Hey guys, sorry it's been so long on the update, I've had finals and have been trying to study for them. Everything's ok now however, it's summer!

Thank you….

MrsShiaLabeouf (Thank you!)

Silverbloodrain (Sweet advice. I hear what you're saying about the rushing into things. I thought I would give the story a quick intro though, and slowly let more information out about the girl and whatnot later in the story.)

Frantastic (Thanks, I was really worried about how I would write Constantine. I know there are some girls out there who are very picky about how he is portrayed in the Fanfictions, plus he is very tricky to get down on paper because a lot of it is how he says things, not what he is saying)

By the way, I'm not trying to mess up anything the original screenwriters had intended, but Chas is alive and well in this story, only because I thought that a teenaged counterpart was needed to Joe and I didn't want to bring another OC into the story.

Did I ever do the disclaimer? If not… I do not own any of the material trademarked by whomever created the movie Constantine. I only own Josephinea, Hunter, and the events in the story.

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I was in a bed. My bed.

At least that's what my first impression was.

If memory served me right it's where I should have been.

Something was wrong though, the feel of the sheets and pillow, the faint smoky smell that was lingering in the air.

I rolled over and wrapped myself in the blankets a little tighter before opening my eyes.

"AH!" I shrieked, seeing another pair of eyes right above mine.

John smirked and jumped off the bed.

"What the hell was that! Where the hell is Angela! Where the hell am I! Who the hell ARE you! What the hell happened! Why the hell am I in your bed! I stopped and thought for a second. "How the hell did I know this was your bed!"
I looked around while john just smirked and poured himself a glass of water. His place looked basically like a long hallway gone apartment. Aside from the bed there was a bathroom, I think, the kitchen thing, a table, among other things lining one side. The other side was entirely windows, which was pretty cool.

"Maybe I have a few questions for you." John said, pulling up a chair and sitting on it backwards.

"Answer mine first." I said, pulling my knees to my chin. I didn't know this guy very well, and I didn't know what he could or would do given the chance. I felt much better with Angela around "Where's Angela?"

"She went out for breakfast." John said, "My turn." He took a sip of his water and looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. "What were you doing at the school last night?"

I tried to remember as much as I could from before I woke up on the bathroom floor, but nothing came to mind. "I don't know. All I remember is going to asleep in my room, in my own bed, then waking up on the bathroom floor."

"Were you wet when you went to bed."
"Yes, I normally douse myself in water, fully clothed, before retiring at night."

John smirked and took another sip of water. "There are some strange people out there."

"My turn again. Who exactly are you?" I asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"I already told you. I'm John Constantine. Were you psychic before last night?"

"That doesn't count, you didn't answer my question, wait- what? Psychic?"

"Yes, psychic, were you psychic before last night?"

I stared at him. This guy is insane I thought. I better play along. "No I don't believe I was."

"Surprise surprise then. You are now."

"You don't say?" I replied sarcastically. "And how do you know this? Are you a psychic too?"

He grunted. "Eh, you could say that." He re-adjusted himself and took yet another sip. "I'm sort of a what some people might call exorcist."

I tried to withhold my laughter. "Really? That's interesting." John glared at me, then softened his look slightly.

"Angela is a full blown psychic if you don't believe me. Just ask her." He said. "I think it's my turn again."

"Whatever, go on." I said waving my hand.

"Where do you live? I want to take you home."

I opened my mouth to answer, fully wanting to go home, take a shower, and jump back into bed, but at that moment Angela walked into the apartment. She just walked through the door and set a bag down on the table. "Breakfast is here." She said looking up at me. "Oh good, you are awake. I got bagels."

"What did I tell you about knocking?" John said, turning around to face Angela.

She shrugged as she started to unpack the bagels. "After all this time, do you think I'm going to listen to you now?"

"I knock when I'm at your apartment." John grumbled, turning back around.

"My turn again. If I am psychic, how do you know? Honestly." I said.

"I told you already, weren't you listening?" John said draining his water and putting it on the counter behind him.

"I know, but I don't understand how I can just wake up one day and be psychic, it really doesn't make any sense." I replied, relaxing now that Angela was there.

"Ok, let's try to make sense of this then. You weren't at all psychic before you woke up right?" John said, as Angela sat down on the bed beside me.

