#imaginejohnconstantine

The events at the house still affected you, even after almost a month. It once again reminded you that not every monster is a paranormal being. There are monsters all around, looking like your regular friendly neighbour. Or as John had put it, not all monsters hide under beds. You wondered how he dealt with these kind of things, day in day out. It wasn't the thing you dreamed of doing when you were young, but this life choose you and you were stuck with it. You closed the book you were reading and clicked off the the small reading light before pulling the covers over your body as you laid down to sleep. Soon you felt yourself drifting off .

Scratching.

That's what you heard, you could see your living room as if you were watching it all play out through a camera. It got louder. A dark form crawled out from the shadows, an arm.. no.. it wasn't just that. Long sharp nails dragged across the wooden floors as the creatures crawled from the darkest shadows. Their eyes were like fire. They moved slowly at first, then faster, some crawled on the walls, some on the ceiling as they moved up the stairwell. They begane moving faster, like a shark nearing it's prey. And that's what you were, prey. Their nails scratched the walls as they got closer to your closed bedroom door. Then they screeched loudly, like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. You jolted up gasping for air, you pushed yourself backwards on your bed until your back hit the wall. You looked around your room frantically, and saw daylight stream into your room. It was just a dream. You brushed the hair from your face as it sticked to your skin. The air inside your room felt warm, almost hot. You were shaking as you stepped out of bed, you could use a glass of water after that. You put on some clothes before walking to the kitchen. You weren't to keen on walking through your house but you weren't a scared child anymore. Dreams are just that, dreams. You poured some water in a glass and took a big swig from it before you walked into your living room, you were checking your phone when you felt something beneath your bare feet. You swallowed as you sensed it. You moved your foot carefully, as if you had stepped into glass. You looked down at the floor and your breath quickened as panic rose inside of you. Along the wooden floor were long, deep, lines that splintered the wood. You didn't have to touch that to know what that meant. You didn't bother about how you looked as you grabbed your coat and bolted out the door in one swift move. You thanked the heavens that the key of your car and your wallet was in your jacket. You had no plan for something like this, but you knew one thing. Time to find an exorcist.

