Borrowing ideas' from Wendy Alec's 'The Three Brothers' seris

Neither those ideas or Constantine are mine.

This idea is.

Dreaming of a Angel

Dream

John Constantine knew he was in a dream. It had to be a dream.
How else could he have wings.
He was an Exorcist not an Angel.

But he had three pairs of firey feather wings.
Every where he looked he saw humanly impossible colours and sights.
Colours not on the human spectrum and animals with wings that should not have wings.

Of every single colour in and not in existance.
Winged lions and tigers, along with winged unicorns and other creatures.
Side by side with Angels and the other higher Chiors.

He had to be having some really wierd dream.

Then one of the few seraphim flying over head banked and hovered down to him.
He was standing on a beach, looking down the sand was made of pearls.
The sea was purple, white lightning flashing above it.

The Seraph bows , wings curling as he said " Hail, my lord Highest Seraph, Cherub who Covers. O beloved brother Uriel."

It had long black hair loose, with dark blue eyes and pale skin.
I found myself saying "Hail, O my brother Lucifer. How are my Cherubs?"

"The Cherubim are doing wonderfully. I was leading a few in more Swordplay."

I nodded. My wings ruslting, I wanted to fly.

The part of my mind still consious was thinking I was crazy.

We flew off the beach, onto the gardened roof of a silver tower with five thrones on it.
Three were occupied. I could see the rest of my little Brothers Michael,Gabriel and Raphael.
I glided down to the one in the center of the roof, the most jeweled one.

" Hail to Him who is Greatest. Hello, little Brothers."

"Hail to Jehoavah. Greetings , Eldest Brothers." they replied.

Lucifer took the last throne, on my left side.

End of Dream

Constantine woke up in his bed, incredibly disoriented.

What sort of dream was that?
He felt that a few seconds ago it had been incredibly clear.

Now he didn't have a clue.
He got up and went into his flats bathroom. The first thing he noticed was the magical sigils' on his forearms.

They had changed.