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"Isabel saw things too, you know?" Angela said when she walked into the kitchen and found John at the table, his eyes focused intently on the wall. He looked at her as she walked over to the fridge. She took out a bottle of water and grabbed a glass off a shelf.

"She would scare our parents with stories of the Apocalypse, Heaven and Hell. In the end they resorted to sending her to the Institution." John hummed and nodded before he looked at the tiled floor.

"Where is Harry?"

"He's sleeping." John muttered and Angela nodded.

"What is our next step?" she asked. John was about to answer when they heard a ringtone. Angela excused herself shortly and left for her bedroom. A moment later Harry entered the kitchen, looking for all it was worth like someone who just returned from the battlefield.

"Couldn't sleep?" John asked.

"Look who's talking." Harry mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his fist. John couldn't help but think Harry looked somewhat cute like that, especially when he yawned widely and John caught sight of slightly pointed eyeteeth.

"Aren't you a cute little kitten?" John teased with a small smirk and Harry glared at him from under his fringe, his fully lips pulled into a small pout.

John pushed the thought of a cute Harry to the back of his mind. It had been a long time since he liked a man enough to consider a relationship with him. 'Not that I have time for a relationship.'

"Careful, Constantine. This kitten bites." Harry's voice pulled John out of his depressing thoughts. He noted Harry's voice lacked malice and allowed himself to smirk at the younger man.

"Not too hard, I hope." He joked and Harry gave him a sleepy, pouty glare. 'Cute.' Further conversation was stopped when Angela came back into the kitchen and pulled on a jacket.

"Weiss just called." She said. A moment later Harry was fully awake and John was on his feet. "We have to go."

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"Security guard spotted him near the body, chased him out-..." Harry and John left Angela with Agent Weiss while they looked around the busted store. Alcohol bottles lay broken on the floor; the air was filled with the stench of the strong drinks. Harry spotted the body first and tapped John's shoulder. In that moment John felt like someone threw a bucket of cold water into his face.

"Oh God." He gasped out and crouched beside the body of Father Hennessey. A cop went to intervene but Harry grabbed the younger man's elbow. When the guy looked at him Harry shook his head and the guy got the message.

Harry watched the cop go before he returned his attention to John who was leaning over the body of the man who must have been his friend. It looked like he was having some difficulty with taking it all in. He reached in the Father's pocket and Harry saw him take out a glittering object.

"Shit." John cursed and fell from his crouch on his knees, and sat back on his feet. He reached up and closed the Father's eyes. "Why didn't you call me, you fat son of a bitch?" he muttered brokenly and Harry's heart clenched at the pain in John's voice.

"There's blood on his hand. They didn't touch anything, but the witnesses say he started stabbing his own palm with a pen at one point." Angela spoke from behind Harry and both men turned to look at her. Both looked back at the Father and at his bloodied hand. John spread out Hennessey's fist.

"Harry-…"

"On it." Harry turned to grab a bottle of something off a shelf. He twisted it open and gave it to John.

"Do you have a tissue?" John asked and Angela rummaged through her bag while John washed Hennessey's hand. John took the tissue from Angela and pressed it into Hennessey's palm. A moment later he removed it and they saw a strange symbol made out of the residue blood. Angela frowned.

"That symbol. It's the same as the one I saw in my dream of when Isabel-…"

"Do you recognize it?" Harry asked John while he wrapped an arm around Angela's shoulders. John shook his head.

"No. But I'll find out what it means." He said and stood up. Harry and Angela took that as a sign to leave.

John took one last look at his friend.

"Rest in peace, Father." He whispered and walked away. Harry and Angela waited for him in front of the store, and John looked in Harry's eyes. The younger man nodded at him, offering silent support and John just shook his head. He dug his phone out of his pocket and pressed speed dial.

He would get to the bottom of this.

Whoever did this, just made it personal.

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Harry and Angela stood at the corner of an alley while John spoke to someone called Beeman. John was describing the symbol they found.

"You think this symbol will take us to the one who made Isabel-…" Angela's voice broke, but Harry didn't need clarification.

"John seems to think so." He said. Angela looked at him sideways.