You had slept in a hotel since that night, happy that you didn't wake up to scratches on the floor again. You didn't know for certain if you could trust John Constantine, you only met him once, but he was the only one you knew that had knowledge of this sort of life. This 'gift'. And after that 'problem' at your place, you didn't mind to spend some time around a guy who knew how to deal with things like this. Maybe he meant what he said, maybe he could help you learn more about your powers. Or maybe, he couldn't be trusted. But it was either John Constantine or facing whatever was after you alone. There was just one little problem in your plan, you had no idea how to find him. Let alone contact him. Really regretting the fact that you didn't take his silly card now. It was early in the day but that didn't stop you from going to a bar, for a coffee anyway. You didn't feel like sleeping much after what happened. While drinking your coffee you noticed an article on the front of the newspaper that was laying on the bar. You pulled it closer and read about the priest who came back to life and is now performing miracles. You can't help but think this would be something Constantine would be interested in and then it hits you. The priest. You quickly pull out your phone and scroll through your contacts until you find the name of the priest that had send you to help Harold. Constantine had asked you for his number so he could tell the priest that next time he should be contacted as well. There was a fair chance that the priest had John's number. The phone rang a couple of times and then you heard it being picked up. “Hello ?” the man answered. “Father Jenkins ? This is y/n l/n.” You introduced yourself hoping he would actually remember you after everything that had happened. He sounded guildridden when he spoke again “Miss l/n, I was hoping to speak to you again. I wish to apologise-” “There's no need for apologies Father. None of us knew what Harold was capable off.” you interupted him quickly. He sighed “If the need would ever arise again, I will contact the man who helped you. I do not wish to see you harmed.” You felt a spark of hope at his words “Actually, that is why I am calling. I am trying to find Constantine, I was hoping you could tell me his number ?” “I have his number in my contact list. Shall I send it to you in a text message ? Is everything alright Miss l/n ?” he sounded worried, but you didn't want him to worry about you. “Yes, please. That would be great. And don't worry Father, it's nothing I can't handle.” brushing it off. “In that case, may God be with you, y/n. Always.” he told you and you gripped your phone thighter. “Goodbye, Father.” you ended the call. It was clear that it wasn't God who was with you after seeing the scratches in your floor. You finished your coffee and at then your phone beeped as a text popped up on the screen. The priest had sended John's number to you and know you were left to think how you would handle this. Last time you saw him you had told him you prefered not to go with him and now you would have to actually ask him for help. Sighing you called the number. It clicked to voicemail and you hung up immediately. This wasn't something that should go on a voicemail. You called again and after a few seconds, someone picked up. “Heeello?” the man on the other end sounded curious, but you were pretty sure that it wasn't John's voice. “Uhm.. hello. Sorry I might have called the wrong number, I am trying to reach a guy called John Constantine ?” You heard the man chuckle “Then you have the right number, Miss. But i'm afraid John's uh... unable to talk now. He's uh.. sleeping off the drinks from last night.” You raised a brow “Oh, I see. Look, I don't want to be rude but I really need to speak with him.” You could hear that the man was walking around as he spoke “Want to tell me who you are first ? Not many people have this number, and if they do call it's usually never a good thing.” he sounded wary of you and considering who John was you understood why. “My name is y/n l/n. I met him recently, he helped me.” you explained it to him. The man was silent for a second before he let out a chuckle “He told me about you.” he was silent again before continuing “Alright, look, I'll give you the address. If you are who you say you are then I'm sure he won't mind.” He gave you the address and you wrote it down on your phone “Thank you ! I think it is closeby. Is it okay if I come over ?” “Sure. No problem, Miss. The place you're looking for is an old Mill house.” he explained. A mill house ? That was definitely the last place you would expect to find an exorcist, perhaps that is why he chose the place. “Mill house. Got it. I'll be there soon. Thank you !” you quickly said. “See you soon.” he ended the call. It dawned on you that you didn't even ask his name but he sounded genuine. You hurried to your car and started on your journey there. It was a little further then you thought it was, you even had to stop and ask some locals where you could find it. To your suprise some of them didn't even know there was a Mill house in the town. You finally found the place and yup, it sure was a mill house. You had expected it to be bigger but were suprised to see that it was actually pretty small and looked very old. A man walked out the door as you parked your car. He awkwardly waved his hand as a greeting and you walked up to him. “Hi ! I'm -” He interupted you “y/n. I remember. Glad to see you found the place. I'm Chas Chandler, nice to meet you.” he held out his hand for you to shake. This confirmed that he was the one who had answered the call. You shook his hand “Thank you for meeting me.” “Are you kidding ? I'm the lucky one for meeting you. John told me all about the woman that saved his ass.” Chas looked like he was enjoying the thought of it. You smiled shyly “It was team work mostly.” “That's what he said to me as well. But John has a tendency to make the truth sound nicer then it usually is.” he let out an audible breath “But you're here to see John, he got out of the shower couple of minutes ago. Thought I would greet you while he made himself presentable. Or at least tries to. Come on, I'll take you to him.” he nodded towards the mill house and you followed him inside. The inside of the place looked so much bigger then you had expected it to be. You followed Chas down a spiral staircase, eyes wide at all the shelves filled with strange objects and symbols carved into the wood. You were staring at the objects when John walked into the room. Chas cleared his throat before speaking up "Hey, John ! Someone's here to see you." John was putting his tie on when you walked into what looked like the living area. "What are y-" he turned to look in Chas's direction and his eyes landed on you immediately. He looked like he didn't expect you and by the way Chas was grinning at him you were sure that that was exactly the case. "It's y/n, you know, the uh.. what did you call her again ? The pretty -" John's expression switched from suprised to caught in headlights in an instant. "Weren't you going to pick up your daughter, Chas ?" John quickly stopped him from finishing the sentence. “Right.” Chas snapped his fingers before turning in your direction. “I'll leave you to it then.” He mouthed a 'good luck' at you and you gave a discreet nod. Chas left you two alone in the mill house. John looked at you intrigued and put his hands in his pockets “Wasn't expecting you.” “Clearly. I thought Chas had told you I was coming here. I tried to call you.” you explained the situation. He grimaced at that “Looks like I'll need to lock my phone with a pin next time.” John stepped closer to you “Not that I'm complaining, luv. I was hoping I'd see you again.” he winked at you before a lopsided grin grew on his face. You snapped your eyes away and cleared your throat. Oh boy, it appeared that he thought you were here for a different reason. “I was trying to contact you. I've been thinking and maybe I was wrong to turn down your offer back at Harold's place. You were right, I could use someone to guide me, to teach me in these things.” John's smile faded when he understood why you were here and he turned away from you to grab himself a drink “You made the right choice back there.” He sat down on the couch and you followed him, you took a seat next to him and watched as he pulled out his lighter to fiddle with it “Take my advice. You don't want to know what's out there.”

