, John was sitting on a chair in Midnite’s basement. The chair.

“You both know it's gonna be close to a NDE. John may just die and never come back.”

Castiel looked at the magician. His blue eyes were determined.

“That will not happen. I'm here. I'm going to follow him. And when we come back everything is going to be fine. I promise.”

“Come on Midnite, it's faster like this. Mister poker face here says it'll be easier to “ride my soul as it takes the dive” than find a door. So do it!”

Midnite sighed softly and came closer, a syringe carefully held in his fingers.

“If you say so.”

He crouched in front of John, tightly strapped to the chair and looked up at Castiel.

“So... Real angel hm? I guess you can honor your words. Bring John back okay.”

Castiel simply nodded and putt a hand on John's shoulder.

“I'll bring them back. I promise you Midnite.”

As the needle slid into John's arm a slow fire spread through his veins, his head became dizzy, his body heavy. He heard a flutter. Just like 'Mael's.

When he opened his eyes again, he was deep down into the Pit, an angel by his side.Castiel was terrified, his bright blue eyes sweeping the ruin of Hell around him though he tried to stand upright with purpose.

“Come on Cas, let's go to find Samael. We don't have much time.”

[lvlalkavian]

[supernatural-constantine]

How long? How long Father? How long since he has been here?

For a blink, for a year, for a second, for a decade, for a heartbeat, for a life.

Time didn’t make any sense down here. It was just another lie, another illusion.

Like this time he saw John. His charge’s face, in front of him, looking so worried, so concerned. As he was hanging on the rack, his wrists literally screwed on the metal, he had saw those eyes looking at him. His vision was blurry, a bit red because of his vessel’s blood, but those eyes were John’s. And they have looked so scared, so sorry. And when this hand had softly ran over his forehead to brush away a bloody soaked lock, it has been John’s hand. For a second, Samael has felt relieved. For a second, the angel had hope. John was here. John was going to free him. He has closed his eyes and sighed, whispering his human’s name…

“John.”

And then this sweet hand, this so desired hand had took his right eye away. A laugh has exploded at his ears. John’s laugh. But at this moment, Samael remembered where he was, with whom he was. John could not be here. And it was better. He didn’t want him here. He didn’t want him in Hell.

When Alastair was busy elsewhere, Samael was thinking.

Why did they captured him? Just for fun? No… Demons were far more clever than that. They would not take the risk to kidnap an angel just for… Fun.

So why? And how? How a bunch of lesser demons have been able to find him?

And the more he was wondering, the less he was finding any answer.

But Alastair wasn’t asking him anything. Oh yes, to take the knife and carve into others souls but… He was an angel, Alastair knew it, he would never say yes. He wasn’t even able to. So what did he wanted?

The answer came, as usual, by the most unexpected way.

Once again, Alastair had left him hanging there, like a broken puppet and Samael was thinking, trying to keep his mind together, to avoid the madness that was threatening at the corner of his head.

He began to feel dizzy. He couldn’t feel dizzy… What was happening?

But before he could figure out what was going on, his mind collapsed.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the temperature. It was freezing cold. There were icicles in his locks and he could see his breath. How? It was… Impossible. One more time, it was just… Impossible.

Then the darkness. Everything was black around him. There were just… The Nothingness.

“I’m so sorry brother.”

A voice. There was a voice. Oh Father… A so beautiful voice. So hypnotizing, wonderful, soft and melodious. But a voice carrying something so ancient, so… Terrifying.

“I mean it. My heart is bleeding for you. I’m so, so sorry.”

Then those eyes. Those icy blue eyes. It was just an image but despite this fact, Samael immediately knew who was talking to him. And that was another impossible thing. He whispered his name in the dark.

“Lucifer…”

“Yes. You remember me. I’m happy you do.”

The Devil’s tone was sweet, gentle, sincere.

“How could I have forgotten? The fallen Morning Star.”

“Ha. I do miss the old names you know.”

Lucifer smiled at him. A comforting smile. A warm and loving smile. But his eyes remained empty.