"I heard." Harry looked at her with a frown. "While you and John talked yesterday, I was behind the door. I wanted to get in, but something stopped me. That didn't stop me from hearing everything though." Harry nodded and looked at John again.

"You two have a lot in common." She said.

"Yes." Harry said in a cutting tone. "Except one thing." Angela frowned when she saw the harsh but incredibly painful look in Harry's eyes.

"And what's that?"

"He's dying." Harry said and looked at her with a look of resignation. "And I promised to live." Angela didn't have the time to ask why it mattered because John just finished his talk. After a fleeting glance at Harry he looked at Angela.

"I need to see where Isabel died." Angela and Harry exchanged a look and she nodded. Harry offered his hand to John and earned himself a confused look. Angela just took a step closer to Harry and wrapped both her arms around Harry's elbow.

"Take my hand. I can bring us there faster." John cleared his throat and took Harry's hand in his. Both men shivered at the skin to skin contact but decided not to comment on it or show any outer reaction. They just shared a look and John stepped closer to Harry.

"Hold on tight and no matter what don't let go." And with a pop they were gone.

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John sighed as he looked around the roof of Ravenscar Hospital.

"Séances, crystals, channeling; our father thought she was just trying to get attention. She certainly did that." Angela said to Harry. The two were standing close by the doorway leading to the roof.

"She'd tell everyone about the things she said she saw. Crazy things; things that hadn't happened yet. She'd scare my mother to death, talking on and on about Revelations and the end of the world. Then one day she just stopped; never said another word."

"So you put her in here." John commented showing he was listening to her. Angela looked down in shame and Harry shot John a reprimanding glance. John shrugged in silent apology and Harry just looked away from him.

"Show me her room." John said and Angela looked up. She nodded.

"Follow me," she said and turned to lead the way. Harry fell in step with John.

"What are you thinking, John?" he asked quietly.

"They did to their daughter the same thing my parents did to me." Harry hummed.

"People fear what they can't understand, John. One thing is to know something's there. Belief is something very few people are gifted with." John looked at Harry and nodded.

John noticed Harry was frowning, and he believed he knew why.

Twins shared everything, physical and mental pain.

He looked at Angela.

She was hiding something from them; something crucial, and he had just the way to make her talk.

He only hoped Harry wouldn't stop him.

They entered Isabel's room and John moved in to search it over.

"So, how long?" he asked and Angela didn't need clarification.

"Two months this time." She said. John started to open the drawers and Angela frowned.

"I already did that. I checked everything." John cast a sideways glance at her, as he kneeled down to look under the bed. Angela huffed and Harry, who was leaning on the doorway, chuckled lowly despite the situation.

"Now you're insulting me." She grumbled.

"You don't walk off a building without leaving something behind." John said in full conviction.

"You saw everything she left behind in that box."

"Maybe she left something else." John said. "Something more personal; just for you." Angela didn't like the look he gave her before he looked at Harry.

The look John gave him told him to just stand back. Harry didn't know what he was up to, but he knew Angela was hiding something and he knew they had to get it out of her. Whatever John had planned better work.

He gave John a minute nod and leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

"All she left was in that box." Angela said in a way that made clear she was trying hard to stay calm.

"You were her twin, Angela," Harry said silently from behind her. "Twins don't only share their looks, they tend to think alike." Angela shook her head.

"I'm not like my sister." She pressed out through her teeth.

"But you were at one time." John insisted and fully faced the shivering woman. "Back when you were kids; when you'd spend every waking hour with each other." Angela took a step back and they circled each other with John staring intently at Angela, and Angela shaking her head with her eyes closed.

Harry simply stood back. John seemed to know what he was doing. If things got out of hand he would interfere.

"You'd start a sentence, she'd finish it. You'd get hurt, she'd cry." John pushed forward and Angela found herself backed against a wall.

"That was a long time ago." She insisted.

"That kind of bond doesn't just disappear!" John snapped.

"There's nothing here!" Angela shouted and John got more aggressive.

"She planned her death in this room!" John roared and Harry cast a silencing spell around them. No need for someone to interfere. "She thought it up right where you're standing!" John spoke as he advanced on Angela.

