After The Battle
John walked into his flat. It was the same gloom and stuffiness it always was. He sat on the couch then. Angela was gone, everyone was dead except the witchdoctor and John was, well, alone. Yes. It was back to the old drawing board. Now he was beginning to wonder to himself if Ellie would come back, looking for a good time. He wondered if he's be able to refuse her and send her on her way if she did. He wondered if Ellie would come back with a vengeance for revenge. If she did, he'd probably have to deport her like he did Bally.
He wondered about Gabriel. He wondered if he had drowned himself or if he was still alive. John wanted him to be alive, he wanted him to be forced to learn to be a human and face the hardships…maybe then he'd respect them. Then John smirked and laughed a little, it was kind of funny thinking if whether or not Gabriel was a man or woman since Angels didn't have a actual gender to begin with. Well, if he was human now, he'd have to pick one. Either way, he/she/it was still a fucking skank.
John doubted he'd see Angela again. As much as he'd grown to like her, he had a good reason for avoiding those temptations to kiss. They couldn't be together and more than likely Angela would have to turn it down her self. She was a cop. Not a whore like Ellie and the other sluts before.
Now John started thinking about Chas and how damn much he fucking missed him. That little shit head, little dick. God he wished he was here right now. But he was gone and it left John sad, empty and dry inside like a burnt out cigarette.
A cigarette. He wondered just how long this nicoderm solution would last. If it was like everything else in his life, the chances were probably pretty unlikely.
The End.
Authors Note: Okay, that was short and simple but to be honest, its the most decent thing I've written and my first Constantine fic. I just got inspired by all the talented authors on here and finally mustered the guts to post one myself. I know it sucks, but if you like you can flame!