“You certainly wonder why you’re here little brother?”

Samael didn’t answer. He knew he didn’t have to.

Lucifer just nodded and took a step closer.

“It’s because you’re a very unlucky little angel Samael. You’re clever, you have already thought about it. You just… Didn’t know how.”

Even if he knew he wasn’t really there, even if he knew this place didn’t really existed, Samael shivered. He breathed an almost broken.

“No…”

Lucifer looked sad. Truly sad, now standing right in front of him.

“Yes. And so it is written that the tenth seal shall be broken when a soul that belong to Hell willingly goes down into the pit to save a soul that belong to Heaven. As they raise so shall it breaks. I’m so sorry.”

Samael didn’t say a word. He simply felt one single tear running on his cheek, quickly freezing on his skin.

So here was the reason. Why him, why now.

‘Oh John, why did this have to fall on your shoulders? You’ve already been through enough.’

Samael wasn’t even able to think about himself, to worry about his own existence. He could only think about his human. And one more time he felt this painful pang in his chest.

As if he had heard him thinking, the Devil answered.

“Because he belongs here. No matter what he does, no matter how hard he fights. He belongs here. And you know it.”

“No…”

His own voice surprised him. It was shaking, yes, but it was… Determined.

“I don’t believe that. He can redeem. I know he can. He has got the strength to. You may have me, but in the end, I ha… Heaven will have him.”

His tongue slipped… He almost said ‘I have him’.

“My poor, poor little brother. Not even allowed to love him like you should.”

“I do not…”

“Shhhh… Shhh child. It’s okay. Your words are safe here. So safe that there is only me to hear you scream. Come here. My poor unfortunate little brother.”

And as the Devil took him in his arms, the dark world shattered in pieces and Samael woke up on his rack. Alastair was smiling to him, playing with his scalpel.

“So, you’re back.”

[lvlalkavian]

[supernatural-constantine]

“Don’t get me wrong bitch. The fact that I’m not yelling at you doesn’t mean I’m not pissed.”

John just entered Gabriel’s new nest. And in fact, he was pissed.

More pissed than he had never been. So he had only two choices: he could just storm into her house and stick a gun on her now human temple and demand for answers or remain quiet and tries to not kill her before she could speak.

“Oh John. You have no idea how much in trouble you are.”

She was turning her back at him and… Oh shit. Wings. How did this insane hysterical fanatical cunt managed to get them back?

She turned toward him with a very very alarming smile, her arms crossed over her chest.

“What do you want John?”

Okay, still, he was there for something, he needed to know.

“I will ask once Gabriel. Just once. And after, I’m gonna pluck you one feather after an other. To whom, exactly, did you give Mael’s location? I know it was you.”

His voice was as cold as ice and barely shook when he pronounced his friend’s nickname.

Gabriel slowly turned toward him with a faked surprise.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about John. Why would I do such a terrible thing?”

But deep inside, the half angel was burning with hate. Oh how she could hate him. She had to be human for a while. Powerless, helpless, because of him. And it has been awful, scaring, terrifying.

“I’ve been redeem. Look at me John! They forgave me. I would never do something like…”

“Aaaawe please stop whining you poor delusional loony.”

John quickly faced the entrance to see… A quite short light haired guy wearing jeans and an old green jacket.

But his sixth sense was about to have the biggest panic attack ever. Something was pouring from this dude. Something incredibly strong, powerful and, in a very strange and twisted kind of way, more holy than anything he had already seen.

And when John saw Gabriel’s expression, he didn’t know if he had to be pleased or definitely freaked out.

She was paralysed with terror, her wings now fold in her back.

“I… I…”

She was babbling while taking a few steps backward.

“I’m sorry… I…”

And this guy was all smiling and acting casually when he came next to them. He looked up at John and poked his shoulder.

“Hey kiddo. Nice to meet you. ‘ve heard a lot about yah. So, don’t mind me, just a few little things to fix with this… -He ran his eyes over Gabriel with a hint of disgust- thing here.”

