Author's Note: Getting there, slowly. Review!
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"She reacted weird when she saw you," John commented, coming into the kitchen after he had dressed. Chas was making breakfast.
"Yes, well, she's in love with you," Chas said, turning the bacon over. "She knows how you feel about me, and she knows that if I'm around she has no chance."
John came up behind Chas. "She has no chance anyway, I love you." He wrapped his arms around the angel's waist.
Chas sighed. "Yes... but John, what are you going to do when I'm gone?"
John froze. Horror slowly rushed through him. "Chas...?"
Chas spun around, shaking his head sadly. "I should have told you, John. I just couldn't stand to hurt you."
"You're... you're going back?" John asked, swallowing. There was a painful lump in his throat.
"I must, don't you see?" Chas asked. "I'm dead, John, and you're alive. You must live your life."
John felt tears in his eyes, but he was determined not to let them spill. "Chas... no, Chas. I want to live my life with you..."
"John, I'll be waiting for you," Chas replied, looking equally sad. "You have to live, John... the world needs you, and I'm just a problem."
"When... when are you going?"
Chas shuffled. "Soon."
"When's soon, Chas?" John was trying to stay calm, but it was becoming harder and harder with every second that passed.
A tear shone as it rolled down Chas' cheek slowly. "Tomorrow night, John."
And John Constantine's world, the one he had thought had finally fixed itself, came tumbling down around his ears.