“When we met, you looked disappointed when I turned down your offer and now you're telling me I made the right choice.. why is that, John ?” He sighed deeply before taking a swig of his drink “Had some time to think. Not long before I met you, I met a woman. Daughter of a friend that passed away. She could see the world for what it really was. It didn't take long for a demon to see what she was, and it started hunting her." He didn't look at you as he spoke, he just flicked his lighter open and close a couple of times "We had the demon trapped inside a seal of solomon, and he reminded me what happens to people who stay around me." He clicked the lighter shut. "Nothing good ?" you carefully guessed. "The woman had all her father's gifts, but not everyone is cut from the right cloth to do this thing." He looked at you "This isn't a reversible thing. You spend too much time around evil, it starts to follow you. It will always find you." the words were bitter. At this point you realised he was trying to make you understand, maybe even scare you away. But he didn't know that those things he feared would start hunting you, had already started. "She didn't want to do what her father did ?" You guessed. He nodded and gave a small smile, his eyes not able to hide his true emotion "And she made the right call. It will keep her safe." You looked at your hands in your lap "Maybe I shouldn't have been so reckless with my gift." You murmered to yourself. That snapped his attention to you "What's that, luv ?" You hadn't told him the reason you came to find him in the first place. "A couple of nights ago, I had a vision. I never had one like it. " you confessed and started to fidget with your jacket. "There were monsters in my house, dragging their nails across my floorboards and walls. I woke up before they got inside my bedroom." He thought about what you said for a moment "Your visions.. they can be tricky I'm sure. Perhaps the thing with Harry is still troubling you." You nodded but shook your head, wishing that was true "That's what I thought. But then I went downstairs.. there were long scratches on my floor, it had splintered the wood." John's whole body turned to you instantly at your words, his brows drew together for a second before he spoke hastly "Are you sure that wasn't a vision ?" You stood up "I'm sure of it. I just ran out of there right away. I have been trying to find you since then." John's shoulders heaved when he let out a breath, but you doubted it was out of relief "That was a good call." "Is something haunting me ? Something from Harold's house ?" You tried to keep your voice steady but the fear was still audible in your words. He looked at your voice, searching for the right word. "John? "You asked impatientely. "Maybe." He looked at your face "Yes, it sounds like it." He admitted reluctantly. You drew a breath and held your form. "Whatever it is, it's not coming from that house, y/n. There were no demons there." He said before he cursed to himself. He had said more then he intended to. Your eyes snapped up to him in shock "Did you just say 'demons' like actual..." He looked apologetic "Yes. The ones that crawl out of hell." You felt sick, demons.. really ? "What do they want with me ?" He dragged a hand over his chin "I don't know yet. But we'll find out, in the meantime you can stay here. This place will keep you safe. That and the fact that you've got an exorcist closeby." He looked at you hopefull. As if he was afraid that you would turn down a safe-haven against monsters. "That sounds like a good idea." You started. He smiled and put his hands in the pockets of his trousers again "On one condition." He closed his eyes, letting his chin rest against his chest as he let out an audible groan "which is ?" You smirked and crossed your arms "I don't want to be stuck in this place, I wan't to see what it's like." He looked at you "What what's like ?" He was warry of what you were asking. "What you do." You cleared it up. He narrowed his eyes at you as if he was trying to solve a puzzle, then his eyes widened "No ! No bloody way I'm taking you along." This wasn't going to be easy. "I could get hurt here too, you know. This place is filled with stuff that could be dangerous. Besides, you just said I would be safer if I stay close.” you reminded him. John drank the last of his drink in one go as he shook his head, cursing himself “Fine.” Your eyes lit up but then.. “But I have a one condition.” he turned to you again, his expression serious. “No contacting spirits unless I'm there with you. Like I said before, it's not only friendly ghosts hearing you.” He didn't have to remind you of that considering there were demons after you now “Deal.”

