This chapter will be slightly NSFW. John Constantine will be popping up a few times throughout this story. This one will lead into the second episode of season four which I will be altering the title of slightly so it fits in with AJ being the one who got raised from hell.
GreyMoon.Huntress- Thankyou so much!!. It will be just a two-time thing between AJ and John, but they do share this really powerful bond. Her romance with Cas will be very slow burn. I actually didn't think about Constantine having the same name as daddy Winchester!!. It's still my dream to see Constantine appear in the show so that's what inspired me to put him in this story.
crimson.blood.witch- Thanks and glad you're liking what I'm writing.
As always, I don't own any other character besides AJ.
"J...Johnny," I moaned, arching my back slightly, the fingers of one hand tangled in the bed sheets above my head, the other running through the blonde locks of his head, feeling myself dangle perilously close to a release, his mouth working at my clit, his fingers moving and pumping inside me.
Think I've lost count of the exact number of times we've made love. I just can't seem to get enough of him. He was like a drug to me just like he was those two years ago. I know this can't last forever, that I needed to return to my brothers and Bobby. Yet a very large part of me wants to do the opposite, to stay with him, forget all about angels, hell and most of all Castiel. Why is it that he's still at the back of my mind even as I make love with John?. I can't afford to grow attached to an angel, a warrior of God who isn't exactly fond of humanity.
"Come for Johnny, love," he mumbled, sucking on my clit hard, curling his fingers further up inside me, hitting that sweet spot making me almost see stars, crying out, flying over the edge.
"Fucking hell," I gasped, breathing heavily, my hand moving from the sheets to my forehead, sweat coating my face making my hair stick to me a little, watching him move up over me, his blue eyes boring into my green ones.
"Think you can manage one more, sweetheart?."
I can't help but laugh, pushing him over onto his back, climbing on top of him, straddling him then sinking down onto him, my laugh turning into a groan, slowly starting to move my hips, his hands gripping my thighs. I quickly begin to pick up my pace, my hands pressing down on his chest, my breasts bouncing with every move of my hips, feeling his hands move up to grab onto them, thrusting up harder into me.
Just as I'm about to feel myself about to explode, I end up back underneath him, his arms moving under my legs, raising them, angling me deeper for him, slamming back inside me, thrusting hard and fast, his mouth dropping down to claim my own. I can't seem to prevent myself from dragging my nails down his back, scratching him, hearing him grunt loudly, dropping them down to his ass, gripping it pretty hard.
My release hits me like a hammer, screaming his name, feeling his own release follow mine within seconds, both of us panting. He rolls off me not wanting to crush me, moving over onto his side, staring at me. And I move up close to him, kissing him gently then resting my head on his chest, him moving over onto his back, listening to his heartbeat which is really strong.
"You look so beautiful when you fall apart under me, love," he murmured, his fingers running through some of my long blonde locks.
"And you wore me out. Bastard," I smirked, hearing him chuckle.
"Okay, what's on your mind?. Alex?."
"Huh?. Oh...oh nothing."
"I don't believe you, love. Come on, talk to me," he said softly, me not even realising I'd gone quiet.
"Johnny, will you...ever tell me what happened in Newcastle?. I'm...I'm sorry, I..."
"It's okay. It's just...something I don't exactly share with many people."
"I shouldn't have asked," I sighed, sitting up moving to get out of bed, getting stopped by his hand grabbing my arm making me turn to look at him.
"Come here," he said pulling me back towards him making me sit in between his legs, his arms wrapping around my waist, his hands resting on my stomach, planting a gentle kiss to the anti-possession tattoo I have inked on the back of my right shoulder.
"She...was the daughter of a friend of mine. Astra, her name was. She ended up being possessed by a demon, a pretty powerful one. Stupid me thought I could save her by summoning a much more powerful demon to drag the lesser one back to hell. Didn't exactly go that way. He killed her right in front of me and my friends, dragged her to hell instead. I damned her as well as me own soul. Eleven years old and doomed to suffer eternal torment. And it was all my fault."
I turn to look at him, my hand cupping his cheek seeing the pain evident in his eyes. I move so my body is fully facing his own, kissing him gently, my other hand moving to his other cheek.
"Johnny, I'm sorry. But you mustn't blame yourself. You tried to save her. I feel the same way you do, trust me. I still feel blame for every single innocent person I failed to save. What happened to Astra wasn't your fault and you definitely didn't deserve to have your own soul damned."
"When I heard about you, I...I automatically thought about Astra. You have no idea how hard it was to hear those words that you were in hell. I...care about you, Alex, more then I ever thought possible. And now you're back and in my arms, I'm not sure I can let you go."
"I'm...I'm sorry. You know I can't stay. Believe me if I didn't still have my brothers then I would stay with you in a heartbeat."
"I know. Let's just enjoy the next few hours together. I still haven't had enough of you," he smirked.
-x-
I turn the taps, cutting the water off, my hands moving to squeeze my soaking wet locks, unable to stop the yawn from coming out, feeling completely exhausted knowing whose fault it was for my tiredness.
It's been a few hours since John left and I still don't feel completely recovered, my body still aching a little, but in a deliciously good way. These past few hours in between what little sleep I'd gotten, my thoughts had been on the secret I was keeping from my two brothers and Bobby. Was I truly brave and strong enough to tell them the truth, that I remember everything that had happened down there in the pit?. Was I truly strong enough to tell them that I'd hurt innocent souls down there, that I'd gone from tortured to torturer?.
I shiver, my mind straying to my time down there, my hands moving to cover my ears hearing Alastair's laughter, seeing him driving that blade into my stomach, my screams joining the thousand of others, closing my eyes, whimpering. I force it out of my mind, my eyes opening, my mind going still, moving out of the shower stall, grabbing a towel wrapping it around my still quite generous sized frame, moving over to the sink above the mirror.
Suddenly, I freeze, the temperature of the air around me dropping drastically, making me shiver, my breath coming out in white plumes, the glass of the mirror frosting over. I move to it slowly, my hand wiping the mirror. And my eyes land on a figure stood behind me, making me jump, spinning around to look at him.
"Hi, Alexandra. It's been a while."
My eyes widen a little, staring at him, watching his form flicker. He still looks exactly the same as the last time we met in that sheriff station, the last time I'd seen him alive. And I remember how close we'd gotten in spite of the hell he'd put me and my brothers through with his obsessive manhunt. His death at the hands of Lilith had haunted me everyday since I'd seen that news report on the television in that motel room.
"V...Victor?. You...you didn't..."
"I didn't survive if that's what you mean."
"I'm...I'm sorry."
"I know."
"Look, if...if we'd known what was gonna happen then..."
"Then you wouldn't have left me in that place along with several other innocent people to die in your place. You...did this to me. Lilith was after you and I paid the price. You left us there to die."
I scream ending up getting thrown into the glass of the shower door smashing it, feeling some glass cut into my shoulder, collapsing to the floor. I move to get up getting stopped by his hand pushing inside my chest, grabbing onto my heart, feeling myself quickly start to weaken, struggling to breathe, everything around me going black.
Just as I'm about to black out, I hear a bang, the pressure easing off my heart, panting heavily, my vision clearing, seeing someone stood in the doorway.
"S...Sam?. How...how did you find me?," I asked, my voice a little hoarse, watching him walk over to me, helping me up.
"Umm, Dean and I tracked your GPS. Thank God we got here on time," he sighed pulling me into a hug.
"It...it was Henriksen. He...he tried to kill me."
"I know. He...came to me too."
"W...what the hell is going on, Sammy?," I asked pulling away from him, our eyes meeting.
"I don't know, but we need to find out."