#hellblazer fanfic

To say you were stressed was an understatement, your nerves were practically springs waiting to pop. 

This week had treated you horribly, and people made you sick to even be around them. 

All fake smiles and unhelpful condescending words, you had to pick up so much slack you’d cut hours from your sleep schedule to stay on top of it.

And of course, it had to start raining once you got out of work when you didn't have your umbrella. Fucking typical.

You slammed the door and kicked off your shoes, trying not to make too much noise. You didn’t think you could handle a noise complaint without someone ending up in the hospital.

Trying to think of some way to get rid of all this anger, you nearly missed John sat on the couch looking at you with some concern.

“Lemme take a gander...bad day?” He’d asked, seeing you get a much-needed glass of water.

“Fucking dreadful, I’ve never been surrounded by so many self-absorbed idiots in my life.” You growled, nearly breaking the glass you were gripping.

John would have found your anger quite amusing and made a teasing comment about the horrors of normal, everyday life. This was clearly more than that, as he held back a teasing remark.

Exhausted eyes, strained muscles, a frown that seemed to be dragging the corners of your lips to touch the floor, he was normally the one dragging himself back to you looking like that. Not the other way around, & that wouldn't do at all.

He set his cigarette down in the ashtray as he set his own little plan into motion.

He’d been gone for far too long for both your liking as he slumped a bit more into the couch, getting comfy as he loosened his tie.

“C’mere, ya gonna snap the glass and hurt yourself.” He called in that rough, gravelly voice. Just as tired as yours. 

It was a relief to hear after the week you’d had without him, as you had mercy on the glass, setting it down before dragging yourself to the couch without a word.

He smirked up at you invitingly, all smug and confident like he had all the answers to your problems before you were climbing into his lap, his arms around you in a heartbeat as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"I hate people." You muttered as John undid the front of your shirt, slipping his hand behind your back to remove your bra.

There was no urgency in his touch as he unclipped the back and slid it off your shoulders, just relieving you of another annoyance, letting him take care of you as you complained.

"I hate 'em too luv, we can hate those pricks together." He chuckled when you moved your arms a bit to shuffle it off your arms and toss it away without needing to take your shirt off before laying your arms over his shoulders.

"When did you get back?"

John hummed in thought, trying to cover up a chuckle at your boneless state, all tangled up in his lap. You looked like hell.

"Ah few hours ago now, caught myself in a nasty little rain storm, but clearly I ain't the only one huh? Coming home lookin' like a wet cat."

You only grumbled in response, feeling his rough palm smooth over your back as he pressed kisses to your temple. The warm touch already melting your headache, he pressed another to your cheek.

"Not even a quip back? Blimey, you must be run ragged. Poor dear," He purrs, lulling you into the calm you so desperately needed.

His lips met the tip of your nose, trailing to the corner of your lips, an invitation for something more relieving as the taste of the nicotine and Earl Grey on his breath washed away your thoughts about this horrible day.

"I can do more than just fix your headaches, if you'll let me." 

His lower lip brushed against yours, hand sliding down your spine to the waist of your pants as he waited for your permission.

'Always such a gentleman,' you thought with a shiver, feeling him tease the edge of your clothes, your arms tightening around his shoulders.

"Please...make me forget about today."

Was all you needed to say before he let his hands wander to relieve all that ails you. His hands were like two snakes slithering for their den as he swallowed your voice with a loving kiss.

Undoing the front of your pants, he slid his hand down to your folds, the pads of his fingers already rubbing the little bundle of nerves in smooth circles to elicit the slow, familiar warmth in your spine.

"Don't worry, won't have a thought in your head when I'm done with you. Just relax n sing that little song of yours." He cooed against your skin, feeling your thighs already begin to tense as he moved your leg to sit at his hip. 

Leaving your legs open to continue his careful work, as he let his lips wander across the column of your neck with the soft scratch of his stubble. 

It didn't take long before feeling the first drip of honey brush his fingers down below from your spread petals.