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You spend most of the day getting settled in the Mill House. John showed you around and most importantly he showed you what not to touch or where not to go.

There was so much to see in this place and more then once John had to take a book out of your hands while informing you that you weren't ready for those.

Chas came back when it got dark outside, he had brought take-out for the three of you. You talked a bit to him and learned that he and John had been friends for a long time.

Chas was the first to excuse himself as he went back to his room to sleep.

You sat at the table when you realised John was staring at you.

“What ?” you looked at him a brow raised.

His eyes stayed fixed on you before they went lower then your face.

You unconsciously touched your pendant as you waited for him to speak.

His eyes narrowed, now focusing on your hand before walking closer to you.

You looked up at him and he reached out to you.

“Can I see that for a second, luv ?” he looked at you for a second asking for permission.

You realised he was talking about your necklace and you nodded “Sure.”

He carefully held the pendant between his fingers and flipped it over a couple of times. Before letting go of it.

“Looks old. Where did you get it ?” he looked pensive.

You shrugged your shoulders “Somebody gave it to me when I was a kid. I guess it's my weird lucky charm or something.”

“It looks familiar..Some of it seems to have worn off, it's hard to see the engraving.” he shrugged his shoulders after a moment and you yawned.

A laugh escaped him “I'm guessing you didn't get much sleep recently ?”

You scoffed at that “I guess demons cause insomnia.” it was meant as a joke but both of you knew exactly what it was like dealing with this stuff.

“You're safe here, y/n. Nothing's getting inside of this place.” he reasurred you.

A small smile played on your lips “Thank you, John. For all of it.”

He squeezed your hand “No need to thank me. You should get some sleep. If you want to tag along you need a clear head.”

“You're right.” standing up to go to the room that John had prepared for you “Goodnight, John.”

“'Night, luv. Gimme a shout if you need anything.” he winked at you and you smiled and shook your head at his horrible flirting.

The room was small and there were some boxes that were just tossed aside to make space, but you were still happy to be here. You felt safe and it didn't take long to fall asleep this time.

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Not long after you went to your room John went to his as well and fell asleep soon after. It just past midnight when he woke again. A sound inside the mill house had woken him, it took a few seconds for him to realise what it was and then he sat up instantly, swinging his legs out of bed in one go.

He listened, focused on the noise.

It can't be ? Could it ?

The awful, familiar noise was faint but he knew what it was.

The place was secure, no way that it was possible the demons could enter the mill house. Not with all the spells and traps he had set up to prevent it. Yet still, here he was, walking through the place sensing them. Sensing them as they moved. He froze in place for a moment. The air around him was cold. But the thing that shocked him was that he could feel a breeze, as if he was outside. He could smell the fumes of cars and hear the rustling of leaves. Then the smell of sulfur. He drew a sharp breath before he sprinted towards the room you were in and didn't bother knocking. The sound of the door flying open in your room did not wake you and he moved to you fast. He shook your form to wake you, to pull you from whatever trick of hell was happening to you. "Y/N !!!! Y/N !!!! " he shook you desperately to try and wake you up "Come on, luv, you've gotta wake up !" Chas bursted into the room as well having woken from the commotion "John ! What the hell is going on ?!" John stopped shaking you and tried a spell to wake you up. He chanted the words over and over again, but he could feel something blocking his magic. "DAMNIT !" He exclaimed desperately. Chas stepped closer "JOHN !" This time John looked at Chas "I can't wake her.." He walked out of the room and his friend followed him as he picked up some candles and other materials not even his friend could name. "What do you mean ?" Chas inquired as John pushed some of the items in his hands to carry. "I don't know how it's possible but I sensed demons in this place, their stence woke me right up." John pushed another book in Chas's hands as he grabbed what looked like a bottle of blood from a shelf before walking back to the room you were in. Chas's eyes widened in shock "Demons ?! In here, in the Mill ? How is that even possible ? Nothing's ever come through here before." John placed the items down and moved quickly to prepare it all as he drew symbols on the ground around your bed before standing at the feet of it. He was already out of breath as the adrenaline rushed through him "Because they didn't come through the Mill, mate." John watched you as he spoke "It's her." Chas's eyes darted to you, and he was now starting to feel the breeze as well "Are you saying she brought them in here ?" "Yes." John swallowed, he couldn't believe it himself. Whatever was happening inside your 'dream' was leaking into this reality. The car fumes, the sound of leaves, the breeze.. all of it. "They'll come for her. I have to get to her before they do." He explained before drawing a circle around himself on the floor with the blood from the vail. "Someone's preventing me from waking her up." "Demons ?" Chas asked as he handed him the book. John clicked his tongue and shook his head "Whoever is doing this is no demon. Not powerfull enough. But it's her they're after." Chas took a few steps back when John waved at him to do so "Why her ? She's just a psychic." John looked up "I'm not so sure of that. Can you feel that ?" "The breeze ?" Chas nodded. John nodded as well "Wherever she is in the dreamworld, I bet it's windy. And it's where those demons are." "So... this dreamworld is just another reality leaking into ours ?" John nodded again as he sat down on the ground cross legged and rolled up his sleeves. "Exactly, a reality build by her subconcious. Pretty much a lucid dream, but one where if you die, you actually die in reality." "Jesus christ." Chas let out a breath and scratched his neck "If they catch her there..." John pushed away the thought of what would happen if they got to you before he did "I'm going to get her out of there. If something goes wrong.." "I know what to do." Chas gave him a reasurring look. John closed his eyes and started to chant the words from the book.

