Summary: John's getting older and getting pissed. Though, on his birthday Chas buys him a strange medallion that ends up turning him younger. Oy fey, with youth, comes inexperience. Chastine! Chapter three, coming soon.

A/N: Well, I have no idea what this chapter will be about. Lol, I'm winging it! I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Aww, man! I don't own Constantine. (sob story)

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John counted how many times the medallion changed from black to white in one minute. It was strangely interesting, driving him in every time the dark turned into light, and then back again. His eyebrows furrowed in thought for a moment, and let it drop from his index finger and thumb to rest softly in the middle of his palm.

It was yesterday, his birthday in fact, that Chas had given the medallion to him. And still, he didn't know how the boy got it. Not with the pay that he gave him. Thinking that, a strike of guilt came down over him. That's right, he didn't pay Chas that much, and now he realized that the kid might have it rough. His apartment wasn't that bad. Though, he could use a new couch and maybe something for his mattress to sit up on. The mattress had sheets though, the ones he had given the teenager last Christmas.

He was deep into thought, suddenly coming up on how he'd mistreated Chas, when the phone beside him rang, making him jump slightly. He grabbed it with the opposite hand of where he held the medallion, pushed the "talk" button, and pressed it to his ear.

"Constantine here," He said, staring once again at the medallion in his hands. There was a shift on the other end, and then a female voice.

"Please sir, my son Nathaniel… There is something terribly wrong with him. He's clawing at walls, mumbling to me and his father; his sister even! And everyone knows, in our family, that those two are very close!-"

"Calm down. Just tell me where you live, and I'll be over as soon as I am able to."

The woman sounded a little like she was crying as she told him her address. John wrote it down and said goodbye, then dialed Chas' number on his phone.

"Hello?" Came a tired reply; it was pretty late. And the boy didn't get enough sleep already. Poor kid.

"Chas. I need you to pick me up, kid. Think you can get here within seven minutes?" There was a small groan and a soft mumble before the teenager spoke again.

"Hmm? Oh, okay, John. I'll probably be there less than that time. I'm," There was a yawn from the other end. "not all that tired."

John gave a small chuckle and nodded, though Chas couldn't see him. "All right, kid. I'll see you-"

"Wait! John, did you try on my medallion? It's supposed to bring to good luck! Or… was it… a good duck. Eh… I'm pretty sure it was luck!" Chas sounded a little eager to know; excited.

John was silent. Actually, he hadn't even thought about putting it on. He wasn't one to wear necklaces, and the medallion was pretty big.

"John?"

He didn't want Chas to think he didn't appreciate him or anything, because it was just the opposite. He wouldn't admit it outloud, but he even liked having the kid around. So maybe wearing the medallion would make it seem like he appreciated the kid, in a way where he didn't have to say it outloud.

"Yeah, I'll be wearing it when you get here."

A click, and John hung up the phone. He really didn't want to say goodbye, because the kid was coming over in less than seven minutes anyway.

His dark eyes turned to the medallion in his palm, and he sighed. He took the chain between both of his index fingers and thumbs, and looped it around his neck.

John got up from the couch and looked into a hung square mirror on the wall. What was odd, was that it matched his usual garb; black and white. But maybe that was why Chas got it for him.

Chas…

How the hell did that kid get the money for it? It looked expensive-

Holy shit, what was wrong with his face?

Looking deeper into the mirror, it looked as if his face was melting. What the fuck? Was the fucking mirror bewitched or something? Or was he finally going insane? WHY THE HELL WAS HE ASKING HIMSELF THESE MANY QUESTIONS!

Out of no where he received a shock of pain in his chest, and he felt a little like he was shrinking, but only in a little. It hurt bad. And he was caught off guard too; in his own home. He backed up into the table behind him, falling against it, hands over his eyes, and then everything went black…

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"W-who the hell are you and what have you done with John!"

John was awakened by a very familiar, yet strained voice. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, a hand on his forehead. He felt like he was just waking up from a night of drinking, because he had the worst headache.

His dark eyes met with those of Chas, but the boy looked frightened and was holding a… holy shotgun! That's JOHN's holy shotgun!

