Chapter 2

Balthazar was far from fine, Gabriel found that even thou Bal had no more of his demonic powers or essence, he was still susceptible to things like holy water, and rock salt, and used it immensely. She mostly poured it into her prisoner's eyes, now the demon was blind, and no amount of healing would fix them. They looked fine but on closer expectation one would see they were clouded over, and dull, they would also see that one was ice blue, while the other was hazel, and great change from the reddish demonic brown they once were. Since his eyes were useless now, Gabriel took to pouring holy water down Balthazar's throat, and parts of his body, never enough to kill, but more than once Balthazar had begged to be killed. The mental attacks broke down any and all psychic fields that once protected Bal, now were gone and putting them back up did little but exhaust Balthazar, something he couldn't afford because napping during the day wasn't allowed, and the bath tub was not a place to get dragged to. The mere thought of what happened in the tub, sent chills rack throe his malnourished body another unwelcomed thought of the fact he was barley fed, made his stomach growl. Usually food was an after thought since his powers were sapped, and his ties to hell were cut off he wasn't sustained anymore, and now needed to eat like humans, and sadly had to go to the bathroom like a normal human as well. Funny enough that was the only time he was left alone, any other time he was chained to another wall not near his mattress, and tormented by Gabriel that was until she got a job, then when working she left him at his mattress, or when he was bad in the tub.

Bal was starving, and asking for food meant punishment so instead Bal waited for the rice, and water he got, and decided to take his mind off of food by listening to the usual drama of the neighbors what he didn't know was that Gabriel was watching him, lately the beating had gotten worst thanks to Gabriel's frustrations. She still wanted to think that he was bad, but now that she watched the demon all she saw was a fragile beaten starving man, not a word said in spite or malice, all said in fear and pain yet only him begging for it to stop. 'He broke rules thou' a voice crooned in her head, 'he's still bad it's just a front' it than began to sneer at her, taunting her on believing such a thing. The next beating left Balthazar with a black eye, bloody nose, and a broken arm.

On the other side of town, John was being tortured as well…by himself. When one drinks theirs a time were to stop, John blew past the stop, and flipped it off for good measures. Add to the fact he hadn't eaten in days, well let's just say it was a good thing he also didn't go out into public like that. The exorcisms had stopped completely, no work for John, and that left him to his own device which was a bad thing since he decided to get drunk, and it only just carried over since he never had any calls, he even in the beginning called people that usually asked him for him to help, told him they hadn't been calling because there were no exorcisms.

The meeting with his dead friends had not ceased, but they didn't help if anything it just pissed him off more. Why couldn't they leave him alone? He heard one more time they speck of forgiveness, and moving on, he was going to blow something up, and no one can blame him. While Isabel seemed to just enjoying scaring the crap out of him, not even giving him advice just showing up flitting about, and then leaving. It was sorta like when they were in Ravenscar, she came in jabbered about nothing scaring him, at first then she usually comforted him, acting like his older sister Cheryl would, when they had been younger, and he hadn't been in the nut house.

Then there was the sound of wings, and John growled ready for the same crap as usual. But then a pair of hands covered his eyes, and he couldn't help but smirk "Got bored in Heaven Izzy?" John asked downing the rest of his whisky. She heard Izzy huff, and then she took his head in her hands, and tilted it backwards so he was looking at her upside down. "Why do you drink that shit?" she asked, and John smiled "Because I'm a drunk like my father", and she glared at him but he just kept quiet. "Your better than him John" Izzy mumbled, and John snorted and that earned him being cuffed upside the head, and John spun around, and glared at her "Really you think I'm better than that bastard, I've gotten people killed, sure he was a drunk, but he had never got somebody killed!" he growled, and Isabelle glared at him. He calmed down, and sat down, then put his head into his hands, and Izzy instantly kneeled before him, and wrapped her arms around his head. John slid off the chair, and wrapped his arms around her, and finally broke into sobbing "T-too many Chaz Beeman Hennesy all gone…" he bit his lips trying to shut up, and stop but he couldn't he felt safe, warm, and hated it. He tried to shuffle away but Izzy wouldn't let him, and his mind began to wander to the past, their past, one so full of hurt, yet triumph.