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A cool breeze brushed against you. Leaves rustled in the trees letting some moonlight pass between them. You were standing on an abandoned street. All there was were houses, it looked like any friendly neighbourhood but you knew that wasn't what this was. You knew this was a dream. You recognised the feeling. But something was wrong. You have had many lucid dreams before, but none like this. You could feel the cold air as you walked through the street. The only familiar thing was that it was night, as it always was when you dreamed like this. You walked towards a house and tried to open the door, it didn't even budge. And that's when you knew that even though you knew you were dreaming, you were not in control of it. You swallowed hard, this hadn't happened before. You walked to another house and tried to open the door, nothing. A door creaked on the other side of the street, and when you turned around you saw that a door was open. Your breath quickened and you tried to calm yourself down whilst you walked towards it. Looking up, you saw a light on one the first floor through the window. Something was drawing you to it. As you walked inside you noted how much darker it was in here then in the dark street outside. The stairs were right in front of you and you went up to the first floor.

A door was creaked open at the end of the hallway, a dim light escaping the room.

It's still just a dream.

You tried to reasure yourself before walking towards it.

You pushed the door open a little and found a man standing inside. Well dressed, and a youthfull appearance. But your instinct told you that there was something sinister about this man..no.. not a man.

The man smiled at you and a chill ran down your spine, his eyes did not display the same emotion. In fact, the way he looked at you made your stomach turn. Something inside of you tells you that if you were to run, he would surely chase you. Something you truly hated in nightmares.

You swallowed hard “Who are you ?”

His tilted his head to the side to the point that you could hear his neck crack “We've been expecting you, y/n.”

The man stared at you, never blinking, not even once.

You didn't step further inside the room, staying in the doorway “Why ?”

“To retrieve you.” he stated it as if it was something obvious to everyone.

You wanted to take a step back but he was looking at you so intensly that you feared it might cause him to make a move of his own “I don't understand. What do you want from me ?”

He stretched out his hand and his fingers started to tick on the table that stood between you and him “You are important. You will be retrieved to serve your purpose.” his fingers stopped ticking against the wood instantly. He made it sound like you were a golden pig up for slaughter.

You never moved your eyes away from him, wondering what you would do in case he would move “Important how ? What purpose do I have ?!” you snarled at him.

He didn't answer your question “Oh y/n, if only you knew. Fire will rain upon the world and we will have you to thank for that.”

His words hit you hard, but you tried not to show it. Was this the truth ? You always felt like you were cursed with this gift, maybe this was never a gift. Maybe this was indeed a curse. But one thing was for sure, you would do everything to prevent this from happening.

“I don't know who the hell you work for, or what crazy cult you're into. But let me be clear, asshole.  I'm not going to serve your purpose. I ain't going anywhere with you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched “I'm afraid that you are no match against what is coming for you.”

“Who the hell are you ?! What is coming ?!” you snapped at him.

