A/N: BONUS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is because you had to wait. ENJOY! Also, to any full on Christians out there, I apologise for this chapter, but its part of the story. Don't take any offence by it.
SUPERNATURAL
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
CHAPTER SIX- Midnite and Balthazar:
John pulled out a small box and the attack was instantaneous.
The figure was revealed to be a mass of critters, moulded together in human form.
They varied from large constricting snakes, to bees and locusts.
His own personal swarm.
The creature/s launched at him, covering him with stinging, biting, wrapping, slimy things, but John wasn't deterred.
Well, maybe just a little.
"You son of a bitch!" John cried, swatting and jumping about, and probably looking very much an idiot.
But he no longer cared.
He didn't want fucking crabs up his trouser leg.
Not when they wanted a piece of him.
And he couldn't bear to think the piece they'd take if they got the chance.
Then a realization hit him.
Every bug deserves a personal windscreen…
He mused to himself, eyeing the road determinedly.
He launched himself onto the tarmac, narrowly missing the truck himself, but he was certain the bugs got acquainted nicely.
Wary of the traffic, he stood and brushed himself nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
Chas wound down the window as he approached the cab.
"You cool John?"
"Yeah, great. Thanks for lending a hand by the way kid," John said sarcastically as he slid into the back of the vehicle. "But now, I really wanna go to Midnite's,"
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"She what?" Dean asked, thinking he had misheard the black woman before him…or at least, misconstrued what she had said.
"No honey…you heard right. Joanna…has indeed been stabbed by the Spear of Destiny."
Sam frowned. "How can you tell?" He inquired, peering at the sleeping girl.
"Sweetie…it should be plain to you…I feel it so intensely…it's so strong."
"Yes, but how is it even possible? I mean, the Spear? It's just supposed to be a legend!"
Missouri rolled her eyes. "Boy, you've been hunting legends since you could walk. You know what's out there!"
Dean frowned at the conversation. "Okay…this is very confusing. What the fuck is the Spear of Destiny?"
The psychic frowned. "Don't use that filthy word in front of me boy! I will find some soap and scrub it clean!"
Dean's eyes widened. He knew she wasn't bluffing. "Sorry. So what is it? And how do you know all about it college boy?"
"Ancient History course…did it for fun,"
Dean looked disgusted. "Dude, your idea of fun is warped. Now give me a babe and a beer and I'm set,"
"Shut up. You have Jo anyway," Sam shot back.
"She is a babe,"
"Do you wish to know of the spear or not?" Missouri asked impatiently.
"Oh, sorry. Yeah, go ahead."
"Right. I ask for you not to interrupt. You're familiar with the bible, I'm sure-"
"I'd prefer a dirty porn but-"
"Dean! Shut the hell up!" Sam hissed.
"Sorry. My bad. I'm familiar with the bible. Continue,"
"Well, it is a fabrication," Missouri stated as if it were the most normal, ordinary thing to say.
"There's a big surprise," Dean muttered, but was silenced by the look he received from the black woman.
"As I was saying, the bible is a fabrication…the important parts are, anyway…Lets see, Jesus Christ, was not sacrificed on the cross for our sins as so many believed, The son of God was very much like us…and just as the lord had a son, Lucifer did also. They call him Mammon, and for his coming of age, he received a gift…The Spear of Destiny.
That is what really killed Jesus Christ, but before he died, he took the spear from his gut and plunged it into his enemy, thus, in turn, killing him.
They both died, sent to their respective kingdoms and the spear was left in the limbo, earth. Inside the spear, Mammon's essence was stored, and now currently resides in Jo.
When she touched her sister, he was awakened from his sleep, and its going to get bad. Very bad."
"How? I mean, what can we expect?" Dean inquired.
Missouri shook her head sadly. "Mammon is going to make life very difficult for Joanna. She is going to get very sick, very fast. She will be in agony and we cannot exorcise him yet. I have a contact that I'm going to call, but you can expect odd behaviour from her very soon,"
The woman turned, about to leave.
"How will we know whether she's her, or if Mammon's taken over?" Sam asked.
"Believe me, you'll know." She replied cryptically, before exiting.
"Dammit," Dean hissed, running a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?" Jo asked from the bed. She had regained consciousness the minute Missouri had left.
"Nothing sweetheart. Nothing. We're gonna get you out soon." Dean assured, with a smile.
"Good. This place is driving me crazy,"
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John got out of the car and crossed the busy road, aware of the tag along that scuffled to keep up.
"Aren't you supposed to be waiting in the cab?" John asked, adjusting his jacket.
Chas ignored him. "It's a haven for those who rise and those who fall. I remember reading about it, John," he said almost excitedly.
"You read way to much kid. It's a bar," he said, taking a drag of yet another cigarette.
