Word Count: 1563

Pairings: John Constantine x reader, platonic Sam Winchester x reader, platonic Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: Feel free to drop me a request, and enjoy the story! Also fun little fact, if you call 404-248-7182, you’ll actually get to hear John Constantine’s voicemail!

Summary: This was not how you wanted to spend your night, exploring a heavily haunted asylum and running from ghosts. It wasn’t all bad though, you did get to make a few new friends, luckily you don’t have to worry about these two dying at the hands of some supernatural creature, it seems they can handle themselves.

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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!”

Sam and Dean shared a look. They were in an abandoned asylum. One that was heavily haunted, and they were sure no one even came near it anymore. Especially since so many had died there this year alone. However, the voice they just heard seemed to prove otherwise. They hid as the light of a flashlight came into view. Two people walked into view.

“Just a simple banishing love, nothing to worry about.” A male voice said with a British accent.

You shot him a dry look.

“The last time you said that I had a demon chasing me for three hours.” You deadpanned.

The two of you came to a stop just outside the room Dean and Sam were hiding in. The brothers exchanged looks and heard the man sigh.

“I exorcised that bloody thing didn’t I?”

“You were the one who summoned it John! What kind of ’master of the dark arts’ forgets the name of the demon their summoning at the last minute!” You said exasperated.

Hearing that the brothers cocked their guns. They only realized their mistake after the guy looked in their direction.

“Did ya hear that?” He asked.

“If I’m lucky it’s a ghost that’ll knock you out…” You mumbled. 

John narrowed his eyes at you. He understood why you were giving him an attitude but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

“I’m hurt love, that’s harsh.” He pouted.

He opened the door and the two of you froze when Sam and Dean pointed their guns at you. It was silent for a moment and you managed a weary smile.

“Will you shot him if I ask nice enough?” You joked.

“Oi!” He glared at you.

John looked at you offended and you only gave him a shrug. The Winchesters however, didn’t seem quite as amused.

“Who are you?” Dean demanded.

“A curious couple, heard this place was haunted wanted to check it out.” John lied.

You could tell by their expressions that they didn’t believe a word he just said.

“We heard you talking about demons and ghosts, so who are you really?” Sam glared.

“Bollocks…” John muttered.

You quickly answered, feeling the atmosphere of the room slowly becoming more tense.

“I’m Y/N, this is my husband John Constantine.”

Sam frowned, lowering his gun slightly. He knew the name John Constantine. He remembered seeing a card with his name on it amongst Bobby’s things once.

“The demonologist?” Sam asked.

Dean glanced at his brother confused.

“You know him?”

“No, Bobby had one of his cards in his journal. I’m Sam this is my brother Dean.” Sam said.

Dean gave them an untrusting look but lowered his gun as well. You let your hands drop to your sides and smiled cheekily.

“You have his card?” Sam looked at you apprehensively.

“Yeah?”

“The one that says, Exorcist, demonologist and master of the dark arts?”

John gave you a nasty look and started walking in the opposite direction of you. You laughed and hurried after him, the Winchesters trailing behind you.

“Master of the dark arts?” Dean smirked.

John sighed lighting a cigarette, he could feel himself getting a headache.

“More of a petty dabbler really.” He muttered.

“So why are you here?” Sam asked deciding it was best to change the subject.

“Heard about the ghost problem so-” John began.

The four of you all went back into the halls just as all the doors in the Asylum slammed shut locking. You groaned giving Constantine a murderous look.

“I hate you!” You seethed.

He smiled sheepishly at you and you briefly wondered if one of the brothers would let you borrow their gun. You were interrupted from your thoughts by your husband being thrown against a wall.

“John!”

You hurried to help him up and heard the brothers fire off several shots. The four of you hurried through the halls, the Winchesters firing off shots whenever a ghost would appear. Ducking into the practically decaying cafeteria, you and John slammed the doors shut behind you once Sam and Dean had made it inside. John muttered a spell and there was a screech before everything fell silent.

“That should take care of the wankers for a bit, need to get up something a bit more permanent though.” John said.

He pulled out a knife, cutting open his palm, much to the Winchester’s surprise.

