So, umm, yeah. Thanks for the reviews. Loved them all. I love all you guys and well yeah. I'm probably going to be grounded because I got to friendly with a razor blade, I don't know yet, just making sure the parental units don't find out. Anyway here's chapter Seven ( may favorite number)

Chapter Seven

Constantine quickly grabbed the Screech Beetle and shook it. Right before a final peck was giving the birds crowed wildly and began to bang them selves against the window. Shaking it again, John gave the baby to a terrified Angela. The birds once again crowed wildly and flew away. Blood from the birds were stained on the window and black feathers floated through the air.

"Well that was unexpected…" John said looking at a wide eyed Angela.

"Ya think!"

John looked at Angela's frightful face, seeing that she was trembling; he took the baby out of her arms (scared that Angela would shake too much that she would drop Angelina) The baby clung to him around the neck and fell asleep. "Angela…" she looked distant and far away. "Angela" seeming to snap back to reality, she looked at him. Her face dumfounded, putting on a mask telling John she was all right, but her eyes told him she was lying. "What with you?" he asked, trying not to sound mean.

Angela shook her head and turned, mumbling "I just don't like birds" walking to her purse, she picked it up off the table and walked to the door. "I have to go somewhere, ok?" she turned to see John standing in the middle of the room, baby in arms, and a surprised look on his face. Angela tried to keep herself just balling with laughing. She just held the laughter in and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be ok, here" she walked over to him and handed him her cell number. "Anything happens," her eyes darted to Angelina. "Call me," She walked over to the door and turned for a moment. "You know, I think you look cute with a baby in your arms" She smiled at him again, and John found himself smiling back.

Damn it, Smiling was addicting so much when Angela was around. Angela turned back to the door and walked out.

John sighed and looked at Angelina, who was sleeping silently on his shoulder. He smiled and kissed her forehead, trying not to wake her. The baby yawned and looked up at him, her ice blue eyes looking into his dark brown ones.

"This kid is growing on me way to much" he thought. Sighing, he went over to see sink and sat Angelina down on the counter. She looked at him curiously as he turned on the sink and began to wash the few dishes he had. To preoccupy himself. Angelina stuck out her hand to feel the water and giggled when John flicked some water on her. John smiled and went back to his work. He then felt Duck in-tangle around his ankles and looked down. The cat's hair was standing up on his back and was hissing at something. John looked up and saw the one person her thought was gone. "Holy Fuck, Chas!"

Walking briskly so she could hurry and get back to John, Angela hurried into the police station. Half jogging, half walking to her own desk, she bumped into Xavier. "Oh shit"

She thought. Looking up at the tall man who was half her size she knew she was going to get it.

"Dodson." He nodded to her and walked off. Angela, thinking she was going to get in trouble for being late countless times after the whole Mammon thing; she almost fell over when he walked off. Sighing in relief she went to her desk and got the piles of paper work she had missed. Grunting she slammed them in her bag and ran out the door. The secretary giving her odd looks. Walking past a local pub, she thought she saw someone get up out of there table and walk out the door and come her way. Thinking nothing of it…she began to walk faster. The person than quickened their pace and excelled. Angela, now breaking in a jog turned down an ally. Bad mistake. But she had a gun and a phone, so thinking she was safe she began to navigate her way around.

Finally, the person caught up with her and grabbed her wrist. A chill when through the Angela as she then whipped around and pointed a gun at the man's forehead.

"Holy Hell, don't shoot, I just wanted to ask you something." The guy held up his hands in surrender and snickered. He seemed to have an Australien/Brittish accent. Angela raised an eyebrow and continued to hold her gun up. "What the fuck do you want!' she said, her voice dripping with venom. The guy sighed and looked at her. Angela, seeing his eyes dart to her chest, kneed him in the "sweet spot" and punched him right in the nose. Shaking her hand and losing her wrist, she watched as the man staggered about and let out a string of cuss words. Falling to his knees finally he looked up at her. Angela got down and face and took him by the throat.

"You know I could have you arrested for Sexual Harassment and being a stalker, ass hole" Angela's nose wrinkled when she smelt his breath. It smelt of liquor and sex. "But since I'm already having a bad day, I'll let you talk" When the man didn't answer she squeezed his throat with more force.

"Const….antine" he choked out. Angela released her hand and looked at the guy in disbelief. "What?" The man staggered for breath and gripped his throat. "Do you know a guy named Constantine?" Angela nodded, wondering where he was going with this. The guy smirked. "Call me a friend." He stuck his hand out to Angela in greeting. "Brendan Flynn" Angela looked at the hand for a moment, then let her guard down a bet and shook the hand ( wondering where it had been, or when the last time it was washed) "Angela Dodson" she said dryly, picking herself off the ground and getting a better look at the man in front of her.

