"Let me guess. You love Monty Python's Holy Grail movie." Elizabeth was eyeing all the objects Constantine had laid out on the kitchen table. He blinked, stopping what he was doing and looked at her. She pointed at the Holy Shotgun. "You've got the Holy Hand-grenade tucked away somewhere, don't you."

"Actually it's a Holy Shotgun."

"I noticed the barrels."

John picked it up, hefted it in his hands. "I used it to wipe out demons."

"It works on angels?"

"Never actually killed an angel. But these aren't full angels we're dealing with. These are half-breeds who have decided they're cocks of the walk and haven't realized their power source has been cut off like L.A. during a brownout." He checked the chambers to make sure they were all empty.

Elizabeth raised a brow. "So, the difference is?"

"They've been corrupted. Basically, they've turned their backs on God, which will make them about a step above a true demon. It's a little trickier then killing an actual half-breed demon; that I could probably do in my sleep. Not that I want to. The standard incantations should work on these guys once they're wounded, cracked their "shells". The sounds you heard, like the off-key singing. That tells me they're not in touch anymore. If they were demons, it would be something much different that you'd hear. I'm not going to guess if God took it a step further and rendered them human…" his memories jumped to Gabriel and the right hook he'd used to introduce the newly-made human to pain. "But I will err on the side that they probably have powers left. Not to mention get pissed off real quick when we start an attack."

Elizabeth looked at one of the amples of holy water, turning it over in her hand, up to the light. "Holy water against angels?"

"Breaks holes in unholy things. Plus there might be some demons posing. You can never be too prepared." He removed a box of shells from the sack of items he's retrieved from Beenman's stock.

"Elephant rounds. We're going on safari?"

Constantine smirked. "Not exactly like trophy hunting. Everlasting glory maybe." He spilled some of the shells out and lined them up. Held his palm above them and recited a blessing upon them. He split them into two piles and handed Elizabeth a screwdriver. "Scratch a cross into the outer casings, will you."

Shrugging, she set to work while he packed the rest of the supplies. He crossed the room and pulled the slim black Bible from its shelf and slipped it into his inner pocket.

"Your eyes were black. When I saw you outside Midnite's that first time."

"Contacts." Elizabeth didn't look up from her work.

"Contacts? Why?"

"It would be easy to identify me by my eyes, wouldn't it." Constantine nodded. "Ok, so stick in a pair of contacts, instant change. Why are you asking?"

"Demons and half-breeds, their eyes are black and glow, red or yellow-green, when I see them."

Elizabeth smirked. "Your wife isn't a half-breed. You don't need to worry, John." She set the last shell on the tabletop. Constantine grabbed a few up and started loading them. "Shouldn't I have a gun too?"

"You're not coming with me."

"Uh, Andrew will notice when I'm not standing next to you."

Constantine set the Holy Shotgun down, a little hard for effect. "You're staying behind. I only told him I'd bring you. I didn't make a promise. I'm not getting you killed. I've lost enough of my friends, thank you!"

Elizabeth's gaze met his; he glared at her. "John, I'm responsible for you being in this mess."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You met me, figured out what I was."

"And?"

Elizabeth's gaze dropped. "Now you're stuck with me. Well, not really. You can kick my ass to the curb when this is done and forget…"

"Enough!" Constantine roared. "Enough! Don't you get it? Yeah, maybe at first I figured this was just the best path to take, because I couldn't find any other one. But you did not drag me into this. I was charged by Heaven to take care of the Andrew problem. I told you I didn't go into that church for you. I came out with you though. And I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you now!" He was shaking, his hands gripping the sides of the table, angry at how little she valued herself.

"I'm sorry John." Elizabeth looked away, twisting the gold wedding ring on her finger. He stepped back, eyes closing, trying to regain a grip. Then she hit him again. "But I have to go with you."

"Please do me the courtesy of telling me why?"

"When I touched the fetish… this morning… I just have to go John. Please." She looked up at him, into his face. He could see whatever she'd had a vision about had to be pretty important. Every bit of him screamed not to let her go. But he already knew: No denying her.

"You'll do everything I say?"

"I promise."

"I'll get you a gun." He turned on his heel and headed downstairs again.