Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Constantine or any of the well known and loved characters of Supernatural. Though I wish I did. This is my first Fan fiction but I have read many and I finely got the balls to put this up. Also I am very sorry about grammar and spelling I will try my best.
~ prologue ~
The Air was quite and the moon was full. The old Victorian house stood tall in the dark shadows,as if it had been waiting for him to return. Slowly he made his up to the house that he and his brother had visited so many times before.
"How did he get out? Maybe Cas ripped him from the pit just like he had with Dean. However if that were the case then why doesn't he have the same hand print his brother has. Also where is Adam? Is his little brother still down there?" Sam tore himself from his thoughts, He was so upset and confused he had no idea as to why he was back here. He didn't even notice that he was now standing in front of the dark blue door. Sam took a deep breath and rang the bell.
The old bell rang throughout the house. "What the hell?" May come out of a very hot , dream that involved Johnny Depp and something to do with a shower. She rolled over and looked at her clock. Only to find it read 3:30 Am. "Oh this better be important or someone is going to lose a limb." She reached under her pillow and pulled out Lucky the 45. Her father gave her the night before prom.
She made her way down the stairs not caring what she looked like. Given the fact that it was 3:30 in the morning and somebody was ringing the doorbell she was not happy. She made it to the door just in time for the stranger to hit her bell again. "Touch that bell again and I will blow your head off." As soon as May opens the door, she slams it shut. "What the Fuck!" She tries to compose herself and then slowly reopens the door.
"Hey". A warm smile creeps across his face. His voice is like dark magic. May stared at him for a few minutes in silence. Taking in the man that towered over her at 6'4. It really was Sam Winchester.
It was not even Six weeks ago that the dark angel that stood in front of her had thrown himself into the pit to save the world. Slowly he made his way into the house. Sam frowned as he saw the fear on May's sown white face. "May, it's me Sam."
May was in shock. She just stood there pointing Lucky at the one person she trusted more than anyone. Sam's voice was calm as he tried to get her to put her gun down. The one advantage to being 5'3 compared to 6'4 is that she could kick faster and that's what she did. She kicked Sam right in the stomach knocking the wind out of him. She turned to run; this thing behind her could not be her best friend. Just as she made it to the stairs Sam grabbed her from behind and she passed out. "Well that was not how I thought it would go." Sam sighed and carried May over to the couch and waited.
Twenty mints later May started to come to. Slowly she opened her eyes hoping that all of it had been a dream. No dice, sitting there at the end of the couch in all of his pin up glory was Sam Winchester. It looked like the poor thing had fallen asleep. She just watched him, not sure of what to do. If he was possessed wouldn't she be dead by now? At this point she didn't care because she had missed him so much. When Dean had shown up with out Sam by his side May new right then he was gone. So what did she do... nothing. For five weeks she drank her self to sleep and last night was not any different. She would come home from the " Roxy's" Club and had her lovely affair with Jack Daniel's would start over, night after nigh. But not tonight. Instead of sleeping the night away in her she gets a wakes up to find her dead best friend at her front door.
With out waking Sam, May made her way up to her bathroom. She need a shower to wake her up and the after she would make some coffee and find out why Sammy was back from the dead.
May threw her flannel pj's on the floor and observed herself in the floor length mirror. She was nothing amazing, she stood at 5'3 God forbid she could have grown to 5'11 like her mother. Her hair was a long chestnut brown, she was curvy, or as she liked to call it lushes. But secretly she hated how she looked. However, her eyes are her favorite feature though. Her mom used to say that she could not decide what color they should be, so May wound up with Chameleon eyes. They change with her moods. It was one thing that Sammy said he would miss most when he was away. In frustration she spit on the mirror and turned on the shower and let the water wash away her anger, fear. Softly she started to sing " The diary of Jane" by the Breaking Benjamin's.
"If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?
And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
No!
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.
Try to find out what makes you tick.
As I lie down
Sore and sick.
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
There's a fine line between love and hate.
And I don't mind.
Just let me say that
I like that
I like that
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.
Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love.
Die for anyone
What have I become?
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane."
Sam leaned against the bathroom door listening to his best friend sing the words to a song that seemed to consume her soul.