You had the sense to be embarrassed at getting worked up so easily from just a few kisses and caresses, but John beat you to the punch, dipping his fingers into your wet warmth. A sense of pride and need filled his chest in the way your arms around his shoulders tensed with the pleasure. He watched your expression like a five-star film, the sensation shocking you like electricity, the pad of his thumb continuing to massage your pearl.

"Oh fuck..." Your words flutter in a shaky gasp, those dexterous fingers of his memorized the map of your body months ago, free to give you all the relief you needed, no matter how much you squirmed.

His arm at your back made sure of it, while he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder with playful bites, knuckles curled up against that special little button inside, making the warmth grow hot and urgent with how it shot up your spine, followed by a moan you were too slow to stop.

"There's that pretty songbird of mine, c'mon now, that's only the first verse." He encouraged moving his fingers in time with circling your clit with slick with pressing up against your G-spot, thoughts melting out of your head to make room for the blazing desire, followed by your melody of shaking gasps and moans. 

"Ah f-fuck...John!" 

Watching with apt attention at your body's response, twitching and writhing from every movement his hand made, nuzzled deep in the folds of your dripping sex.

It was more than enough to stoke the fire of his own sex, but he'd be selfless for the moment, needing to relieve you of your own stress first.

It was more than satisfying to feel your breath against his skin, clinging to his dress shirt like a lifeline while shaking from the sensations he gave you.

All that beautiful music spilling from your open lips for him to hear, if you were a beautiful mess now, you were on the path to a gorgeous catastrophe with him at the wheel. Unraveling the threads of your senses to be tugged apart by his clever fingers.

"That's it pretty thing, keep singing for me, I’ve got you right where I need you.” Rough and course were his words against your skin, softly sliding your dress shirt off your shoulder to continue the barrage of love bites and kisses down to your chest. Your skin adorned in goosebumps, feeling the cool air of the apartment compared to the fire growing in your lower abdomen and his lips making you shiver in the conflicting temperatures.

You nearly caved early, feeling his hot tongue dart out to swallow your pebbled nipple between his lips, cheeks hollowing with a warm such to add pressure. Accompanied by his fingers still working you closer to ecstasy, fingers dripping with wet slick, your hips jutting forward at the friction.

“Ahhhh John-! Please!” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but it pleased him all the same when your hands gripped his hair.

“Mmm please what? Use your words Birdy~” He teased, unwilling to let you get the words out as he leaned down to continue.

You couldn’t speak when you felt the pinch of his teeth around your bud while simultaneously pressing against and keeping his fingers against the spongy button. 

“John-gh! John please I want…ahh!” You stutter pathetically, drowning in the delicious sensation that was rising like a tide up your thighs to your lower stomach. Breath growing heavy at the overwhelming pleasure about to drown you, your arms tightening around him, bracing for the impact.

John had other plans, he’d love nothing more than to see you fall and convulse at the pleasure he can give, yet the sharp tension and waiting for it to crash upon you violently wasn’t what you needed. Your eyes shut tightly, yet not enough to hide the glint of tears as your chest heaved.

“Easy now, easy. Deep breaths luv, deep breaths,”

A rough palm met your cheek as he instructed you with a gentle tone, feeling that same soft breath of smoke and tea fill your senses.

His ministrations below stayed the same, stirring up your insides, yet his thumb had lessened to gentle circles.

“That’s it, no need to fuss now, let it wash over you. I’ll do the rest.” 

Head buzzing with all the sensations, all you could hold onto was his voice and instructions, leveling out your breathing with the trace of his thumb against your cheek, accompanied by the rough words of praise as the pleasure began to build once more. Only warmer and fulfilling as it seeped into every nerve with a warmth growing to a hot blaze making you twitch, keeping his words in mind to take deep breaths.

“Good girl, come on now, I’ve got you. That’s it, come for me love.”

Watching you fall apart was always his favorite thing to witness, your body shaking in his hold as you cry out in euphoria between deep gasps of air, thighs holding his hand hostage with how tightly they clenched. The merciless tide of pleasure wipes away any other thought in your head for the moment, leaving you empty on the shoreline of reality.