They were in for the same reason, the difference John just wanted it to stop, Izzy wouldn't give up, she wouldn't let them tell her she was sick. John knew he should've told Angela that it was personal, that he knew Isabel, hell was friends with her, practically brother, and sister and yet…so close to something more. After the initial fear, and confusion the drugs caused in him, the need of an older protective sister was sated, they began to meet in each other's room, how they weren't caught was beyond John. Izzy claimed that it was thanks to an angel, John thought it was luck. That was the only thing they fought about, and even then they really didn't fight. They were each other's life line, and yet John wished for Izzy to get out, he could care less about himself, he begged, hell even some nights prayed for Izzy to get out. When the day came, she was taken back home she fought tooth, and nail John was happy when she came back she ignored, even snapped at him. This time they were young adults John because of Newcastle, Izzy had stabbed a demon who held the face of a man, John nearly snapped that time. The beatings from the guards, and that they believed he had killed Astra, sent John into real insanity. He was fished out by Izzy, who protected him as best she could, and laughed in the face of every guard when it came back John was innocent. John stayed in his corner for the longest of time, didn't move, breath quietly, and the anxiety attacks were crippling. The doctors were busy trying to cover their asses, one guard killed himself, a young guy who raped John, the rest suspected him to instantly began to demand reprieve. They thought of him a saint when he didn't, they couldn't see he was just a sick hurt messed up kid. Izzy saw it thou, and once again took the role of big sister not that she minded, not one bit. She hushed him when he used to scream, calm him when anxiety grabbed and held onto him told him, he wasn't sick when that's all the doctors told him. She still believed an angel watched over them, John let her think what she wanted. As long as she stayed as long as she wouldn't leave him, with the monsters.

Then he left, and John wanted nothing more than to take Izzy with him. Take her away from the doctors, and guards and the dank dreary place they had called home for years.

Of course he couldn't, and soon they were pushing him out into the world, with nothing more than the cloths on his back, and not a connection in the world. Then there was Ireland, and Brendan, Kit …and well everything had been up, and down since then friends made, ghosts found, fought demons, concurred, and then saving Astra, and the rest of the children in hell, the birth of his other awful half. Spending time with Rich's family, and that mess with the grail and King Arthur, and the mess with Ellie and then he was back in L.A.

Izzy's voice brought him back to the present, "She didn't understand" and John chuckled dryly "Anybody who can understand me is insane". "They never did 'cure' me" Isabel told him, and he smiled and chuckled, and Isabel joined in. They had wound up on the couch, John laying down, Isabel at the end of it with his feet on her lap "Chaz is doing well" Izzy told him, and he hummed in reply somewhere between sleep, and consciousness. John was trying not to fall asleep, but he was sure that was Isabel's doing, she began to hum and John growled, and tried to get up with little to no avail "Izzy …stop." Izzy smiled, and shook her head she then stood up, and he tried to follow but she put her hand to his chest, and pushed him into the cushions he muttered something, but Izzy just chuckled then leaned over, and kissed him on the lips. "Izzy" he mumbled against her lips, but she just shook her head, and kissed him again this time it was fleeting, and then she was gone, and John sunk into sleep.

He dreamed of what caused the breakup of him, and Angela his insomnia had been getting worst, the nights he tried to sleep were filled with nightmares, and the pills did nothing but make him groggy in the morning. She begged, shouted, and cursed at him to go to the doctors, she then found out he was deathly afraid of doctors, and she yelled at him about it being something stupid to be afraid of. Finally he snapped, and the whole thing the abuse, the experiments, the torture, the sexual assault, and she began to bawl. "W-why di-dnt you get h-help?" she asked, and when John told her that they were supposed to help, she bolted to the door. John went after her, only to find that her partner was there with her. A split lip, and black eyes, and bloody nose later John slunk away to his apartment, ignoring Angle's calls to come back.

Authors Note: I dont know why but the thought of making John have known Isabel struck me and it wound up written down :3 and just btw their will be a lot of crossover with the comic series since I've read and fell in love with it but most of the time I will try to explain on whats going on. I want to give a hint so bad on who Balthazar is because you guys seemed to haven't figure it out yet but I wont :D