His eyes changed right then and there, they turned completely black.

“You cannot hide from us. We are always with you.” his voice was deep, so much deeper then it had been this entire time.

Both fear and anger were clawing at you “Who the fuck is we ?!”

“We are legion !” The words came out of his mouth, but it sounded like multiple deep voices all at once flowed through it.

The sound of scratching along the walls towards you was what made you bolt out of the room, you ran as quick as you could. It was as if the deep voices followed you all the way until you got outside and slammed that door shut.

The words echoed in the air as you backed away from the house.Then you heard the sizzeling of electricty. You looked up and saw the street light above you starting to flicker.

This wasn't good. Not good at all. The feeling of dread crept up on you, you looked further down the street and saw the street lights flickering out one by one. Bringing darkness closer to you everytime one went out. It's okay.

You told yourself, but deep down you didn't believe it. Just walk the other way you thought, just a nightmare. Soon you'll be in control of this dream. You turned the other direction but the lights started to flicker out over there as well. Darkness was starting to close in now. You stepped backwards, closer to a house that had lights on the porch. Breathing erratic as the darkness came closer towards you, then you heard it. Wings. That's what you told yourself at least, but you didn't have to have your gift to figure out that it wasn't cute little birds approaching. Your back hit the door of the house and you tried to open it without looking as you kept your eyes in front of you. The door didn't budge and you cursed under your breath. The lights continued to flicker out, leaving only the street lights a few feet in front of you on, and the porch light. If there had been any doubt in your mind that this was just a nightmare, it was gone now. You were not in control this time, but who was ? Or worse, what was ? The rustling of wings was loud now and the last street lights went out now. You held your breath, there was no escape and whatever was coming, you were no match for it. You wished John was here, he would know what to do. The porch lights began to flicker. You made yourself small and covered your head with your arms, as closed your eyes. The lights dimned out and you were shaking in fear.