He’d never get bored of it, feeling your sex gush and soak his fingers, the sticky, sweet mess pooling into his palm when you finally relaxed against him in a needy, sweaty pile of limbs and dizzying expression on your warm cheek still cradled in his hand. Needless to say, he was harder than a teenager in a porno store, but he could handle that problem later. He gave you all the time you needed to come back to reality before fetching the glass of water and helping you to the bathroom to wash the remainder of the day out of you.

Sitting in the cramped tub, at least that meant you two didn’t need too much water to fill it up while he washed your hair for you.

“I’ll order us some takeout, then we can get some much-needed catching up-“ 

“Can we go again?” You cut him off, a lazy grin building on your lips as you leaned against him in the tub.

“I don’t think I’ve forgotten today completely…” You add one unable to fight the Cheshire smile with an anything but innocent nudge closer to his hips.

Fucking hell did he love you.

"I know. That's why Cas is here." Sam said. Cas had been holed up in the war room looking over books for something to free Dean from the demon Crowley put in him.

"And you think Cas is going to be able to hurt Dean?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "I don't think so. Dean is going to come for you and there is nothing anyone is going to be able to do to help you."

"Well then what do you suggest?" Sam asked, throwing his hands up. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

"I know a guy." I said, already dialing the number. "He's a little brash but honestly, he's exactly what I need. We're going to have to clear the bunker though. He doesn't trust Crowley and he will not take kindly to Cas being here." Sam nodded as the man in question picked up. "John! Hey."

"What do I owe the honor of hearing your pretty voice luv?" John asked, clearly having just wrapped up an exorcism. "Getting tired of working with those brothers? You know you never were able to replicate the times you had with me. Said they were the best you ever had." I chuckled and shook my head as Sam watched me.

"I never said that. You did." I teased. "I'll cut to the chase John. I got a problem. With a demon. That won't...vacate." John sighed.

"Dean Winchester. Yeah Crowley told me what he did." John said. I heard the click of a lighter and ran a hand down my face.

"What were you doing talking to that fucker?" I asked. John was quiet while he took a drag.

"He came to find me. Something about what he could do to remove the mark of Cain." I swore under my breath and John sighed. "Yeah. I told him he couldn't do it. But apparently he did anyway."

"Yeah and now we're trapped in the bunker with him. I told Sam he would get out..." I leaned against the wall and looked down the hall at the door Dean was locked behind.

"But the big lug wouldn't listen." John finished. "Figures." He huffed and the flap of his trench coat fluttered through the phone. “I’ll be right there luv. We’ll get this sorted. Just make sure the angel and Sam are gone by the time I get there.”

“That I can do.” I laughed. “Be seeing you John.” The line went dead and I gave Sam a look. “Get out. You and cas. Demonologists orders.” I smiled at him as he stared at me.

“but dean…” he started.

“is going to be taken care of. We need to leave Sam.” Cas said, appearing by my side. I smirked at Sam as cas grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of the bunker. As the door to the bunker slammed shut, a spark appeared next to me. It opened and John stepped through.

“they’re gone.” I said as I turned towards him. John kissed my cheek in greeting. “Just left. What do we need to do?”

“let’s go see him.” John shrugged off his coat and tossed it into my room. “And we’re probably going to visit that once we’re done.” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder as he realized what the room was.

“we’ll see.” I laughed.

“well we never did discuss the payment for this little endeavor.” John teased, leaning towards me.

“if you can pull it off.” I shot back. “Cas couldn’t find anything in any of the literature to suggest that we could even…” John smirked at me. “What? What do you know that a literal angel couldn’t find?”

“he’s not a demon possessing a body luv.” He said. I paused outside the door and stared at John. “He turned dean into a knight of hell. No different from Crowley. Not a demon. Not a human. Something in between.” I stared at him in shock. “You can’t exorcise what isn’t there.” John winked at me before pushing the door open. “Dean Winchester. Never had the pleasure. Heard good things of course.” John jerked his head towards me as I walked in, locking the door behind us.

“John Constantine. Demonologist, exorcist and master of the dark arts." Dean said. John's mouth twitched.

"They still calling me that down there?" John asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. Dean smirked and pretended to think for a minute while I leaned against the wall.

