DISCLAIMER: Don't own Sam, Dean or Jo…I'm just borrowing. Plot is based on Constantine, and there are a few similarities as well. For the record, I don't own John Constantine or Shaz Cramer either…BUT I WANT ALL OF THEM FOR MY BIRTHDAY!
A/N: I'm back! And I hope y'all ready for a wild ride! Here's chapter one and thanks for the support on Darkness Rising! CHEERZ!
SUPERNATURAL
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
CHAPTER ONE-The Exorcism:
The cab pulled up beside the decrepit building with a squeal.
From the half open passenger window, a cigarette butt was dropped, smoldering as it hit the ground.
The door opened, and out stepped a tall, middle aged man, his heavy black cloak swishing as he approached the entrance.
When he stepped into the cool, dark lobby of the apartment block, he pulled out a packet of smokes, and proceeded to light another.
As he brought the flick top lighter to the cigarette held in his lips, a large, bald man stepped from the shadows.
"I think…" the man who was approaching, whispered with a smile. "I think that I may have found you one,"
The dark haired man took a drag from the cigarette and expelled the white smoke moments after.
"I called you," the rotund man continued. "When I couldn't pull it out myself, I called you John,"
The one called John remained silent.
Instead he moved away and proceeded up a flight of stairs.
The hallway was crowded with curious bystanders as John made his way to the room at the far end.
He could feel the pull of evil. He knew what lay in wait.
John brought the smoke to his lips and once more took a puff as he neared the room.
John was quite a handsome man. He was tall, lithe and fast, his deep chocolate eyes flashed intelligence and face was angled and elegant.
The nervous people who surrounded the artificially darkened room shuffled away from the door to let the silent stranger through.
John scrutinized the sight before him with a tilted head and regretful eyes.
He placed his still burning cigarette onto the nightstand and advanced to the window, ripping the bed sheet that darkened the room from the wooden frame.
The Asian girl hissed and pulled against her bonds, writhing and tossing as the sun burnt her skin.
Definitely a possession…John thought with an inward sigh.
He stared pointedly out the window as he dug an object from his pockets.
It was a key ring of sorts, displaying a vast array of religious symbols, made with an assortment of precious metals.
He held each of them up to the high noon sun and when he got a growled reaction, he stepped away and moved toward the bed.
Half straddling the girl, a bent down to her ear and whispered: "This is Constantine. John Constantine. Asshole."
An evil smile crossed the girls face and a gurgling growl emanated from deep within as she sat up slowly hissing curse words in a foreign language.
John smiled slightly. "Yeah, I love you too," he muttered pressing the iron symbol to her forehead.
The skin hissed and burned as she screamed out, pulling frantically on her bonds.
Smoke swirled from the girl as John muttered a Latin incantation under his breath.
Suddenly all movements stopped and the girl went limp.
John pulled the amulet back and watched her with a frown.
Something just wasn't quite right.
"What the hell?"
He leant closer, placing his ear to her, to see if she was still breathing, but was startled backwards as the Demon pushed at its victim's throat, causing it to bulge horrifically. John didn't hesitate. His fist connected and the girl fell limp once more.
"I need a mirror." He muttered turning to the crowd milling outside the door. "Now. At least three feet high. GO!" he demanded looking back at the girl.
The onlookers were spurred into action and they rushed around, looking for what John desperately needed.
John unplugged the phone cord and ripped it from the wall, making sure it reached the window, before smashing that with a floral chair.
Back in the cab, the driver, barely twenty years old, was waiting.
His curly brown hair was pushed down by a golfers cap as he adjusted the rearview mirror and stared critically at himself with hazel eyes.
"This is Cramer. Chas Cramer, Asshole." He muttered to his reflection, trying to make himself look intimidating. "Asshole…" he looked away, but he snapped back to his reflection as if it had called to him. "Yeah? Oh, this is Cramer. Chas Cramer Asshol—"
"CHAS!" John called from the window above.
The kid twisted his body and leant out the window, squinting against the sun. "Yeah?"
"Move the car!" John cried.
"Why?" Chas protested.
"Move the damn car!"
Chas rolled his eyes, settled back into his seat and turned the key in the ignition.
He shifted the vehicle into reverse and pulled back. "Chas, move the car," he muttered in a mimicking tone, before slamming on the breaks and looking up.
"There! The car's moved. Happy?" he cried.
It took three people to carry the mirror and they rushed frantically to the demon possessed girl. They too wanted this to be over.
Constantine shifted the bed, so it faced the window, before adjusting the telephone cords.
"Lift it up over the bed," he instructed, lending a helping hand.
They held the mirror up by the wires and John turned to them. "Close your eyes," he warned. "And whatever you do, don't look."
Leaning over, John began the incantation again, blocking out the hissing screams as the demon tried desperately to hold on.
"Show yourself," he muttered, covering the girls eyes.
A mouth formed at the throat of the victim and John gave a humorless smile.
"Smile pretty you vain prick," he said, pulling his hand away and moving.
The demon appeared in the mirror and tried desperately to claw its way out.
John threw a glance over his shoulder, then flipped it the bird. "Give that to your boss. Pull it!" He said to the large man as he held the telephone wire.
The ornate frame caught the edge of the window, and wouldn't budge.
John took over, pulling as hard as he could.
The rotted wood gave way and he let go.
The mirror sailed over the balcony, the sun glimmering as it fell through the air.
The demon, which was pawing at the glass almost succeeded in breaking through, but the mirror landed on the hood of the cab and smashed, causing an unsuspecting Chas to jump in surprise.
John sighed in relief as the girl returned to her senses. He reached for his left cigarette, but to his dismay, found that it had burnt down.
This had most definitely not been his day.
He pulled another and lit it instead as he descended the stairs, ready to leave.
Something stopped him. A drawing pinned to a notice board.
It was a weapon of sorts, John knew it, but he couldn't think of it at that particular point.
He shrugged and exited into the daylight.
He reached the cab to find Chas inspecting the damage.
The kid had the hood lifted and was currently punching the base to shake off the glass as he approached.
"John, why would you do that when you know its not my car?" he asked moodily, slamming the hood.
"I told you to move it," John replied with a smirk as he got into the backseat.
"Yeah, John. You told me to move it…but if you would've told me there was a 300 pound mirror you were dropping with a pissed off demon, I would've moved it further," he started the car.
"Take Avarardo." John instructed.
"Yeah thank you John," Chas snapped, slamming the car into gear. "I know what to take,"
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"Sammy, is it over?" Dean asked, holding his brother as he trembled beneath him.
"Yeah…I think…" he muttered, trying to sit up.
"Take it easy Hon," Jo said softly, rubbing his back gently, trying to slow his breathing.
"What did ya see Haley Joel?" The elder Winchester asked.
"An exorcism…well kind off. It was unlike anything we have ever…hunted before. It was still a demon, but it was like a body in a body. It had a corporeal form," Sam explained, rubbing is head as though it would quell his vision induced headache.
"Weird," Dean muttered, helping his brother to his feet. "Go lie down sasquatch, you look like hell,"
"Thanks bro, I love you too," Sam mumbled piling into bed.
He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Dean smiled slightly. "Yeah, likewise kiddo."
That was just the intro. There wasn't much Sam, Dean, Jo action in that. Keep reading and review to find out more. Cheerz!