John was just too stunned to think clearly. He remain silent for a second, staring blankly at this… Guy and then shook his head.

“Um… Well, I need to know…”

“Oh, about the poor child in Hell? I guess she’s gonna be glad to answer now. Aren’t you Gabi?”

He looked at the blond one with a wide smile as she was slowly cowering on an armchair. She franticly nodded.

“Meg… Her name was Meg. One of Alastair’s student. Azazel’s child. John… Please don’t leave me with him.”

The other man’s smile faded away as he looked down at her. When he spoke again, his voice was calm and a bit frightening.

“Now you’re gonna shut your mouth, you traitor. Redeemed? Don’t make me laugh. You didn’t get your wing back from Dad. And you didn’t lose them because of him. You have always been a fanatical crazy. You’re so twisted that the small hint of grace you have inherited is already tainted with lie, blood and betrayal.”

John didn’t dare to move, looking at Gabriel shaking on her chair with… With satisfaction yes. Whoever this guy was, he was kicking her ass pretty well.

She even began to cry softly.

“I’m so so sorry… Please… Please don’t take them back… Don’t take my wings again…”

The guy tilted his head and gave her a dreadful smirk.

“Oh I will. For the second time I’m gonna take your grace away little sister. Because you didn’t get the lesson the first time, did you? No. Plus, instead of trying to understand, instead of trying to be human for once, you went to one of our red eyed friend to get your wings and power back? Tsk tsk tsk, that’s really, really bad. And you know, there is one more tiny little thing which take away all the pity I could have for you. You’re using MY NAME!”

When he shouted the two last words, John had to step back pretty fast. And shut his eyes tight because something was happening. Something huge, something burning.

But before he hid his face in his arms, he caught a sight of something really impressive. The guy had six golden wings spreading in his back.

For a few seconds, the world was only light behind John’s eyelid and he could hear Gabriel screaming. Then… Nothing.

He opened his eyes again to see Gabriel sobbing in her chair, curled up on the side, her face in her hands.

The other… Angel yes, real and true angel (oh, another one) came toward him, smiling again, his tone all cheerful.

“So… Johnny. Don’t be sad for her, I know you’re not. She sold one of my brother to demons and I really liked him. Just like you do. Oh please, don’t bother to deny, I know. Cas knows where Meg is. Well, he can find her. And you have some little tricks to make her talk. So go ahead big boy, catch her and make her tell you where little Samael is kept.”

He winked at him before stepping through the front door. Before he vanished, John asked.

“Your name um? So I guess you are…”

“The one and only. See yah kiddo.”

John looked back at this broken Gabriel and tried to feel sorry for her… But couldn’t bring himself to. So it was her fault if his angel was gone. It was her fault if he was now somewhere in Hell, between the hands of one of the most horrible being John had ever seen.

No, he couldn’t feel sorry for her. He simply went away, decided to call this Castiel again, paying no attention to her pitiful plea.

[lvlalkavian]

[supernatural-constantine]

(Please, replace Angela by Samael pretty face. Thank you)

“John, are you listening to me?”

This sweet voice. Again. Too close. Oh far too close.

John dared to look up just to see that, once again, his angel was really really clueless about the concept of personal space.

“I…”

Wow! John, stop right now or you’re gonna start to mumble.

He took a second to put his mind together, looking down again to avoid the angel’s mesmerizing grey-blue eyes.

“Yes. You were talking about this… Weird seals stuff. Weren’t you?”

He could hear Samael exhale a tiny sigh.

His human could so inattentive sometimes. He has been talking for three minutes now but he was almost sure that John had stopped listening him for, at least, one and a half minute. He tilted his head, looking at him like a disappointed adult would look at a rebellious child.

John was doing his best to not raise his head, to not look at him. He knew he wouldn’t listen again if he did.

“I was saying that you may be a seal.”

“Wait… What?”

John was so surprised by this sentence that, unfortunately, he looked up and get caught again by the angel’s stare. Because yes, Samael was totally staring. He didn’t even blinked. That was creepy. Fucking creepy. And also, John thought, so fucking hypnotic.