"Just Crowley." Dean said, finally looking at John. The two men started a staring contest and I pushed off the wall.

"We doing this or not?" I asked. John's eyes flickered over to me. Dean took his time looking me over.

"Yeah. We're doing this." John grumbled. He took off his trench coat and tossed it on the table in the corner.

“oh good. I thought I’d have to endure more of that.” Dean muttered as he snapped his restraints.

“crap.” I hissed as I backed towards the door. John started muttering in Latin as dean made a bee line for me. “A little help here John!” I called as dean grabbed my throat. John's eyes rolled back and I screamed. "NO!"

"Relax sweetheart." Dean chuckled. "He's just trying to get rid of me." I gripped his wrist as he tightened his grip on my throat. "It isn't going to work Johnny boy. Better stop before I do something we both regret." John paused, eyes meeting mine as I looked between the two men. "Good boy." John bristled slightly at the praise.

"So what now?" John asked, slowly making his way to the wall Dean had me pinned against. His eyes flicked down to my hand that was pressed against the wall. I flexed my fingers and John nodded. "You kill them. Then me. Then what? You can't die. The mark won't let you. Crowley keeps you on a short leash. So what can you really do?" I felt the cold handle of a knife against my palm and curled my fingers around it. John's shoulders sagged in relief as he watched.

"Easy. Get out. Kill the angel and demon. Play with the brother a little. Then take over Hell." Dean turned his head slightly to look at John over his shoulder. I moved my hand from Dean's wrist to his chest, slipping my foot between his. With a sharp shove, I managed to spin us around while putting the knife to Dean's neck. He chuckled darkly as his hand dropped from my throat. "Well well well." He smirked at me as his hands came to rest on my hips. "Go ahead. Do it." His eyes darkened as he watched me.

"Do it (Y/N)." John urged. "Buy us time." I stared Dean down, lips curling into a snarl as he smirked at me. My nose twitched as I watched him. "What are you waiting for?" John practically yelled.

"No." I said, backing away slightly. "It's what he wants." I tilted my head at Dean, smirking when he realized he was once again trapped against the wall. A small sigil was holding his hand to the wall. I turned back to John and tightened my grip on the knife. "What do we do? You can't exorcise him. Whatever you were trying to do before didn't work. We can't kill him because it'll just free him. Now what?" John looked over at Dean and chewed on his lip.

"Well..." John fidgeted in place. "He's basically feral right?" I nodded. "What if we got that energy out another way?"

"What? Like fuck it out of him?" I asked. "John I don't think he's gonna let you top him." John blushed and gently shoved me.

"They're right you know." Dean called out from his place on the wall. "Besides you're not really my type. Sorry handsome." John turned a deeper shade of red as he turned back to me, pulling me a little further away from Dean.

"No. But..." John played with his tie as he looked me over. "There is a chance that he'll fuck you. You said Dean was a womanizer right? We get him worked up enough and there is a chance he'll play into our little game."

"You just want an excuse to fuck me with him watching." I teased John. He rolled his eyes at me.

"This isn't some voyeurism kink (Y/N). This is trying to literally suck the demon out of Dean." John explained. "But if he is any inch the macho asshole you described, he's not going to let you just do it."

"Play into his ego." I said, shooting him a glance as he smirked at me. "Make him think that I don't give a shit about him. That someone else is better and he has to prove his worth." John nodded, pointing at me.

"Bingo." John confirmed. I put a hand on his chest and gulped.

"But wouldn't that mean the demon will possess me?" I asked, worry clear on my face. John curled his hand over mine and squeezed.

"Yeah." He confirmed. My eyes darted over his face. "I'll get it out though. It won't be the same demon. Right now its emboldened by the mark. With you, it'll be a run of the mill demon. Easy exorcism."

"John..." I whispered, moving closer to him. John wrapped his arms around me. "I'm scared."

"I know luv." He whispered as he rubbed my back. "I am too. But we've got this. Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Let's do this. Scared or not." John pulled back with a tight smile. He cupped my cheek before looking around.

"Sorry luv but the table is really our only option here. And I am too. Don't think you'd wanna call back the angel and brother just to do the trick."

