Hi there! I decided to write a series of short drabbles for the movie Constantine, more precisely, the relationship between John and Chas. Kind of slash, like most of my stuff.
I don't know how many there will be yet, I'm afraid the fandom might be kinda dead after five years. Also technically, they would be related and this wouldn't be the first one chronologically speaking. I´ll see what I´ll do about that.
Anyway, if anyone does read these please let me know how you like them! Also, pelase tell me if you know a better place for me to post this. Thanx!
The apartment door opens with a creak when Chas knocks that late afternoon, ready to drive his boss to Midnight´s as usual.
His stomach clenches when the door gives way easily.
It's odd as John is always so meticulous when it comes to upholding the barriers around him and his home. But of course, that really just applies to intruding demons.
Chas -not being one- quietly steps past the runes on the door frame, closing the door behind him.
The uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach still hasn't disappeared when he walks through the long living room. The room glows in the little warm red that manages to squeeze through the half closed shutters. Even like this, the apartment is still a lot lighter than what Chas is used to.
"John?", he calls quietly, not sure if he should just leave. Maybe John forgot about the meeting and is off to some bar somewhere…or battling demons on foot for a change…
Chas knows instinctively that john wouldn't like him being here by himself. He should leave.
But what if something did happen?, he thinks.
If not for him, no one would think to look for John before the neighbors noticed the smell…
He shakes his head at the distasteful thought and looks into kitchen. Nothing.
The bathroom is next, then the bedroom.
At the door Chas almost turns around again; his heart is racing, remembering all the lessons John has pounded into his head over and over again.
Mind your own business. Stay out of his space.
And what is more personal space than John's bedroom?
Despite better judgment, he hesitantly pushes the door open and peeks in.
John is lying motionlessly on his bed.
He is fully clothed, obviously not even having taken the time to pull the sheets over himself. It smells of cigarettes and booze and dark shadows underneath the exorcist´s eyes indicate how he could just fall asleep the way he did. Probably up all night and day -and night.
This room, too, is much lighter than what he usually gets to see, Chas notices. It doesn't hold his attention for very long though.
Johns face is relaxed in his sleep and it loses some of its hard edge that way, the part that always has him wanting to turn around and run for it.
Now all that's left is the part that he thinks about at night.
There is a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and it´s still glowing, so he must have just come in from an exorcism just minutes ago, probably completely exhausted after however many hours on the streets.
Chas sighs softly. The man doesn't know how to take care of himself and yet he thinks he can save everyone else around him.
He silently bends down to snatch the burning cigarette before John burns down his apartment.
It's not an easy task the way the older man is positioned in the middle of the bed and the mattress tilts a little under the pressure of his hand, but he manages to grab the cigarette and toss it into the ashtray on the nightstand.
He is about to straighten up when he is grabbed roughly and whirled around out of nothing, too fast for him to do anything but squeak in shock like a bunny rabbit.
Then the mattress is in his back somehow and Constantine´s weight is pinning him down, a silver cross pressed into the hollow of his throat painfully.
Chas gasps, automatically pushing against a broad shoulder and the death grip on his right wrist. His heart is pounding in his ears and he can only wish that it's entirely due to being startled like that.
John is staring at him out of bloodshot, hatred-filled eyes, his mouth a thin line as he starts chanting automatically. He stops though when he is getting no resistance and blinks. And again.
He obviously thought Chas to be a demon.
Only after a long moment do his black eyes finally focus on his protégée´s face.
"Chas?", he croaks, confused and somewhat shocked.
"Um, hey…", Chas doesn't quite know what to say in this situation.
John reacts by cursing loudly. His iron grip around Chas´ wrist has let up some, but he is still trapping him underneath his larger body and the cross is still digging into his neck as well.
The holy object doesn't scorch him like it would a demon, but Chas still feels like he's suddenly running a fever. His skin is burning where John is touching it and his brain has completely turned to mush.
He doesn't even think to yell at John for scaring him like he did. John on the other hand seems about ready punch him once he realizes what´s happened.
"What the hell, Chas?", he yells angrily, still not thinking to get off of him. Chas wishes he would already; he can't think like this, let alone make up an excuse.
"I just…", he stutters, flushing. Why was he here in the first place?
John stares at him darkly for another moment as if waiting for an answer, his hard fingers flexing against Chas´ wrist.
Then he suddenly seems to realize the position he´s still in and practically jumps off the bed. Chas flinches when he grabs a spell book of the nightstand and throws it against the wall with all his power. He´s mad alright.
"Fuck, Chas! Don't ever fucking do that again, I could have ripped your head off!"
Without waiting for an answer, John stalks out of the room furiously while Chas doesn't move from the bed. He stays that way while John rummages loudly in the kitchen, looking for coffee.
He is still trying to get his heart rate under control when John calls for him a little calmer after about ten minutes.
Is that too long for a drabble? Probably. well, but it isnt a one shot either...doesnt matter i spose...
hope anyone read this. please comment if you did!