I have to confess myself that I don't quite remember what happened in season 4, so the story is gonna based on Constantine, which will be easier at the same time. Also I'm still considering whether to put Angela and Ruby in or not…what do you think? Right now I'm supposedly to be preparing for the coming exam but, I just want to keep on writing…with textbooks beside the computer…this sure bothers me more. :p
Anyway, though very few people are reading my story, I still hope you can give me some advice and point out any mistake, thank you.
And thanks for providing the name of hospital.
Chapter Three
Dean pulled the Impala over near the gas station as he saw a man kneeling on the pavement. He immediately recognized him as the man he met in Ravenscar Hospital today. He was quite surprised that they actually made it to find this guy, for they only got little news about him from a detector.
"You sure that's him?" Sam asked as he slid out of the car.
Dean shrugged. "Let's just say he's not trying to hide himself from the world and we're lucky enough that he's got record back there."
Sam followed Dean's steps to the pavement and stood before the man.
"Mr. Constantine?"
Constantine lifted his head up to look at the two men and sighed. He wasn't sure how he felt at the moment—lucky him that he didn't have to spend extra time looking for the boys to figure out what they were doing or he was just so pathetic that he had to deal with this whole new challenge before he died.
"I guess there's no necessity to tell you —"
"I know who you are," Constantine cut him off, which made Dean give him a surprised look, "Sort of," he added, and helped himself up from the ground. "Hunter."
Dean raised his eyebrows, trying make a so I've expected look. "Looks like we've already known each other, man."
Sam, on the other hand, didn't appreciate rain even though he had experienced worse, he just wanted to get the conversation over as quickly as possible, or at least they could move to somewhere else—somewhere drier and warmer.
"So um, what were you doing in the hospital?" Sam asked. He had to focus on his words so he wouldn't be disturbed by the rain which was getting heavier.
"What were you doing, then?" Constantine questioned back; he swallowed hard to force the urge to cough again, but the ache in his chest didn't fade away. The only solution he had got was having another cigarette.
"Since you've already known the truth, there's no need to lie." Dean began, "My brother and I—oh, it's Dean and Sam by the way, we were investigating the unusual attack events that could be related to paranormal signs—"
"Told you it wasn't a werewolf," Constantine pointed out again.
"So we've found, and that dump Raven guy's excellent memory was really helping. So, are you gonna explain what the half breeds crap are to me?"
Constantine didn't answer; he was working on lighting up his cigarette in the rain.
Sam couldn't stand the rain anymore; he now had the blinked off the raindrops on his eye lashed to make the vision clear. "Guys what's the point of talking in the rain? Maybe we can find a bar or something so we can sit down and have a real talk."
Dean stared at him, but Constantine nodded in agreement. That was the time when Sam found the exorcist wasn't in a good condition.
"Hey you okay there?" Sam wasn't sure if he actually cared about him, but he thought he had to say the words—at least for just being polite.
Constantine gave another nod and shook the raindrops on his face off. "Wanna get to my place or the bar?"
"Your place is just fine," Sam answered quickly while Dean replied "bar," at the same time. He shoot his brother a let's go check his house look, but Dean didn't seem glad to accept it.
"My—" Constantine pointed at the taxi in front of the church and wondered how to introduce Chas. "I got a ride over there, you can park your car nearby and come with me."
Sam couldn't help but chuckled; no way was Dean going to leave without his baby Impala.
"Nah thanks we'll get there on our own, we'll just follow behind you."
"Whatever," Constantine said, who was already leaving without looking back—again.
"Hey, don't you try to trick us and run!" Dean yelled in the back as Constantine crossed the road.
"Why should I?" Constantine replied lazily to himself. He couldn't believe what he had just done—made an appointment with two hunters. Hunters and Exorcists never got along, he knew that, and why was he trying to talk to them, just because he wanted to find out the way they work?
As he got to the car, the surprised and unreasonable excited look on Chas face was obvious to find.
"Hey, boss." Chas wasn't sure what to say as he saw Constantine was all wet; maybe something was bothering him.
"My place, Chas." Constantine told him and leaned his back on the seat. "Got special guests to deal with."
"Special guests?" Chas didn't think he should ask, in fact, it was useless for his boss barely told him a bit about his work, but curiosity took over him.
Constantine though, unexpectedly, didn't end the conversation immediately. "It's complicated."
"They found you?"
"Sort of,"
"Are they seeking for your help?"
"Not exactly,"
"Who are they?"
"Hunters."
"Hunters? What do they hunt?"
Constantine rolled his eyes; why did the kid always have a bunch of questions to ask?
"Kramer."
Chas bit his tongue, telling himself it was the end of the conversation. But he smiled at the thought of Constantine was talking to him.
Constantine rested his head on the pillow and sighed. Maybe it was time to teach the kid some skill, maybe he should let him participate in some spell performance, before it was too late, before he was gone.
The next chapter will be some familiar scenes from the original film, hope you like it.
