I must apologise yet again for the late update. I am planning on getting right back to this story!!. The next couple of chapters will be mainly AJ and John Constantine which I am pretty excited to write as I have just a tiny obsession with the chain smoking Liverpudlian. I don't own any of the characters apart from AJ.

"This is fucking stupid," I muttered under my breath, my eyes glancing down again to my watch, not that they had really left it much since walking into this place, desperately needing one or two stiff drinks.

I am slowly starting to think that that phone call was a damn, stupid mistake, that I should have just gotten Dean to come pick me up in Baby. But what was I really expecting from a man I haven't seen in over two years, somebody I'd spent less then a week with?.

John Constantine was someone it was almost impossible to forget. The moment our paths had collided those two years ago, I knew he would stay with me forever. He'd saved my life that night, that haunting at that derelict hospital turning out to be a lot more serious then I'd been expecting. Turned out it was an especially pissed off poltergeist, a young girl who'd been abused by the doctors who were supposed to have looked after her. And me being there to get rid of her had pissed her off even more, my body ending up getting thrown around like a rag doll.

I genuinely thought she was gonna kill me, that I'd never see my brothers again, dad again, Bobby. I was two seconds away from death probably until I was somehow saved. Even though I'm a hunter, I'd heard, I guess you could say, rumours about John Constantine. How he'd saved me I still have no idea even to this day. And even though he wasn't a hunter, I knew he was a soldier, a survivor like me and my brothers.

Believe me, I had scoffed when he'd told me what line of business he was in, that he was a master of the dark arts, but I also knew instantly that he was being one hundred percent truthful. The truth is I'd grown attached to him more then I'd been expecting which probably explains why I'd stayed with him for almost a week.

Walking away was hard, but I'd had no choice. It was a few days before that phone call from Dean telling me our father had disappeared. I'd walked away fully expecting never to see him again and I know I should have just thrown his card away. Guess deep down part of me didn't want to let him go.

"Stupid," I muttered again, my eyes again glancing at my watch, letting out a heavy sigh, my hand shoving the card back into my jacket pocket, the other picking up the glass of whiskey, downing it then making my way out of the bar, shivering a little from the quite chilly night air.

I can't seem to stop my eyes from moving up to the sky above me, the night being clear, staring up at the stunning arrangement of stars, unable to stop my mind from straying to the blue-eyed angel I'm finding myself grow more and more attached to. What the hell could he have meant when he told me I was special?. I don't understand any of this, why I was raised from the pit, why I'm still human, why I was able to hear his voice, see his wings, something humans couldn't do. Most of all, why I'm finding myself grow more and more obsessed with a being who feels nothing for humans.

The sound of a cigarette lighter snaps me out of my trance, my eyes moving quickly to the source of the sound, those green orbs landing on the figure leaning up against the wall of the alleyway I'd ended up in, watching him light a cigarette, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

"Those things will kill you, y'know?," I smirked walking over to him, crossing my arms over my chest, watching him blow out a cloud of smoke.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, love. You...look good."

"You look knackered."

"Still handsome though, eh?."

"See your ego hasn't changed."

"Sorry, Alex, but I need to make sure," He said lowly, putting the cigarette between his lips, pulling a flask out of his pocket, unscrewing the top then chucking the contents at me, making me sigh heavily.

"God dammit, I'm tired of people soaking me. I'm still me, Johnny. Trust me, if I were a black-eyed bitch then you would have known the moment you saw me," I sighed, wiping my face with the sleeve of my jacket.

"Touche. So...why are you back?."

-x-

I shut the door behind me, flipping the lights, my nose wrinkling up a little, the motel room being the typical motel room I've seen hundreds of times. But I guess I've seen worse, my hands shrugging off my jacket, chucking it onto one of the chairs at the table, watching John take off his trenchcoat, turning to look at me, his blue eyes boring into my green ones.

And I feel something inside me snap, marching over to him fast, slamming my mouth up against his own, feeling him instantly respond, his arms wrapping around my waist, my own wrapping around his neck, my hands moving into his blonde locks. I get hoisted up off the floor, my legs locking around his waist, our mouths not parting, his hands holding onto my arse, stumbling over to the nearest item of furniture, the couch, both of our bodies falling onto it, him on top of me.

"Bloody hell, I've missed you, sweetheart," he growled, his mouth dropping to my neck, kissing down it slowly, his hands moving to my breasts, cupping them through my shirt.

"J...Johnny," I whimpered, my eyes fluttering closed, arching my back a little.

"Call me that again."

"Johnny, w...wait."

He stops looking back up at me, his hand moving to my face, cupping my cheek in his palm, his thumb running slowly over my cheekbone, his other hand brushing some of my hair back.

"John, I want this, I do, but...but first I need to explain things."

He just nods climbing off me, myself moving up into a sitting position, curling up next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling him kiss my forehead gently, his arm wrapping around my waist.

"What's said between us stays between us, okay?. I...I was in hell for...for 40 years or at least I think it was. Turns out time moves a lot differently down there then up here. I was only gone four months up here. When I'd made that deal to save Sam I knew I was in it for the long run. I...I don't know what happened, but one day I woke to find myself buried in my own grave. Something had pulled me out of the pit, something..."

"Angelic. Yeah, I know, love. Only angels can retrieve souls from hell. This angel, did you meet him?."

"Yeah. His name's Castiel."

"Castiel?. Are you sure?."

"More then sure. He told me his name. He, umm, he left his mark on me," I said lifting my head off his shoulder, moving my hand to my sleeve, rolling it up, showing him the hand-shaped burn on my shoulder, watching his eyes widen a little.

"Does it hurt?," he asked moving his hand to it, stroking it gently with his finger.

I just shake my head, my hand moving to his, picking it up and moving it to my mouth, kissing his fingers gently, my eyes closing, moving his hand to my cheek, stroking it against it. I let it go feeling it take up my cheek, my eyes opening, staring back at him.

"I'm...I'm scared, Johnny. I haven't told my brothers the whole truth. They...they think I don't remember what happened to me down there. And I...I don't know what to do. If I tell them then I'll lose them. How will they be able to look at me knowing I tortured souls down there?. Thirty years of torture was just too much. I...I couldn't take anymore," I cried, feeling tears start to run down my cheeks.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Alexandra, there's no way your brothers would ever give up on you. What you did down there...you had no choice. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you hear me," he said softly, his hands cradling my face, his thumbs wiping my tears away.

I let out a heavy, shaky sigh, moving into him, resting my forehead against his own, closing my eyes briefly. Then I open them, my mouth moving back to his own, kissing him softly, moving so I'm on his lap, feeling his arms encircle me.

And for the first time since I'm back, Castiel is the last thing on my mind.