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He groaned, lifting himself into a sitting position on the table. Chas moved back a little bit, covering the mirror with his head.

"No you're not! Well, actually you do kind of look like him, but John isn't my age, you prick!"

John blinked, taking his hand from his forehead slowly. Had Chas just said what he thought he said?

"Your age? I don't think so, kid. Why the fuck-" His eyes widened a small bit, and he rose his hand to his head again. It felt… like it was longer. Not too long, but like it was after he had came back from the first time he went to hell. The first time he realized that everything he saw as a child was real…

John jumped up and tripped. The shoes he was wearing were a little too big. Chas yelped and moved the side, holding the shotgun up.

"What have you done to John!" He demanded, but John ignored him. He got up from his fall and stared at himself in the hung mirror.

The exorcist held in a breath as he stared at his face in the mirror. It was… impossible. His hair was longer than it was earlier, gently framing his face with dark raven locks. His shadow of his beard growing was gone, leaving it untouched with peach fuzz. His fingers slowly brushed against his features, staring.

"I am John…"

He looked back at Chas, bewildered. Though the kid still looked frightened, and he held the gun high.

"I am John." He repeated, taking a step forward. Chas yelped again and backed into the table. The shotgun was the only thing between the two. "You don't believe me…"

Chas blinked once, and let his eyes study the teen before him. It did look like John, but hell, this guy was way too young. There was no way this freak was- But then he noticed the medallion around the other's neck, and he held his breath. John said he would be wearing it when Chas got there, so… maybe this guy was right. Maybe he was John…

No, Chas! Remember what he taught you! Don't give in to deception! Don't give in! This guy CAN'T be John!

"C'mon, Chas, you have to believe me!" John pleased, and pushed the shotgun's front down with his hand while the boy was thinking. "I swear to God – no – I swear on my place in Heaven that I'm John!"

Chas was about to retort, but his brain stopped him. Instead, he stared into the other's eyes. Dark, powerful, cold. That was just how John's eyes were. And, this guy's eyes were the same. This WAS John.

"I… believe you." Chas said, dropping the holy shotgun to the side. His eyes were wide, still staring at John.

John blinked once, and then nodded. "Yeah.." He pulled at the now baggy white button up shirt. "I'm glad you do."

There was an awkward silence, and both boys directed their gaze somewhere other than each other.

Chas fiddled his thumbs together, and finally got the courage to look at John. Only, the first thing he saw was the medallion.

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He gasped, eyes widening. No way! No way no way no way no WAY! No fucking way! This couldn't be what the fucking book was talking about…

John had eyed him, eyebrows raised. "What? Did I look that freaky as a teenager?" Funny how he didn't call himself "kid", which was what he called Chas. Maybe he just thought Chas was immature.

"I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!" Chas choked out, sounding like he was close to having a breakdown. John stared at him awkwardly, oblivious to what the kid was saying.

"What?" He asked, feeling a little awkward from the boy's apology.

"I'm sorry! I-I knew that something might have happened, but I thought it would be the best – I mean, I don't know… And then I made you- OH GOD!" Chas flew both hands to his head, tugging on his brunette curls.

"I shouldn't have done it, John! I knew something was going to happen, but-but it wasn't that descriptive, and Midnite didn't even see me take it-"

Suddenly John's eyes narrowed. "You stole something from MIDNITE! Chas what the fuck are you talking about?" It was plain that he was getting angry. Anything bad Chas did would come back to haunt him, for he was the kid's fucking mentor; his teacher.

Chas was silent. He pulled his hands back down and gripped his right wrist with his left hand. "I-I'm sorry, John. All I wanted was for you to have a cool birthday! I mean, you always get so pissy n' shit around this time. And me, I get really over-excited when you give me birthday presents, so I thought if I gave you one, you would be happy, John. I love you, man, I just wanted you to be happy on your birthday-"

"YOU STOLE THIS FROM MIDNITE!" John bellowed, his hand clutching the medallion around his neck. It was cold against his palm, just like his eyes. Though, in the mix, his eyes looked at Chas with anger.