Brendan Flynn looked normal. He was wearing dark jeans and a brown t-shirt. His hair was black and his eyes were blue. His skin was extremely pale and his hair was in knots. The eyes were sagged and the pupils were huge. But what creped Angela out was when he smiled. "John's my best mate, saved my life, he did" Angela smiled nervously and made a gesture that she was leaving. Brendan then reached out a hand and grabbed a lock of her hair. Sniffing it, Angela saw his eyes grow red. She couldn't move it seemed she was frozen in place. With that one touch, the painful touches and memories set in.

"Didn't now ol' John was shagging someone this pretty, eh?"

Angela turned and ran. But when she had turned, ones of Brendan's long finger nails scratched her cheek. Hands shaking and knee's almost buckling, she almost fell because of the weight she felt on her shoulders. She looked back for only a minute and saw only black crows flying over the garbage cans.

"What the fuck….!" John said as he almost dropped the plate he was holding. Chas put on a mock-hurt face. "Think you would be happier to see me then that" John rolled his eyes and darted them to Chas's wings. "So the man up stairs knighted you huh?" Chas nodded then smiled weakly. "Got to see my baby sister again." John saw pain flash before Chas's eyes but it disappeared quickly. John understood the pain Chas went through as a child before he met up with him.

Chas smiled once more showing off his new wings. John smiled and picked up Angelina. Chas grew wide eyed and looked at John panicky. "John, you didn't…." John almost dropped Angelina. His mouth slammed shut and he shook his head.

"Hell No Chas! I mean…This is Isabelle's" Chas walked up to both of the causelessly and looked at Angelina. "Can I uh…." John almost laughed at Chas stupidity then handed Angelina to him. Angelina reached out to the new face and touched Chas's cheek.

At the contact Chas smiled and hugged her. "She's so cute" he said silently, hoping John wouldn't hear. John snickered and went back to the kitchen. "So what brings you here?" john asked, trying to distract the now baby obsessed Chas. He saw Chas then gulp hard and place Angelina on the couch. "John, you know Angela not safe with…"

John rolled his eyes. "Spare me the details" "John, please, listen to me…"

"NO I FUCKIN WON'T LISTEN! ANGELA IS FINE WITH ME HERE! NO BODY WILL LAY A FUCKIN FINGER ON HER. IF THEY DO I WILL DEPORT THERE SHITTY ASS TO HELL AND BEYOND IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO KEEP HER FUCKIN SAFE!"

John stood, glaring at a taken back Chas. Chas looked kinda on the verge of yelling him self.

"John HE will get her…"

Chas was suddenly thrown back into a wall and disappeared before he hit the wall.

"CHAS!" but he was already gone. John sighed, a little frightened but knowing the young boy was ok he went back to cleaning up his apartment a little.

When the door banged open, John jumped a little from where he was standing. Angela stood there, breathing hard, a small cut against the left cheek and a bewildered look.

"Jesus, Angela, what the fuck!"

"John…"

In second, when she had said that with a terrified voice, small yet powerful, John was over to her in a second. "Angela, speak to me, what's wrong?"

"John…"

"Angela, talk. Say something" She looked so scared, terrified. Silent tears started to roll down her face. She looked like she wanted to scream yet her eyes where blank. John pulled her into a rough hug and held her. Over and Over again she said his name. Like she wasn't feeling him or anything. John pulled her near the table and sat down. Taking her face in his warm rough hands he looked her in the eyes.

"Angela, talk, what happened? I know you can." Angela looked at him. Her eyes were so distant and her face was cold and her body shook. She swallowed the lump in her throat and murmured a name:

"Brendan Flynn"

The name struck a cord with Constantine. The old pervert the he use to be friends with. After he sold his soul to the devil and John had saved him, he was never the same. John remembered Katie telling him the Brendan had followed her for a mile one day. That way the day before she died to. Suddenly he was infuriated, if he had laid one hand on a Angela…

"Angela, did he hurt you! What happened?"

Angela felt like a coward again. She felt like John would think of her as weak if she told him. She shook her head no and looked away, chewing on her Jacket string. "No, why the hell not?" Angela looked at him. "Because you'll think I'm a coward"

This made John laugh, in spite of everything. He took her hand into his own and smiled.

"Angela, you're a police woman, the bravest I know, and you've fought the son of satin for Christ's sake! You are brave and you're far from a coward, so please just tell me"

Angela nodded, tears in her eyes. Then she told what had happened.

Sorry guys I have to go to bed now and I want to start the chapter on what John does to Brendan. REVIEW!