"Its fine." I shrugged. "And you're right. I'd much rather it be you than anyone else." John smiled softly at me. He stepped forward and cupped my cheeks. "I trust you."

"A terrible idea really." John chuckled, kissing me with a smirk. I hummed as I reached up to wrap my hand around his tie. John chuckled as he pulled away, hands falling to my hips. "Hmm...minx." I laughed as John gently pulled me back towards the table as I pulled him back into another kiss.

"Says you." I whispered against his lips. Dean had gone suspiciously quiet in the corner. "You know you're going to have to wipe that little sigil away right?" John nodded as he spun us around and pinned me against the table. He kissed me deeply, slowly bending me backwards until I was laying down. He gently helped me get situated as my hands made quick work of ridding him of his tie.

"When he's ready to join, I'll do it." John confirmed. His hands slipped under my shirt and pushed it up slightly. I went to work on the buttons on John's shirt as he started to kiss along my neck. I stifled a moan as he sucked on my skin. "Oh now don't do that luv. You know how hard it makes me when I can hear you." My breathy chuckle turned into a moan when John gently bit down on my shoulder. "Oh there we are." I pushed John's shirt off as he changed paths and worked on my pants. Sitting up, I looked over my shoulder at Dean before peeling my shirt off. John's eyes widened slightly as I tossed my shirt in the corner. He licked his lips as I giggled.

"Nothing you haven't seen before Johnny." I teased as he crawled his way over me, having let my pants drop to the floor. My hands slipped to his belt buckle as his hips bucked. "Easy big boy." I warned as I slipped my hand into John's boxers as he worked to ride himself of his trousers. He moaned as his eyes fluttered closed, hips bucking with each pass of my hand over his cock.

"(Y/N), quit teasing." John said, trying to sound forceful but just sounding blissed out.

"Its called foreplay John." I teased as I let go of him to push his boxers off. "Maybe you should learn how to do it sometime." John scoffed as he pumped himself a few times.

"Ready luv?" He asked. I nodded, shooting Dean one last look before focusing on John. "Not too long now." John whispered as he eased into me. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My nails dug into his back as John bottomed out. "Fuck. Never gonna get used to that. You taking me so well."

"Me neither." I whimpered as John kissed my cheek. Dean groaned in the background as John started thrusting into me slowly. He kissed my neck as I moaned at the stretch. "Fuck John." I moaned as he set a pace. John smiled against my neck and I felt his hand move at my side.

"He's on his way over." John whispered as he lifted his head.

"Such a naughty show for such a pristine hunter." Dean mused as he unzipped his pants, belt discarded on the way over. "Didn't know you had it in you." I stared up at him. He had his hand down his pants and was stroking himself as he looked me over. "You on the other hand...Crowley has stories." Dean nodded at John who winked at him.

"Sounds like I give you a run for your money." He teased, watching as Dean pulled himself out and lined himself up with my mouth. I tilted my head back further after a nod from John. Dean slid into my mouth and I immediately started running my tongue along his length. Dean moaned as John raised an eyebrow, smirking at the bigger man. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, making Dean almost sag against the table my head was almost hanging off of. John chuckled. "But seems like they have us both beat."

"Oh fuck me." Dean moaned. John laughed as I continued to suck on Dean's cock. "Did you know how good they are at this?"

"Of course I do." John teased, watching as my face contorted as he angled his hips. "I would have thought you would have already known." I moaned around Dean's length as John brought me to my orgasm. He kept thrusting, chasing his climax. Dean gripped the table as his knees buckled. John ran a hand down my side as he came with a grunt. My eyes flicked down to his and he nodded, placing a hand on my chest as I continued to blow Dean.

"Oh shit." Dean moaned as he finally collapsed against the table, cumming in my mouth. He pulled out and fell to his knees. I groaned as I swallowed, gripping John's arm as I felt the demon take over. My eyes rolled back as I went slack.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te." John started, pressing against my chest as he hurried to get the demon out of me as quickly as possible. With his other hand, he made the sign of the cross and started repeating the exorcism as I started to shake.

"You have..." Dean looked up at John. "Prayer...We need..."

