"Uh, do we know you?" Dean asked pointing at the man who referred to them as a 'chaps.'
"No, but I know you." Rather quickly John said next to Mrs. Cobalt, "You've been lovely dear, goodbye." He left the room at that, his companion stayed behind to say some comforting words before she rushed after him.
The two Winchesters stared after the pair who gave a rather abrupt farewell. Dean threw his hands in the air. "Great. Who the hell was that?"
"That, was John Constantine." Sam answered as he released a breath of annoyance.
"John Constantine I–what the hell kind of name is that?"
"You can ask him yourself — he's our neighbor at the hotel." Seeing the look Dean gave him Sam added on, "Purely unintentional."
"Um, do I still need to answer your questions? I'd like to go sit by the phone in case someone calls…" Mrs. Cobalt cut in.
"Of course! But we'd like to do some follow up questions, later on, if that's alright." The younger brother politely said. The lady merely waved her hand which they saw it as a 'sure', then headed to the next room. With that dealt with they exited the house heading to the Impala.
"Dean." Both brothers yelled in surprise flipping around thinking they'd have to fight. But it was just Castiel.
"Cas! What did I say about just popping up?! Announce yourself you almost gave us a freakin heart attack!" Dean snapped.
The angel stared blankly at Dean for a few seconds. He then said, "Anyways, John Constantine. Stay away from him."
Sam furrowed his brows, "Wait, why?"
Castiel's eyes flickered over to the tall one before moving back to Dean. "He's the type of person you don't want to interact with."
"That's not very–" But before Dean could finish Castiel had disappeared. "That damn..."
"Dean I know how you feel but we should talk to those two. Even I'm wondering why he doesn't want us talking to them."
With a tsk Dean flung open his door. "Yeah yeah, get in."
The Impala rumbled to life and Dean smiled, even if he wasn't aware of it, upon hearing his baby start up. They rolled out of the driveway and with Sam giving directions, they made it to the motel.
Dean caught the room keys from his brother as they were tossed over to him. The walk to the room was short. Once inside, he placed the duffle bag slung over his shoulder on the bed and unzipped it to reveal the assortment of weapons.
Sam carried the demon-killing knife, while he picked up a regular revolver. He figured that angel would warn them if this 'Constantine' was something other than human. But again he probably wouldn't since all angels are dicks.
"Ready?" Sam asked.
"Totally." Dean answered with sarcasm, heading for the door.
"It's this one," Sam announced and walked next door to room 105.
Dean glanced at the door. "Should we knock or break in?"
The younger one raised his brows. "I thought we were having a conversation with this guy."
"Ah right. Well let's hurry it up." Loud knocks resounded in the hall as Dean rapped on the door. Seconds later it flung open.
"Chill!..." The woman who Sam had claimed he'd seen in a dream stood before them.
Her eyes narrowed, flickering between the two of them. "He isn't here."
"Well if we could speak to you, that'd be great." Sam interjected before the door could close.
"Why don't you wait?" She raised a brow questioningly then tried closing the door again.
Dean rolled his eyes then took action. The door jerked to a stop as he gripped its side, forcing it back open. He recognized the bewildered look in her eyes, like she wasn't sure if by being in their presence she was in danger or not. Dean got the impression she didn't know much about them, and he'd like to keep it that way. He shoved on the door — Sam gave him a light glare as he did, probably wanting him to be more polite, Dean snickered at that — pushing their way inside. The lady muttered an insult as the brothers walked into the room.
"Now that you've 'invited' yourselves in," She began her words dripping in annoyance and sarcasm. "what do you want?"
"We were actually wondering who you are." Sam said as civil as he could.
She raised her brows as if to say 'and that's it?'. "I'm Zed."
"What kind of a name is Zed?" Dean questioned.
"What kind of name is Dean?" She shot back.
Dean looked offended then surprised at the fact she knew his name. Sam was thinking the same thing and voiced their thoughts before he could, "Wait, you know our names?"
Zed nodded. "Yup."
The older hunter pointed back and forth between Sam and him. "How?"
"Constantine. He knows about what you do. Like I said, wait until he gets back because I don't know shit." The brothers nodded then looked at each other.
Awkwardly, Sam began, "Sorry about bursting in like that. We'll uh–go now. Thank you for the help!"
She did a curt wave and watched with a thin smile as they exited the room.
Hours later, Constantine found his way back to room 105.
Zed, annoyed that she'd been left out, swatted his arm as he took a seat. He looked up at her with a smirk, but it still was apologetic. "If I knew it'd take that long I'd have brought you along."
She sighed sitting on the bed across from him. "It's fine, so what did you find out?"
"I think I know what's been taking those kids. A Dzoavits."
A look of confusion came across her face. "A what now?"
"Dzoavits, a type of troll. They steal the sun and kidnap children. I talked to the locals and a new highway is being built through the mountains. They removed a bolder and found it was blocking a cave. After that the kids started disappearin'."
"What does the cave have to do with this?"
"These buggers — from what I've read — can only be trapped, in caves. Those workers set one loose when they moved that rock."
Zed nodded in realization. "And now it's taking children." They lapsed into a moment of silence, that is until she remembered something important.
"John!" Zed exclaimed standing to her feet.
He leaned back in his seat asking, "What's got your knickers in a twist?"
She pointed at the wall and said, "Those men from next door came looking for you. I think we should talk to them."
"Oh yeah? What'd they want?"
"They were looking for you." Zed repeated. "And I think we should talk to them."
John waved her words off. Extinguished the barely smoked cigarette he had. "Tomorrow, luv. I don't feel like talking to half-wits when I'm knackered."
"But John–"
Zed began to protest, but a loud knock on the door stopped her.
"I saw that guy walk in the room a few minutes ago, if we don't catch him now he'll skip town!" Dean was already grabbing his gun and out the door before he finished his sentence. Sam had no choice but to follow him.
"Dean I doubt he'll skip town!" Sam said. "It seems like he's looking into the disappearances same as us."
The older one grinned. "I bet he is. But that jerk isn't going to be one-upping us." He knocked on the door.
Seconds later, Constantine opened it bearing a crooked smile. "What can I do for you blokes?"
"Tell me who you are and what the hell you're doing here." Dean put bluntly. He peered inside; the woman from earlier was watching them with a calculating gaze. He nodded, more in a flirtatious way than a greeting.
She scowled while Constantine said, "Oi eyes down here. We're having a conversation or did you already forget?"
"Oh. I was–"
"Dean." Sam cut his brother off in a stern tone. "Could we come in? Zed said we could talk to you earlier, and we would like that."
Constantine stood unblinking, staring at Sam with a sour look. "John." Zed called out, her soft yet chiding voice causing him to give in.
"Make yourselves comfortable." The door was swung open and he stepped aside allowing the Winchesters to pass.