Chas lowered himself a little against the table, eyes wide with fear. "I- Yes, John. But I just wanted you-" He was cut off by a hand smacking him on the side of the head. John hadn't meant it to be that hard, but for Christ's Sake, THE KID STOLE FROM MIDNITE. He was surprised the witch doctor hadn't hunted him down yet.

"I said I was sorry, John! I told you-" He was hit again, and Chas whimpered, eyes watering. He never expected John to actually hit him.

"You little fucker! Do you have ANY idea what you've done! Midnite is going to have my head for this! I'm your fucking mentor Chas! And never have I told you to steal, huh? Right! Do you remember a time when I did?"

Chas raised his hands to his face, holding them in front of his eyes as he broke out into sobs. John's jaw clenched and he sighed, un-tensing. He really didn't mean to go that far, and he was sorry he did. He had only seen the kid cry once before, and then was when they got a call from Chas' ungrateful father-in-law, saying his mother had died of an 'accident'.

John jerked his head a little to the side, causing his longer locks of raven hair to move from his eyes. He then pulled the crying teen into his arms, eyebrows furrowing. "Okay, listen… I'm sorry I snapped at ya, kid. I mean, I just turned into a teenage version of myself and found out it was because of that medallion," Chas choked on a sob, and buried his face into John's white shirt, making it see-though with his tears. "I'll talk to Midnite, give the thing back, and everything'll be okay, so don't worry about it."

Chas said something, which muffled from his sobs and the fabric of his mentor's shirt. It was something along the lines of, "I'm so fucking sorry, John."

John's thumb brushed soothingly against Chas' right side, which eventually calmed the kid down. After the wails had subsided, leaving only wet tears, John pushed Chas away from him gently, hands on the kid's shoulders.

"Hey. Don't worry. We'll give this shit to Midnite tomorrow, after you feel better, okay?" It was amazing to John how nice he was being. It was very unlike him to calm down after being so pissed. Well, he was still pissed, but Chas didn't deserve more yelling, or hitting. Actually, Chas was just trying to make him happy on that "day", right? John guessed he needed a little time to be happy, especially on his birthday.

But something that Chas said earlier suddenly fogged over his mind. 'I love you, man, and I just wanted you to be happy on your birthday.'

While Chas stared up at him from the silence, John brushed out of his thoughts and looked down at the kid in his arms. He smirked and hoisted him onto the table, making Chas sit instead of standing up.

"John?" Chas asked, the wet trails from his tears still visible. John continued to smirk and moved his face a tiny bit closer to the other. Chas held in his breath, blinking several times. Though, on the inside his heart was beating fast.

"How about some leftover Mexican food, hmm?"

Chas felt like smacking John for making him feel so excited for nothing.

"What? Mexican food? Oh… yeah, okay." He tried to hide his disappointment, and let his head lower a little bit.

But that was just what John needed. His hint to figure out that Chas really did love him the way he had thought. He lifted the other's head up by pushing his finger up under Chas' chin. "Okay."

John kissed him softly, just as an innocent one. He wouldn't want Chas to be uncomfortable with this, in case his "hint" wasn't really a "hint" at all. He didn't feel anything from the other at first, and was thinking of pulling away, but Chas responded before that was to happen.

Chas leaned against John from his seat on the table, his hands rising to meet the back of his mentor's head. John took his so-called "innocent kiss" to the next level and parted Chas' lips with his tongue, exploring his apprentice.

Everything around them; the clock, the refrigerator's hum, the gurgling of pipes seemed to stop. Or, maybe it didn't, but they were too into each other to notice. That is, until they parted.

Chas didn't pull back far. In fact, he was close enough to feel John's breath against his lips. His eyes were half closed, hands moved to his mentor's shoulders while John's arms slowly wrapped around his waist. Both of them were silent, letting their actions take the words. But, finally, John spoke.

"Remember when… you told me you wanted me to be happy, and that you loved me?" He asked, pulling Chas off the table so they could walk over to the couch. Chas nodded slowly, following John as if he were in a trance.

"Well, kid," He paused, sitting against the right arm of the couch while Chas settled himself against his chest. He pulled the blanket that usually rested on the top part of the couch over both of them. "I love you too."

TBC…

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