Watch out, I'm one of those people who is a fan of the comic and still enjoyed the horribly inaccurate movie. Despite this no, I don't have anything against Gabriel. I think he/she/it is an awesome character.

Act 1 Scene 1: Carnival

"Oh my goodness! I have never felt like that before!"

John groaned again, this was not his day. Not that many days had ever tried to be kind to the worn man. He had to admit, there were the days were 'you learn something new' and then some that were actually fairly impressive. It was hard to match a feeling like breathing through your lungs as if you had never smoked in your life.

But he was starting to think he missed out on something from not dying when the stupid blond bastard kept following him around pointing out everyday things that he knows the angel has seen, but was acting as if it were all sugar coated with Christmas lights. 'My God,' he thought with distaste, 'I don't want to be anywhere near him when Christmas rears it's ugly head.'

When he noticed a Skin-walker walked right into a full-blown carnival Constantine decided to follow right after, thinking he could lose the tart in the crowd.

"I mean, I have seen more things and done more terrifying things but that was fun! What was it's name? Roller, rooler, raller coaster?"

But he was wrong.

He would walk by all the annoying events hoping that Gabriel would find interest in trying yet another thing he had never done before (as a human) and stay there. But like magnets, they would always click back together.

"This has been fascinating John!" she/he/it said between bites of cotton candy, "I can't wait to see where you take me next!" Waiting for a reply but not expecting any, Gabriel jumped when John acted like he was listening, but it turned out to be a falsity when turned around and shoved a smoke bomb into his free hand.

"Stay here and be useful dammit," he growled, "when I give the signal, throw this into that tent." as he proceeded to walk into said tent.

"But John, whatever for?" Gabriel cried out, but got no response. So he/she/it proceeded to finish the pink cloud on a stick.

Inside the tent, John heard the restricted thrashes of a small girl bound and gagged. Hiding behind the brightly colored elephant stands he waited for the Skin-walker to enter in and finish the girl off. He knew it would be soon that the creature's flesh would decay beyond functioning correctly and would eventually need a new body. He hoped it would be soon...

But he was wrong.

Finally, as if God decided to stop screwing with Constantine for today, the creature appeared. It looked like it just recently enjoyed a hot dog as ketchup and relish pieces flecked on the dead man's face and shirt. 'Ugh, relish is fucking disgusting...' sneered John, as if that had any importance to the plot. He steadied his gun, hoping to only spare one bullet, he aimed between the eyes.

"Say hello to Lucifer for me," he whispered under his breath as he began to squeeze the trigger.

"John, I've been waiting outside for a very long time. What was it that you wanted me to do with this thing?"

Startled, the bullet flew past the head and made a hole on the top flap. The hole in the celling made it easier to hear the screams outside.

"God damn it Gabriel!" Constantine yanked the bomb away from him and threw it as the hissing beast who started to create a dark shield. The smoke quickly filled the small tent. "Go get the girl!" He shouted as the dead body began to shrink and shrivel as the black ooze of a creature crawled out of it's mouth. "Bullets are no good now," he mumbled to himself and he fidgeted with the objects in his pockets, "where is- Here!" pulling out a small leather bag, he pulled the string and let it's green powder fall on the pudding-like creature. It's plasma shell broken, it gushed in a more natural water form and began to sink into the dry dirt under his feet. "About damned time." he sighed and turned back to see Gabriel staring blankly back at him.

"Where's the girl?"

"What girl?" John fought the urge to roll his eyes,

"The girl I asked you to save."

"Oh! I untied her and she left." he/she/it smiled as she/it/he shrugged.

"You let her leave." John narrowed his eyes.

"She wanted to go really badly, why should I have stopped her?" the sound of sirens began to swallow what noise was left of the screaming outside.

"She had no idea what she just witnessed," he took in a deep breath, "and you just let her go."

"I have no right to tell her what she saw, in God's will the human must make their own interpreta-" Gabriel was forced to stop talking when a fist collided with his/her/it's nose. Making only a small grunt, it/he/she landed on the muddy ground with a much larger slash. Massaging his hand, John made for the exit. He wanted to leave before the cops decided to question people. He thought it was best to leave the scene of the crime,

"I hope you enjoyed your time at the carnival asshole."

But he was wrong.

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