A short one shot. I have only seen the 2ndepisode of Constantine, not even the full episode yet, but I already ship John and Dean. Le sigh. Let's get this over with. I shall call this ship… Constandean! Tell me if John is a little OOC.
Dean kicked the door to the library open hard, cocking his shotgun and moving into the room silently. "Crowley?" He called, worry settling into his stomach. "Sam?" How could he have lost the people he had been with already? He hated Pennsylvania. With a passion. "Cas?" A slam beside him startled him, and he rounded, gun at the ready.
The man coming out of the shadows was not what he had been expecting. "What the…?"The man watched him almost silently, and Dean heard another slam behind him, turning hard. "Dean, there you are!" Sam cried, and Dean turned back to where the man had been. Except he wasn't there. "… Hell?"
-We all where a mask to hide our cracks and flaws. They call this sanity. But those who chose to remove their mask are locked away, never to be seen again.-
Dean sat at the bar, silently drinking his whiskey. "What were you doing at the library?" Dean looked up slowly at the man from the library. "I should ask you the same things." Dean answered, smirking when the man scowled. He sat beside Dean and glared silently at him. "My name's Dean Winchester." Dean surprised himself by telling the man, and it seemed the man was surprised to. "John Constantine." Now John was surprised by himself as well.
"I was… looking for something… that was killing the people." Dean said vaguely, taking a swig of his whiskey. John quirked a smile. "Hunting?" Dean choked on his drink and covered his mouth, looking at John with wide eyes. "I do that to, me and my partner Zed." Dean swallowed softly. "I hunt with my brother Sam. Sometimes and Angel named Castiel comes with us, and sometimes a demon named Crowley pesters us to no end. And we can't kill him because he's almost a friend, sort of." Dean sighed.
"A friend? With a demon?" John's eyebrow went up. "I don't even know what to say to that." Dean shrugged. "It's life. You want a beer? Whiskey? Vodka? Gin and juice?" John looked at him silently, then flicked his eyes to Dean's drink. "Get a whiskey for my friend here." Dean told the bartender, and the woman nodded, getting the whiskey. John thanked the woman when he was handed the glass.
"So, the threats gone. I'm leaving town." Dean said quietly. "So am I." John answered, smirking at Dean. "It's another thing we have in common." Dean laughed slightly. "Maybe… maybe Zed and I could meet up with you one day." Dean straightened quickly. "That sounds… nice…" John chuckled lightly. "Don't hurt yourself, then there won't be a meeting up with you." Dean smiled slightly, shaking his head. "Of course, we'd need each other's numbers to actually meet up."
Dean blinked at John in slight shock, before nodding softly. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen, quickly scrawling his number on it at the same time John wrote down his number on another sheet. They traded papers and smiled at each other. "Now that that's settled… How about another round of drinks?" The Englishman asked, and Dean agreed wholeheartedly. The day ended with both men in a new hotel room, sleeping in the only bed in the room.
I plan to make a few one shots in this universe, including maybe a little Sam/Zed action. Request situations, if you want.