"Right." I replied.

"Not at all? Not even a little bit? You never saw things before they happened? Never moved things or blew anything up? Force fields? Mind reading? Seen ghosts? Seen Demons? Knew what people were going to say before they said it?" John drilled.

"No, no, no." I replied. "The closest thing to that I can think of is I guessed what song was next on the radio and usually got it right. But anyone can do that, especially when they have that rotation schedule for the songs."

"But you woke up on the bathroom floor soaking wet?"

"Yea, what does that have to do with it though?"

John thought for a moment. "Nothing."

"She doesn't believe it does she?" Angela asked as John got up and started rummaging through the bag.

"Nope, hey did you get any-"

"Yes, they are next to the cream cheese."

"Thanks."

I looked at them and thought, Lucky guess. She knew what he was going to say because she knows what bagels he likes, that's all.

"Josephinea," Angela said turning to me and looking me in the eye. "Listen, you have been given a gift."

I rolled my eyes. To think I actually thought she was cool.

"No listen Joe, really, I know it's hard to believe, but you must understand. You are a psychic, as am I, I think John is too, but I'm not sure." She said turning and looking at John who was stuffing his face.

"I'm special." John replied, mouth full of bagel.

"Can you prove it then? That I'm psychic? Because if you prove it, I will believe you, I think." I said, somewhat doubting my own words.

"Hmm," Angela said looking around. "Close your eyes." She instructed. "John is going to hold up something and I will try and make you see it."

I closed my eyes and concentrated. "John pick something up-no not that-yes that's fine-no wait."

"Make up your mind please." I heard John say grumpily.

"Fine, that one then." Angela said. "Ok, now Joe, concentrate."

I concentrated for a moment, then began to feel really stupid. Suddenly the image of a chair popped into my head. I knew everything about it, even down to the last splinter.

"The chair?" I said, opening my eyes. "Is it the chair?"

Angela smiled. "Yes." I turned around to see John standing behind me looking very grumpy and holding he exact chair I had pictured.

"Wow, that's strange." I said. I wondered if what they were saying was true. I wasn't a hundred percent convinced though. "Can we do something else?" I asked.

"Sure, here-" She reached out for my hand. "There's this thing I just learned how to do."

I reached out and touched her hand. As soon as I did though, there was a flash of white light again and all of a sudden I knew all this stuff about her. She was a cop, she had a twin sister who died a year or so ago, little things like what her cat's name was, and big things like she was possessed by the son of Satan.

"Holy hell." I said pulling back. "What did you do?"

"I don't know, what did you see?" Angela asked looking worried.

"A lot. You, your sister, your cat." I replied.

"Oh Christ." John said as the door opened once again and a kid walked in, "Does no one fucking knock?"

"Hey everyone. What's going on? Hey, who's this?" He said pointing to me.
The kid was about my age, or so he looked. Dirty blond curly hair, about my height, I couldn't tell exactly seeing as I was on the bed. He had chubby cheeks which made him look a lot younger than he actually was. "Is this the girl you got from the school last night?"

"Yes, Chas this is Joe." Angela said.

"Oh, hey Joe, I'm Chas." He said smiling and putting his hand out.

"Hi." I replied gingerly shaking it. After what had happened with Angela, I was going to be a lot more careful about touching people.

"Hey, what's your name short for?" He asked.

"Josephinea." I replied.

"Hey, that's cool. I had an aunt named Josephinea once. Not a name you hear to often eh?" He said continuing to smile.

I was beginning to wonder about him.

"Hey Chas, look-food." John said, pointing towards the table.

"Yea, thanks John. Hey Joe, if you ever need anything-" Chas pointed to himself, "I'm your man."

I smiled politely and said "Thanks"

"Chas! Food!" John barked.

"I'm going." Chas said, going to the table and digging through the bag.

"Right, well. Now that things are a bit clearer-" I said, sitting up straighter.

"Are you alright?" Angela asked.

"Oh yes, I am fine." I replied somewhat sarcastically. "I wake up soaking wet in my school's bathroom in the middle of the night, wake up in some strange guy's bed with said strange guy hovering over me like a mad man. Find out I'm all of a sudden psychic. And on top of that, I'm still in the toilet soaked clothes I was in last night!"