"It's a bar? It's a bar. Papa Midnite, he's a crusader for good. He swore the oath of neutrality. John…the man's a legend,"
"Yeah," Constantine said flatly.
Chas sighed. "Can you please get me in John? Please?" he begged.
"Sure you can get in,"
"I can get in?"
John shrugged. "If you can get in,"
He gave the kid a cocky smile and walked ahead leaving a very confused Chas to avoid people traffic.
He shook his head and caught up with the older man. "It's a bear though, right? Or two ducks in a cloud?"
John ignored him and headed down a flight of velvet-lined stairs, into a lobby of sorts, which was bathed in red light.
Behind the thick velvet rope, stood a rather large man, holding a deck of cards. As John approached him, he flashed a card.
"Two frogs on a bench," he said, immediately admitted.
Another card was held up to Chas.
"Two frogs on a bench," he repeated, but as he went through, he was held back. "No, no. I'm with the guy you just-" he turned to the door his friend had disappeared into.
"John! John! I'm with him though,"
The bouncer held up the card.
"Rat in a dress…of course it is…rat in a dress,"
He tried to make a run, but once again the bouncer stopped him.
"I'm just testing. I'm just testing," he said holding his hands up in a sign of peace.
Meanwhile, John strode down the red-lit corridor and into the bar itself.
It wasn't for normal people…A lady in a business suit blew on several glasses of water, instantly turning it into blood.
John preferred not to notice, he was quite fond of his blood where it was.
He continued to walk through the throng of people, totally ignoring the goings on, only stopping once he reached a padded leather door, which didn't match the red colour scheme.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
There was no gaining entry for those who weren't worthy.
Suddenly the door swung open to reveal a heavy looking man with a scarred face.
He entered and the door slammed behind him.
"Don't get up," he said to the black man, who was sitting on the couch smoking a cigar.
"You've been absent for some time," the man said in a rich accent, as John retrieved an upturned chair and set it to the floor. "Have you come here with relics to sell?"
"No, I'm out of that now. I've been too busy," he replied.
"Perhaps peddling forgeries has ended up being bad for your health,"
"Midnite, Jesus…I thought the thing was authentic." John explained.
Midnite scoffed gently and sucked his cigar.
"I see now. Your health is bad for other reasons. How long?"
"A few months, maybe a year," John said, searching his pockets.
"I thought I heard thunder last night," Midnite stated with a small smile. "It must've been Satan's stomach growling,"
John remained silent as he lit another cigarette. Midnite continued.
"You're the one soul Satan would come up here himself to collect,"
"So I've heard,"
"Well I am almost certain you didn't come here for a sympathetic shoulder to cry on,"
"A demon just attacked me out in the open,"
"They don't like you John," the black man said.
"Well you don't say,"
Midnite ignored his sarcastic remark. "How many demons have you deported back to hell?"
"Not some angry half breed, Midnite, a fully fledged demon. On our plane,"
"That's impossible,"
"Apparently not. Yesterday I saw a soldier demon try to chew its way out of a little girl,"
"Listen John, Demons stay in hell, Angels stay in heaven. The great détente of the original super powers,"
John rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the history lesson Midnite, you've been a tremendous help, by the way. What could I ever say to thank you?"
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, John," Midnite said with a smirk.
"I need to use the chair,"
"Forget it John, apart from the fact that I will most definitely kill you, I am neutral. I take no sides."
"Before you were a bartender, you were witch doctor, against thirty Ashgar…and I—"
"You are Constantine…the John Constantine…once,"
John bent to Midnite's level, haven risen in his agitation.
"This isn't the usual game, I can feel it…Something's coming. Something big. And I have to stop it."
"Ooh…spooky," came a new voice.
"Balthazar,"
The newcomer rolled a gold coin across his fingers as he stepped forward.
"That expression alone, has made my entire night," Balthazar said, shrugging his richly suited body.
"I'll make your night," John said vehemently, approaching the handsome man by the door. "I'll deport your sorry ass you half-breed son-of-a-bitch!"
Midnite slammed a fist on his poker table.
"You know the rules of my house. While you are here you will abide by them,"
Balthazar stepped forward.
"Johnny boy…word is, you're on your way down. Fresh…meat," he sucked his fingers. "Finger lickin' good,"
"We have a meeting now, John," Midnite said.
Suddenly, a pain blossomed in John's chest, and he began to cough violently. He knew what was happening.
"What? I didn't catch that," Balthazar said, turning his body slightly in his chair.
John pushed the door open, and holding a handkerchief to his mouth, rushed through the current moshpit of the dance floor.
Blood splattered the white material and he sighed.
This is gonna be a long year…
There is your bonus chapter. Hope you enjoyed! Stick around, and again, sorry for the wait!