"I'm not letting no bloody angel touch them!" John roared. "Its your fault they're in this mess. They called me in to protect them and your sorry ass. I am going to protect them." His eyes rolled back as he changed tactics. With a gasp, my head fell back and a black cloud came out of my mouth. I panted as I turned my head against the cold table.

"John..." I murmured. John let his head fall to my chest as he sighed with relief. "Its over isn't it?" John lifted his head to look at me, eyes shining as he slowly pulled out and stood up. He offered me his hand to help me off the table.

"Its over." He confirmed, grabbing my clothes and helping me dress before doing the same. He kept a hand on me to keep me steady, shooting a glance at Dean still kneeling on the floor. "He's still got the mark but the demon is gone." I turned to look at Dean, moving around the table to run my fingers through his hair. Dean moved to rest his head against my leg as I did. John looked on wearily, draping his tie around his neck but not tying it.

"I'm sorry." Dean whispered, hugging my leg. I scratched his scalp and sighed.

"I know." I whispered back. "I'll get Sam and Cas back here. They'll keep an eye on you. We've got some unfinished business." I jerked my head back over to John. "Be thankful I could get in touch with him before things got much worse." Dean nodded, looking over at John with shining eyes.

"Consider it on your tab." John said, reaching for my hand. I took it and let him pull me away. "I will come collect one day."

"Come on John." I said as I led him out of the room. We went down the hall to my room. He sat on my bed as I called Sam to let him know it was done. They were about an hour from the bunker and would be back as soon as possible. Cas had somehow found out about a job while they were out. I rolled my eyes as I hung up. "They'll be back soon. On a hunt." John nodded and held his arm out. I climbed onto the bed next to him and let him pull me close. He kissed my temple as I wrapped an arm around his stomach. "I've over."

"Yeah." He murmured. "And you're safe." I nodded as I leaned my head against his. "It wouldn't budge for a moment. He wanted..."

"I know." I said. "You were fast enough. It didn't really take hold." I reached up and cupped his cheek. "You did it John Constantine." He closed his eyes as he leaned into my touch.

"Yeah." He whispered. I gently kissed him and tugged him down so we were laying on the bed. I reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over us. "I'm just glad you're safe." I smiled softly at him.

By now the sun has set, welcoming in the night time. You and John have decided to visit the boardwalk. You noticed it during the day, and while it was filled with people during the day now it seemed even more lively.

"How likely is it that those kids were right and the only things here are bloodsuckers?"

John hums, leaning against one of the wooden rails. "I'd say pretty bloody likely." He lights up a cigarette and smirks. "No pun intended."

You laugh anyways. "Well then it should an easy job. How hard is it to find a demon in a sea of vampires?"

"Oi, bite your fuckin' tongue, love." He snorts before taking another drag of his cigarette. He holds it out to you, offering to share.

He starts rambling on but your attention is caught elsewhere. There's a group of guys whooping and hollering as they come out of what seems to be a record store. They're each so unique in their appearance. And absolutely gorgeous. There's the tall, shirtless brunette. There's a blonde that's just an inch shorter than him but he looks like he's part of a glam rock band. The shortest of the four had such an angelic face coupled with beautiful, golden ringlets. Lastly there was the bleach blonde whom had such icy blue eyes they could freeze a person on the spot. And that's exactly what happened.

You had made direct eye contact with the bleach blonde. He grinned and soon three other sets of eyes were on you. Each of the guys gave a smile that could stop your heart. These guys were trouble. But the kind of trouble that was exciting. Trouble that would make you feel alive.

You're snapped out of your daze when the ciggie is snatched from your grip when you failed to pass it back. John's mumbling about wasting a perfectly good cig. Even still you can't help but look at the spot where the rabblerousers had been. They're gone now; vanished in the blink of an eye. You face has grown warm.

John has taken notice of your intense stare and leans closer, his expression a bit more serious now. "Aye lass, wot you see? Somethin' worth checking out?"

"Oh! Um no. Just....a lot of strange people." It's not a complete lie. You finally glance at John. He squints his eyes at you a moment then shrugs, relaxing his body.