“I’ve never seen this many ghosts before. And what are you doing?” Dean said.

John was drawing sigils on the walls, some with his blood and some with spray paint. You sat on a table watching him. John didn’t respond to focused on writing the sigils.

“What is he doing?” Sam asked sitting down beside you.

You looked at them confused, they hunted the supernatural, but they didn’t know what sigils John was making?

“Making wards? You guys don’t use magic much do you?” You asked.

“No, we’re hunters, our specialty is more supernatural weapons, then magic.” Dean shrugged.

You nodded, and briefly wondered how they managed without using some type of magic.

“Cool. So do you guys just stumble upon these things or do you go looking for them?”

You were bored and knew you were going to be stuck in this room for quite a while so you might as well make the best of it.

“We try to find hunts sometimes we just happen across them.” Sam shrugged.

“What about you two?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Oh sometimes we look but most of the time we seem to be a magnet for supernatural things.” You laughed.

The brothers laughed, admitting it was often the same way for them.

“There, that should keep them out.” John stood beside you crossing his arms.

You grabbed his hand yanking his tie off so you could wrap it around his wound. You noticed him eyeing the Winchester brothers suspiciously and couldn’t help but smile slightly at his over protectiveness. There was suddenly pounding on the doors. Dean and Sam drew their guns but you and John didn’t even blink.

“Don’t worry about them, the wards will keep ‘em out.”

The two hunters relaxed the best they could and you pulled your phone checking the time. It was a little past 10pm.

“How long do you think they’ll keep at it?” Sam asked.

“Just till the sun comes up, the ghosts here only show up once a year, they’ll all sod off by morning.” Constantine shrugged.

“So we just sit here until morning? Wish I brought things to do.” Dean muttered

You rested your chin on your hand, looking annoyed. This was the exact opposite of how you wanted to spend your evening.

“Just how I wanted to spend my anniversary, locked in an old cafeteria in a condemned, and haunted Asylum. How romantic.” You mumbled voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“It’s your anniversary?” Sam asked.

“Yep, and I just love this idiot.” You said elbowing Constantine in the side.

“Oi, it’s better than our last one.” He huffed.

You stared at him incredulously. He clearly didn’t remember how the last one went.

“No it’s not! You used me as bait for a freaking wendigo!” You snapped.

The brothers wisely decided not to interrupt this argument. They weren’t even sure how they would respond to be honest.

“You agreed to it!” He argued.

“Because I lost the last bet we made!”

“You were fine! I didn’t let the bloke anywhere near you." 

You stood running a hand through your hair.

"Just one day, one day as a normal couple, is that too much to ask."  He chuckled and pulled out a cigarette.

"You’d get to bored if we were a normal couple.” He winked.

You opened your mouth to deny that but quickly closed it, there was no point in trying to lie about that you knew it was true. For hours the four of you talked and got to know each other better. You were unable to really do much else, it wasn’t as though you could leave the room with ghosts waiting to kill you outside the doors to kill all of you.

“I’ll take my gun over your magic tricks any day.” Dean scoffed.

He and John had gotten into a heated argument about which was more reliable, Dean’s weapons or John’s magic. You had basically tuned them out by this point. You sat up when you noticed sunlight start peeking through the cracks of the boarded-up windows.

“Guys.”

They didn’t seem to hear, far to engrossed in their conversation of who was better. You rolled your eyes.

“Boys!” You yelled.

They turned to look at you and you pointed to the windows.

“If you’re done measuring dicks, the sun is up.”

They stared at you blankly and you sighed.

“We can leave.”

Realization dawned on them, and they practically sprinted for the doors. You laughed shaking your head and followed after them. As you walked out saw John talking with the brothers. He handed them a card, and they waved to you as they got into their car.

“Think we’ll see them again?”

You asked as you walked up beside John, and he put his arm around your shoulders. You watched their car fade out of sight.

“Sooner than they know.”

An old yellow cab pulled into the parking lot, you smiled, waving to Chas.

“Come on love, I’ll try to make up for last night, we’ll call it a redo anniversary.” John winked.