"She knew you'd come!" John insisted further and Angela started to hyperventilate. "She counted on you to see what she saw, to feel what she felt, to do what she did. What did she do, Angela?" Angela covered her ears with her hands and John resisted the need to smirk in triumph.

"I don't know! I don't know!"

"What did she do, Angela!" Harry frowned when he felt the air thicken. Something was there.

"I don't know!"

"What would you do?!" John shouted. "What would you leave her? What would it be? Where would it be?" Angela lashed out and pushed John back and Harry suddenly exhaled. The pressure was gone. Angela turned around and her whole body tensed up.

She looked at the window and for a moment time seemed to stop. John looked at Harry over his shoulder and frowned when he saw how pale the younger man was.

"When we were little-…" Angela whispered and John and Harry looked back at her. "We used to leave each other messages." She walked on shaky legs closer to the widow. "Messages written in light and breath." She breathed over the glass and symbols appeared on it. John walked forward and underlined a single part.

"Cor 17:01." He read out loud.

"Cor?" Harry inquired.

"Corinthians." John said in way of explanation and Harry shrugged.

"There is no 17th act in Corinthians." Angela said, still quite shaken and John looked at her from under his eyebrows. Harry saw the hard, thoughtful look in John's eyes. John turned around and left the room.

"I need a church." Was all the other two heard before they turned and ran after him.

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They rushed into the Hospital Chapel and went unnoticed by the people in it. While they walked John was talking in a hurried manner.

"Corinthians goes to 21 acts in the book of Ethenius. It's like a dark mirror of the Bible. It paints a different view of Revelations; says that the world will not come to an end at the hand of God but be reborn in the embrace of the damned."

"Okay, let's pretend I know what you're talking about." Harry said. "What difference does it make?" He asked and ignored Angela's exasperated look. Honestly, he was an atheist. He didn't know all that Christian nonsense about the end of the world.

"Depends on which side of the fence you're standing." John said in way of answering Harry's question and casually dipped his hand in the pastor's bowl of holy water near the Altair.

"So why haven't I seen this book before?" Angela asked while John closed his eyes and exhaled.

"Because it doesn't exist here on this side." John said before the water started to boil and Harry almost fell on his knees when that huge pressure slammed into him like a tidal wave.

"What do you mean it's not-…" Angela's voice faded with every word and Harry felt like he was drowning in water. He tried to open his eyes but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. His breath was stuck in his throat and his magic was trying to fight against the huge pressure that pressed down on him, but it only made everything worse. In the next moment he felt like he dove out from under water and his eyes snapped open.

"… here on this side?" he shot a confused look at Angela before he looked at John, while he tried to get enough air in his lungs without looking suspicious. John was covered in sweat. In his hand was a book neither Harry nor Angela had seen before, and John was already flipping through it. Harry's stomach churned when he scented sulfur again. With a flick of his wrist the scent vanished and John shivered.

He looked at Harry when the stench of sulfur vanished from his clothes and saw the shorter man shrug and look pointedly at the book. He noticed how shaken Harry was and frowned, but one look from the younger man told him to ignore it.

'Later, I'll ask him about it later.'

"Where did that come from?" Angela asked and approached John. Harry moved to John's other side and all three of them looked into the book John was flipping through.

"Look here." John muttered when he found what he was looking for. "'Sins of the father would only be exceeded by the sins of the son.'" He recited and frowned. Tendrils of terror started gripping his heart.

"Whose son?" Angela asked and exchanged a confused look with Harry. John's brain in the mean time went into overdrive.

"Symbol isn't a demon's." He whispered. "That's why I couldn't place it. It's not a normal possession." He looked at Harry who was frowning up at him in confusion.

"John, what are you talking about?" Angela asked but John just kept on staring at the Black Bible in his hands.

"JOHN!" Angela sapped and John shook out of it.

"It's for the son to cross over," he muttered.

"Whose son?" Angela asked. "God's?"

"No." John said. "The other one."

"The other one?" Harry asked and John looked back at Harry.

"Lucifer had a son too."

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You know how you come to a point when you just KNOW shit's about to hit the fan?

Well, at this point I think it's pretty obvious that the fan will be on fricking hyper-speed…