Word Count: 545

Pairings: John Constantine x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

A/N: Reques from anonymous, Feel free to drop me a request, and enjoy the story!

Summary: You were gone, you had been for so long. So why was he still waiting for you to walk through the door with a smile. Waiting for you to come back as if nothing had happened. As if you were still alive.

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"Come on John, come dance with me."

You turned the music up and turned your attention back to him.

"Sorry love, ya know I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh don't be a downer." You teased.

You grab his hand, trying to pull him to his feet, but he only laughed and shook his head.

"Maybe next time love."

John jerked awake, staring up at the ceiling as he replayed the dream over and over, in his mind. He turned his head to look at your side of the bed, it was empty like it had been the last few months. He never could bring himself to sleep on your side of the bed, even after months of you being gone. He kicked the blankets off, standing up from the bed. His mine wondered as he got dressed for the day and made his way to the kitchen. John grabbed the bottle of whiskey hidden under the sink. He went to take a drink but paused for a moment.

'Coffee first John then we'll drink.'

He could practically hear your voice scolding him as you laughed. He smiled, remembering how you used to say that to him every morning. His eyes landed on your coffee cup, sitting on the counter top. Your lipstick stain was still on there on though it had faded with time. He never moved it, never cleaned it, he was holding onto any memory of you with everything he had.

"Right coffee first." He muttered.

He didn't see you watching him, sitting on the stool, how could he? You were dead and nothing more than a ghost he couldn't see, nor hear. You watched him walk into the living room with a bottle of whiskey falling back on the couch. You followed standing behind him as he chugged the whiskey down.

"It wasn't your fault John. I knew what I was getting into when I married you."

He couldn't hear you, you knew that, but you wanted to comfort him anyway. John let out a dry and humorless laugh as he saw what was playing in the mirror above the fireplace. You turned your attention to the mirror and smiled when you saw yourself trying to get him to dance with you. John on the other hand looked heartbroken. He finished off the bottle, letting it fall to ground as he watched the mirror.

"I should've danced with you love."

Your smile fell, and you moved around the couch to sit beside him.

"John, don't do this to yourself, I'm right here... you just can't see me is all, I'll always be right here." You muttered.

John rested his head in his hands, staring at the floor. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaning against him as you rested your head on him. You wanted nothing more than for him to know you were there, that you had been all along. But you couldn't, and so, you settled for guarding his dreams and nudging him in the right direction when he needed it.

"I'll find a way to bring you back Y/N. I swear I will." He muttered.

You smiled sadly.

"I know you will Johnny, and I'll be right by your side until you do, even if you don't know that I'm here. I love you John Constantine."