*CLICK*

The sound made your eyes snap open again. You'd recognise that annoying sound everywhere. It was so dark that you couldn't see a thing. Pitch black. "John ? " you looked in the direction of the sound. A combustion of fire right in front of you made you snap your eyes shut again at the brightness of it. You covered your head again as you heard loud shrill shreiking and rustling of wings. It was gone within seconds. The street lights went on again as if nothing had happened. "Ah bollocks !" John cursed as he shook his hand. Your eyes snapped open and you looked up at him "John ?!" You couldn't believe it, he was here ?! He looked at you on the ground, a mixture of pain and relief in his eyes when he saw you. In two steps he was kneeling in front of you. Cupping your face and checking for any damage "Alright there, luv ?" You nodded and your eyes got watery, you placed a hand on his cheek. Still not being able to believe he was here and had just saved you. You threw your arms around him, hugging him so thightly as if he was your lifeline. He responded immediately, wrapping an arm around you and placing a hand on the back of your head as you quietly sobbed "It's alright, they're gone." He stroked your hair "I'm here. I've got ya." You leaned back to look at him "What was that ?" shaking your head "What is this place ?" He kept his hands on your arms "Some lower class demons. I got rid of 'em." John looked around "We're in another version of the dreamworld, if we die here, we die in our reality as well. Someone's using your subconcious, testing you." You noticed the serious look on his face "Who's testing me for what ?" He sighed deeply "Someone with a lot of skill or something that ain't human." He stood up and helped you off of the ground "Think someone's testing your powers. I tried to get to you earlier but something was blocking me getting to ya." You looked at the now lighted street "So this is a dream.. like a lucid dream ?" He gave a reluctant nod "Sort of, only someone's manipulating this version. We're just puppets in a theater now." You narrowed your eyes and poked him in the chest "But you're really here right ?" John grinned "That's right. It aint your imagination that's taking a leap." You rolled your eyes "Can we focus on getting out of here ?" He let out a chuckle and took a few steps until he was standing in the middle of the street "Just one of us should." You raised a brow at him "What does that mean ?" A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He looked so pleased with himself. "This might be another version but this is still your dreamworld, you created all of this." He pointed a finger up and twirled it around "You lost control of this dream, or better, something made you lose control of it. And is now using it against you." You stepped onto the street as well "I rarely lose control when I have a lucid dream. That's how I knew something wasn't right." You let out a heavy breath "It happened maybe three times in my life." "And what made you lose control in your lucid dreams?" He asked you, eyes scanning your features. Then it clicked in you "Fear. It was when I let my fear get to me. I always lost control of what happened in my dreams then." John thought for a second as he worked with the information "And when you lost control, did you ever regain it ?" You quickly nodded "Yeah. I did." "How, luv ?" He knew that the information you shared now could be the way out of this thing for you both. "It was when I saw someone in my dreams that made me feel safe.." your voice became quiet... Now you realised why John had been able to get to you in this dreamworld. He was the only person you had left. The only one that made you feel safe. You wanted him to be here because you knew he would know what to do. You wanting him here in the dream was the necessary bridge for him to get to you. You looked at him shyly and you knew he knew. "Couldn't have gotten to ya in time if you didn't want me here.." he spoke quietly "That's what was blocking me." He let out a laugh and took a few paces "You're still in control of this place. No one comes in unless you want them to. The minute you thought about having me here.." he snaps his fingers "Right on time to send those bastards back to hell." You crossed your arms over your chest "If I can control who comes in, why are there demons here ?" John looked at you warily "That's the big question. Could be send by the one causing this. Or there's something about you that i'm still in the dark about." "You think they got here because of me ?" You narrowed your eyes, tone defensive. "All i'm saying is that it shouldn't be possible. Them attacking you like this.." he shook his head and rubbed a hand through his hair "There is something about you that's drawing them in." He looked at you now as if he was trying to solve a really hard 'Where's Waldo' page. Then the lights flickered again, both you and John glanced up right away. "Time to get out of 'ere." He grabbed you and made you stand in the middle of the street. He stood behind you and held your shoulders "Listen, lass. Whatever's doing this is powerfull. It will toss all kinds of horrors to us unless we get out of here." Panic took over and you wanted to get off the street "I don't know how to get out of here !" He squeezed your arms "Yes you do, y/n. This place, this world, you build it. It's yours, it's every inch is build from your imagination." The lights started to go out again and you didn't have to look behind you to know that it was the case there as well. You could feel John getting nervous. He leaned close to your ear "You were strong enough to bring me here. Now let's get us home, luv." He was right, you did bring him from reality to this place. This world you had build inside your dreams. As you glanced at the houses, they slowly became familiar to you again. Houses you had once visited, inhabited by lovely people. Not the houses this darkness was making them look like. No. These were fragments of your memories of places you loved, tainted by whatever was manipulating this dream. The darkness came closer quickly, but now you just knew that there was something different inside of it. You could feel it. You took John's hand in yours before looking at him and smirking "Wanna get out of here ?" It sounded like something you would say to him in a bar, not in a life threatening nightmare world. He grinned widely "Love to." You focused on the darkness and you could feel the control return to you. You were not alone in this. You stepped closer to whatever it was in the darkness, John tensed when he saw you nearing it. Trying to stop himself from interfering and maybe causing you to lose your newfound faith in yourself. "This place is mine. Here I am a god. And you, you've overstayed your welcome !" You directed your words to the nearing darkness, and then you barely had to focus to make the lights come back to life, one by one. You walked towards it as it disappeared "This is my world. Basically, I rule." The last lights flickered on. It was still night, but now the whole atmosphere felt different. This was yours. All of it. Whoever tried to take it from you had failed. You were safe here and it was because of John reminding you of your own strength. Footsteps got louder as John stopped next to you. You looked at him and could see that he looked baffled "Impressed ?" He gave a neutral nod, before breaking out into a smile. Failing at looking unimpressed "Not bad. I've got a friend who can control worlds like this as well, but he practised for a very long time. You're a born natural." You hummed and looked around one last time "It looks so beautiful now." "It does." John agreed, appreciating the soft warm lights emiting from the houses. "Tell me. Lucid dreamers often have a trick to get in and out of the dreamworld. What's yours ?" You smiled warmly and tilted your head in the direction of a house before walking over. John followed you and you stopped in front of the door. "Ah the classic doorway one. Door opens and you just step in or out." He said approvingly. "Ever since I was little, the doors were really the entrances." You confessed and held up your hand to him. He wrapped his hand in yours thightly "See you there." He winked at you and you didn't let go off his hand when you were able to open the door this time. One step and you were through.

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