The delicate voice continue.

“You went to Hell, and then you came back. And you were young but you didn’t broke. Now you can see, you can feel the Hell and Heaven’s servant wherever they are. You are special, John Constantine. You may be one of the seals. And I must confess it terrifies me.”

John had to step back. He really had to. If he wanted to be able to think about this properly, he needed to take at least two steps backward. But he couldn’t. He was stuck in the angel’s eyes, those thoughts he already had once or twice racing again in his head.

How would it feel to touch him? To feel under his fingers what he usually felt with his special sixth sense? This thing they were calling “grace”, what would it feel like a little bit closer?

John could almost feel Samael’s breath against his face and it would just need one step to…

NO! No no no. It was wrong, in every way possible. He was supposed to follow the right path now. He was supposed to redeem himself in the eyes of the celestial authority. And those kind of thoughts were probably some of the most blasphemous things he could think about.

Let’s go back to this seal’s story.

Samael didn’t move, didn’t blink, he was just staring in his human’s eyes, wondering what was going on in his strange little head but not curious enough to read his mind. Once again, the angel could feel this really weird thing happening in his vessel’s chest. He couldn’t figure out what it was yet but it was at the same time pleasant and disturbing.

As his charge didn’t answer, Samael asked.

“John?”

“I’m thinking.”

[lvlalkavian]

[supernatural-constantine]

(Then)

Balthazar’s smile intensified.

“That’s where it gets better, John. I heard Alastair enjoyed angel meat. I  can’t blame him. If they’re fresh enough, it can be so good to just slice into them and break those ridiculous wings-

“Shut the fuck up!” warned John, raising his gun higher

” Or what? You’re gonna shoot? This is a neutral territory, boy.”

(Now)

“This time I think I’m gonna take the risk you shitty little prick!”

He was furious. And usually people didn’t want to see John Constantine furious.

This time he was ready to incur Papa Mitnight’s anger. No one messed with his angel. No one talked to him about Alastair without suffering the consequences.

Balthazar laughed at him.

“It doesn’t change the fact that you can’t kill me with this Johnny boy. So be patient, maybe when Alastair will be bored of his new chew-toy he’s gonna give it back to you. Or take you back to him.”

The second after, he was hit by a holy knuckles and fell on his back. John crouched above him, his eyes burning with a rare and glorious wrath.

“I can’t kill you. But I can send you back in your hole, you hellish vermin. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis Legio…”

But suddenly he was interrupted by two voices howling in pain behind the door. Then it was the door which simply explode in a splinter spray, wood shard raining all over him and his victim.

At least, Balthazar looked as surprised as John was.

Through the door, John took a sight of a guy, a thin guy wearing a tanned trench-coat, his hands on the faces of the two demons who were guarding the entrance of the room. He pulled them down with one single flowing movement, a white light flashing out of their eyes and mouth before they simply stopped moving.

Under him, the half-breed trembled and whispered a shaking “Oh crap.”

In the same movement the guy raised on his feet and came next to John, watching down at Balthazar.

“WHERE IS HE?”

His voice was thundering with a righteous wrath, exploding in the room. Threatening, frightening.

“You know where angel…”

John looked up at the man. And he could feel the same kind of presence that he felt emanating from Samael. Angel… A fucking angel. Not a half blooded aberration. An actual, real angel.

And he seemed really pissed when he putt his foot across Balthazar’s throat.

“Where is my brother. I wont ask a third time. Think fast and think well demon.”

“Alastair’s got him. And I’m sure he’s absolutely delighted with his cute little argh…”

The demon choked on the end of his sentence when the angel pressed his foot against him, one hand beginning to glow. But he eventually released him, whispering with a tensed voice.

“Out of my sight. If I see you elsewhere from this neutral place I’ll kill you.”

He dropped a hand on John’s shoulder, preventing him to argue with him.

When the demon was away, the angel turned his stunning bright blue eyes toward John, standing a bit to close.

“I’m Castiel. I’m Samael’s friend. He disappeared a few days ago and I was worried.”

