A day passed. Compared to the events of the pass few days, this one was extremely uneventful. Now it was night and John and I were getting ready to go up to the roof of the bowling alley and meet Angela. John had something he wanted to give her. I was lost in thought. The time had come for me to leave John Constantine and I was working out what I was going to say to him.

"Ready?" John asked me.

"Yeah." I sighed and took a deep breath. "Uh, John? I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I have to leave you now. My job here is done. You've saved the day and made it out alive." I tried to smile. It is always difficult for me to leave an assignment.

"So you're going? You're not going to follow me around anymore?" John looked partly happy at the thought of this.

"Yes, I'm going," I confirmed. "Right after you say good bye to Angela."

John nodded. "Then let's go."

I followed him out of his apartment and up the stairs to the roof. I was a little bit hurt that he wasn't making a big deal about me leaving. "Remember when I told you that there was a chance that I may still come back? That chance is still there, you know."

Constantine spared me a look. "Great," he remarked sarcastically.

I lightly punched his arm. "Oh, come on! I wasn't that bad! I did help you out. I helped you fight demons and I stuck by your side while you had your little meeting with Lucifer."

John sighed. He had to admit I was right, though he was reluctant to. "Yeah, okay. " He stopped and looked me in the eyes. "Thank you, Bastet."

I smiled. It was a genuine thank you. That was all I wanted. "You're welcome."

Constantine nodded and smiled slightly. Then we continued our way up to the roof.

It was a clear night. A slightly chilly breeze blew. Angela was already there, gazing down at the wonderful view of the city at night. John and I walked up to her.

"Nice spot," Angela remarked without looking at Constantine.

John surveyed the view for a moment before turning to her. "I have something for you."

Angela smiled and looked at him. "Something tells me you're not a flowers kind of guy."

John smirked and pulled out an object wrapped in cloth from the inside pocket of his coat.

"Oh, how thoughtful," Angela said as he handed it to her. She pulled the cloth down from one end of the object, revealing the tip of the Spear of Destiny. She gasped softly. "John… why are you giving me this?" she asked, sweeping her hair out of her face and raising her confused eyes to meet his.

"Rules," John said simply. "Hide it. Somewhere no one will ever be able to find it, not even me."

"Ah." Angela smiled a little and recited words that Constantine had once said to her. "Always a catch."

John nodded. "Yeah."

They were quiet for a while. Angela pushed some more hair out of her face and contemplated just how close John was standing in front of her. It wouldn't have been much of a stretch for them to kiss. I thought they would have made a cute couple. They had the same eyes; sad and deep brown.

"So," Angela said, feeling a little awkward.

"I've got some cleaning up to do," John whispered. Angela and I both knew what he meant. John had been given another chance at life, but it was going to take some time for him to set everything right. He had a lot of screwed-up things in his life he needed to sort out. It may take him a while, but I had faith in him. I believe Angela did too

She smiled slowly. "I'll…see you around." I smiled too. It was definitely an invitation.

John nodded slightly again and smiled. "I'd like that."

They looked into each other's eyes some more. Sexual tension sparked between them, but they didn't kiss. Angela just turned and walked away. I sighed.

"At least you left on good terms," I muttered was we watched Angela leave. "That's better than most people who come Constantine's way." I turned to John, ready to say my good byes. "I'd better be going too. Hopefully I'll get to see you again."

"I think I'd rather see her again," John said, pointing after Angela.

I laughed and let myself begin to float upwards. "Good bye, John."

John looked up at me and nodded. "Good bye."

I flew out over the city with Constantine watching me go. I closed my eyes and received a vision of him rummaging through his pockets for something. I grinned when he popped some gum into his mouth to combat a nicotine craving. It was the first step to improving his life. I knew what he was probably thinking:

"I guess there's a plan for all of us. I had to die, twice, just to figure that out. Like the Book says, He works His work in mysterious ways. Some people like it, some people don't."

"Fair enough," I said to no one in particular.

I floated around LA for a little while, killing some time. Then I flew over to a cemetery. I didn't really knew which one it was, but my heart knew and I trusted it to guide me. It didn't take me long to find it. What made this specific cemetery special was one particular fresh grave and the spirit standing next to that grave.

"Hey," Anput greeted me.

"Hey," I replied, a little distracted as landed. I read the carving on the very large tombstone. I suspected an anonymous donation from Constantine had something to do with the size. The inscription on it read:

Chas Kramer
1985 - 2005

I sighed sadly. "He was so young. It wasn't fair."

Anput shook her head. "No, it wasn't."

I looked at her. She had been standing watch by her assignment's grave for a long time now. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"That's ok. How did the 'good bye' go?"

"Good."

I heard footsteps approaching and moved to my sister's side. Constantine was approaching the grave. Because I was technically no longer his spirit guide, he wouldn't be able to see or hear me any more. He was coming to pay his respects to Chas. Chas' angry family had banned John from the funeral, blaming him for Chas' death. But now, in the middle of the night, John could come in peace.

He walked up to the grave and paused. He stood there for a few minutes, staring at the stone. The only sounds were the crickets chirping softly in the background. Then John stepped forward and took something out of his pocket. It was his old gold lighter with the ornate symbols. He hesitated, holding it over the top of the stone.

"You did good, kid," John said quietly. He placed his lighter on the stone as a sort of offering to his fallen apprentice. He waited a few more moments before turning to leave.

John only got a few paces away before a sound made him turn. Anput and I grinned as two large, steel-grey wings unfolded on top of the tombstone. From the right angle, it would appear that John himself had sprouted the wings. The wings lifted to reveal Chas. He was in white angel gear and his eyes shone with a golden power. He took the lighter and smiled. Then with a single, mighty flap he soared upwards and vanished.

John turned around once more and smiled a slightly amused smile. Then he continued to stroll through the quiet graveyard. In my heart I wished him well.

"Looks like he'll have two guardian angels for now on," I said to Anput.

She smiled. "Yeah."

I sighed contently. "Ready to go home?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

Then my sister and I disappeared.

AN/ I'm going to do my whole thank-you speech now, seeing as the only other chapter after this is a Spirit tie-in between this fic and the next one in the series.

I would like to thank Francis Lawrance for directing the film, Keanu Reves for acting, and John Shirley for writing the novelisation. Without them, the fine people at Warner Bros and the Virtigo Comics writers and illustrators who made Hellblazer, this fic would not have been possible. Special thanks also to Cameron for betaing and all my friends for their encouragement. Thanks again as well to all of the reviewers. All of you are stars!

Dedicated to Eleanor Rose and all cats who have crummy names.

Have faith, because you never know who has faith in you.