"Well, I didn't think you'd want me to change you." John said.

I glared up at him. "This is ridiculous." I said. I was freaking out. It was way too much at once and I couldn't handle it.

Everyone stared at me in silence. I changed my face to apologetic and said, "Sorry, I get mean when I'm under stress."

"It's alright." Angela said, putting a hand on my back.

"I want to go home." I said, pulling my knees back up to my chest.

"Alright I have no problem with that." John said, picking up his jacket. "Chas?"
"Hmm?" he answered, his cheeks were stuffed and there was a bit of cream cheese on his cheek.

"Eug. Wipe your face." John said. "Then go get the car ready."

Chas swallowed and picked up a napkin. "MMFkay." He said.

I rolled out of the bed, loosing my balance slightly. I reached out and grabbed John for support. Suddenly, there was another flash of white light and I was thrown into a world of things I can't describe. They were horrible, things that made me want to cry. Demons, monsters, Hell, the Devil. It was all, horrifying. The kind of things I wish I had never seen.

My eyes snapped open and I pulled back, sitting down on the bed.

Everyone looked down at me concerned. Except for John who just looked annoyed.

I opened my mouth to say something, when a strange feeling came over me. I felt detached sort of. I stood up and realized that something was NOT right.

Without warning, I hauled off and punched John square in the jaw.

What the fuck! I tried screaming. I couldn't do much else besides think it though.

John whipped back, cradling his jaw. Then I heard it, in my mind that is. This high pitched evil cackling. It sent goose bumps down my entire body.

I tried to put my hands to my ears to shut it out, it was then I realized that I had absolutely no control over my own body.

John stumbled back a bit more then looked up at me, genuinely surprised. I watched as my arm reached out and my hand wrapped itself around his neck.

"Time to die." Something said.

All of a sudden, Chas and Angela grabbed my arms and pulled me off John.

"What the hell was that Joe?" Angela said, letting me go and looking at me angrily. After taking one look at me she gasped right before I punched her and sent her sprawling across the bed.

STOP IT! I thought screamed. Now I was truly freaking out. With no control of my body I felt trapped. And I hate feeling trapped.

The demon, as I guessed it to be, just continued to laugh evilly.

All of a sudden, something slammed into me and threw me down on the table. The bag of bagels went flying to the floor.

"Chas! Get the water!"

I struggled, or rather it struggled through me, to get out of John's grasp. I kicked, I screamed, I snarled, I writhed, I tried anything to get away from him. But he held on tight, his face screwed up in concentration, inches from mine. "Hello asshole." He said menacingly. "What are you doing with her?"

It felt like I was going to burp for a second, then I heard the strange voice say, "Trying to send you back where you belong, to your rightful home."

John smirked a little and said, "Haven't you heard? I'm on the other list now."

"I can still kill you can't I?" The voice said.

"You can try." John replied. "Chas!"

"Got it!" Chas yelled, coming over with a strange looking bottle.

"Pour it down her throat." John ordered.

I instinctively clamped my mouth shut and turned my head to the side.

"Oh, we are doing things the hard way are we?" John said, Letting go of my arm and forcing my face forward. My now free arm shot up and punched john again. "Stubborn little bastard. I hope this hurts." John said, scowling back down at me.

It will hurt you more than me. I heard in my head.

It's not my fault! I screamed back.

"Chas! Grab her arm and give her the damn water!" John yelled, skillfully dodging another blow and staying on top of me. I went to push Chas away from me as he approached, but Angela rushed forward and pinned my arm above my head. "Hm, nice of you to finally join the party." John said sarcastically. "Chas NOW!"

"Right." Chas came forward and as the demon struggled fiercely, John opened my mouth and Chas poured the water in.

At first it burned. Like fire. John jumped off of me as I rolled over, threw up the water and something else over one side of the table, and then rolled off the table over the other side.

I heard John stomp on the floor and then listened to the panting in the room.

It was then I realized that I had control of my body once again.

I jumped up and headed straight for the door. I felt a hand on my arm but I shook it off as I ran down the hallway, down stairs, through a bowling ally, and out onto the street.

Without thinking I just started running in one direction. I didn't know where I was, but I knew where I was going. How? You ask. Well, apparently I'm psychic.

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