John rubbed his nape and took a step back to recover his personal space and frown.

“Okay… I’m John. You should have let me exorcise this rotten piece of shit.”

Castiel squinted and tilted his head.

“He told me you were vulgar.”

John rolled his eyes and finally asked.

“So what do we do now?”

“I’m going to get him back. Will you help me to raise my brother out of Hell John Constantine?”

[istolethetardis-deactivated2012]

[supernatural-constantine]

“You!’ he spat, turning his gun to the man standing in front of him. Man who just happens to be a demon in fact.

“Me” replied the demon, lips curling into a sneer. ” You really think you can hurt me with that? It didn’t work the first time- don’t bother.’

Constantine snarled, gripping his gun a little tigher

“How the fuck are you here? You’re supposed to be dead!”

Balthazar made a disapproving sound, and waggled his index like a parent chastising his child

“Now now, Johnnyboy. Language. I thought you’d learned manners, but it seems even your little angel didn’t do his work completey…What a shame.”

The human’s face whitened at the mention of the angel who’d once been at his side.

“Oh you don’t know?”

The half-breed took a step closer. It was obvious he was enjoying himself, revelling in his little mind-game.

“He’s still alive. Well…As alive as you can be in Hell.”

John’s heart missed a beat

“Hell?”

“Why yes, John. That’s where everyone who has sinned goes, last I’ve heard.”

The exorcist tried not to fire a round of bullets and just fucking kill the monster right now. He wanted answers first.

“But he’s an angel..”

Balthazar’s smile intensified.

“That’s where it gets better, John. I heard Alastair enjoyed angel meat. I  can’t blame him. If they’re fresh enough, it can be so good to just slice into them and break those ridiculous wings-

“Shut the fuck up!” warned John, raising his gun higher

” Or what? You’re gonna shoot? This is a neutral territory, boy.” 

[lvlalkavian]

[supernatural-constantine]

“Speak the truth Samael.”

“I always do Azriel. I’m hurt you think I may lie.”

Azriel’s vessel was older and looked so serious. Sometimes Samael thought their vessels fit them.

Castiel’s was straight and beautiful, Zachariah’s was dignified and impressive.

His own was thin and looked dreamy half the time.

“How is your work with him?”

“Fine. He is doing well. He still need to be watched and I’m doing my work. He is still on the right way.”

“You know what Uriel says about you?”

Samael raised his eyes up to the sky. Oh he knew. And somewhere, deep inside, he was tired of those rules. Those stupid rules forcing them to be cold, heartless. Weren’t they supposed to be made of love?

“I know. And it is silly. I know my duty Azriel.”

His superior’s voice became a bit heavy, intimidating. Samael kept his back turned on him, looking up at the grey sky.

“Don’t doubt Samael. You know how fast we can fall. You know the orders, so do what you have, no less, no more. Initiatives aren’t welcomed. Don’t get too close.”

The younger angel did his best to remain straight but was happy his superior couldn’t see his resigned smile.

“I don’t. You’re caring too much about Uriel’s rumours.”

But the truth was, it’s was already too late.

Azriel didn’t seem really convinced, but he couldn’t force the younger to speak. So he had to wait and see, hoping his younger brother wasn’t doing the biggest mistake of his long life.

[words-are-loaded-pistols]

[supernatural-constantine]

“Hi John.”

He jumped a bit at the voice. It was new, he had never heard it before but… This accent, this almost singing tone and this way to pronounce his name. He couldn’t be wrong.

But how?

“You can’t be here!”

“Where?”

“… Here.”

John looked around him… And found himself in the deepest hole of Hell.

“I… I can’t be here. I’m not dead…”

He slowly began to see around him. He noticed that his arms were spread and his wrists tied. So were his ankles.

The rack. This awful rack he had known for a few minutes so long ago. This rack he had been tied to for decades down there. Fucking time.

“Did you miss me?”

No the voice wasn’t the same, nor was the face slowly appearing from the dark. He didn’t recognize the stubble, nor the hair, the features. But he knew this look.

