When the Winchesters meet Constantine
I know what I'm writing is risky because I may possibly ruin both the wonderful stories…...basically I'm trying to combine Supernatural and Constantine, which will lead to a lot of obstacles and details I may not be able to handle. Anyway I will do my best, but if you don't like it, please just tell me and I will stop working on this or simply just change the writing direction immediately. I really need your advice, thanks a lot.
"FBI, sir, I'm Clark Hayden and this is George Shawn. We'd like to ask you a few questions."
Once again, the Winchester brothers were in a local hospital, both dressed in formal suits to make themselves look like agents from FBI. They of course, were here to investigate any possibilities that were connected to supernatural phenomena. Dean showed his fake badge to a man lying on the bed. The man who was just attacked by a certain kind of creature was in his early thirties; bandages on his head and shoulders couldn't cover the muscular body underneath. When he saw Dean coming in, the concerned look on his face was notable.
"Wha—what's going on here?"
"Easy, sir, we just want to make sure a few things. It' Mr…Raven, right?" Sam skimmed through the case history in his hand: Leonard Raven, Male, Age 35, Unmarried, Occupation as computer programmer. "Can you describe the details when you were being attacked?"
Raven frowned in confusion. "I don't understand, I've already talked to the police—"
"We need to confirm if the words you give us correspond to the record, and we need more details." Dean interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
What the hell, Dean? If his words correspond to the record? Sam thought inwardly, for they didn't bring anything that looked like official record. Fortunately, Raven questioned no more and helped himself to a sitting position.
"Okay… like what I told the police, I was on my way home after work. I took the same road as I usually do, and when I walked pass the park…I wasn't paying attention at what was happening around me and…it just hit me."
Dean waited for him to continue, and after a while he realized that Raven had just finished speaking. "Is that it?"
Probably noticing his brother's impoliteness, Sam quickly cleared his throat and tool over. "So um…anything weird before the attack? Anything unusual or…?"
Raven shook his head. "No, it just hit me."
"It?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
Raven shrugged, which obviously was a bad choice as he winced at the pain from his shoulders. "The doctor said my wounds are caused by claws or something sharp so, I take it was an animal that attacked me."
Sam pretended to be noting down the words while he was actually trying to figure out what happened exactly. "You don't remember anything like—the animal's figure, its sound or the, atmosphere at the time?"
"Well, it was dark…I don't quite remember…and what atmosphere?" The expression on his face was so ignorant that anyone could tell he wasn't lying.
Dean and Sam looked at each other helplessly.
"I think this is for today, then, Mr Raven. Thank you for your co-operation." Dean picked up his stuff and nodded to Raven before leaving. He was a bit upset; they seldom got the result as nothing after the examination, yet obviously, exception had to be made sometimes.
"I can't believe it, how can he not remember anything?" Dean complained while stepping into the lift. "We have to depend on the official remarks and work on our own this time."
Sam sighed. "What d'you think it was, anyway? Werewolves? He mentioned the plaws—"
Sam held his tongue at once when Dean nudged him, and that was the time when he found a slim man in black coat was with them in the lift.
"Hey there," Sam changed the subject awkwardly, hoping the man wasn't listening to the conversation between Dean and him. "You going down too?"
That was the most stupid question ever since they were in the same ride; Dean almost choked up laughing.
Unexpectedly, the man's gaze fixed on them like a scanning machine, and with a little frown, he said, "Not if I can help it,"
The Winchesters froze in surprise at his response. "What do you mean not if-whoa dude," Dean cut himself off as he saw what the man was holding. "Seriously, you smoke in the hospital?"
The man snorted, ignoring Dean's question. "It's not a werewolf, by the way."
Panic rose inside Dean; no one had ever talked to him like he knew what they were doing. "How do you know?" Dean asked defensively.
The man waved him off, and pushed himself from the wall. "Just mind the half demons."
The man stepped out of the lift without looking back while Dean was yelling, "Hey, who the hell are you?"
Leaving the Winchesters behind, the man kept walking and chuckled bitterly. "The hell, man…you don't know how that feels."