“Not at all asshole. I’m not dead so… I guess I’m dreaming.”

“Nightmare would fit better Johnny boy. I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh you have no idea how much I don’t give a fuck about what you have to say.”

Suddenly a callous hand caught his jaw, squeezing a bit too hard, just to hear the sound of bones creaking. The sulphurous breath hit John’s nose and he grimaced.

The demon was smiling. An awful smile, his bloody lips showing his teeth.

“I’m coming John.”

Constantine tensed up. What did that mean?

“We’re all coming. I’m gonna see you very soon my boy. You had so much potential inside of you. And this time… I’m gonna break you. Wait for me Johnny boy, I’ll be here very soon.”

A door? Something else? If this one particular demon bothered to creep inside his dream to tell you something, it meant that it was important. Very important. He had to remember what this prick was saying to him. He would have a lot of job after his waking.

“It’s hopeless John. Wait for me like the good boy you’ve always been.”

“Fuck you Alastair.”

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[supernatural-constantine]

John jumped out of his skin when Samael appeared at his side suddenly. The exorcist cursed and his fake cigarette fell onto his lap. He glared at the angel, who seemed unconcerned.

“Seriously man you could give a little warning, the next time. What if it had been a real cigo, eh? I’d burn myself right up to the ass-

“You quit smoking. You were in no immediate danger of burning.” replied Samael with a frown.

“That’s not the point. A little curtesy wouldn’t hurt, for Christ’ sake.’ The exorcist felt the angel tense when he abused the Lord’s son’s name, but he couldn’t care less. After a quick side-glance he noticed that the creature was looking more tired than ever, thinner, too, as though he wasn’t feeding enough his vessel. But it was ridiculous- angels didn’t have to feed their vessels to maintain it in health. A crease of concern appeared, rather uncharacteristically, between Constantine’s eyes.

“What’s happening?” he asked curtly, wheeling the car to the left to avoid a collision with another car who’d decided it was okay to sleep on the road. “ What’s happening in Heaven?” he added, and Samael turned his eyes to him.

“There have been riots going on. I don’t know- my superiors were angry that I had to leave. Angels are killing one another.”

Constantine sucked in a breath.

“ I didn’t think that could be possible.”

“It is. It’s happening. Most of my garrisons have been killed already- I don’t know by whom. I tried to help. I shouldn’t be here- there’s so much left to do-“

“Hey, hey, stop that!” barked John, interrupting the angel from rambling. “We need your help here, too. The numbers of demons have been growing like fucking ants, it’s frightening.”

The angel stayed silent after that, for several minutes.

“I’m here to help. But once we finish this, I’ll have to leave again.” Said Samael. He was  looking out at the stars in front of them, and his face was one of the most beautiful things John had ever seen..

Get a grip on yourself, Constantine. You’re going the wrong way.

His grip tightened on the wheel, and he looked on ahead. If the angel had noticed anything he had enough tact to let it go.

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[supernatural-constantine]

“So, how’s yours?”

Samael vessel’s voice was soft, melodious.

“He’s stubborn, he’s disrespectful, he’s disobedient, rude, he doesn’t really trust me yet and he blasphemes a lot. But at least he’s loyal. How’s yours?”

Castiel’s deep tone was an incredible contrast with Samael’s delicate voice.

He smiled, thinking about his charge.

“He’s vulgar, he swears a lot, he’s a bit broken and he has no faith. But he’s determined and he knows what’s right. And he trusts me.”

Two angels where sitting on the top of a building, their legs slowly swaying above the street, far away underneath.

Castiel was watching the stars above his head and asked.

“Do you like him?”

Samael was watching the world seething underneath and whispered.

“Yes.”

He raised his head as Castiel lowered his. Their movement were almost mirroring each other’s. Their eyes met in the exact middle of their move.

“Do you like him Castiel?”

“Yes.”

Samael smiled softly, far more expressive than his brother.

“We are so…”

And Cas ended his sentence, as he did for centuries now.

“… in trouble.”