Word Count: 990

Pairings: John Constantine x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: request from TaylorGriffith879 , yes this will be a mutli part story!

Summary: You tried to ingore the dreams, block out the voice you heard in your mind. But they persisted, consuming your thoughts and eating away at your curiosity.

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The screech of a twisted demon, turned your dream into a nightmare. It's rotting skin and putrid breath made you want to wake up, to escape this terror, but you couldn't.

"Alright you slimy bastard, let's have another go at this."

That voice, it was human, you recognized it, but at the same time you were certain you'd ever heard it before. You remained where you were, tucked away behind an overturned table.

"We're not here for you Constantine."

The demon's voice was distorted, it almost echoed. It sounded like nails on a chalk board, and you tensed. The man, Constantine, looked almost amused.

"That so? Then who are you here for, ir did you just crawl out of the pit for a little vacation?"

Your blood ran cold, and your breath caught in your throat. Bones crunched and snapped as the demon's head turned to stare directly at you.

~

You jerked awake before the demon could utter another word. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you struggled to catch your breath for a moment. The nightmare replayed in your mind, it had been to real that time. With shaky hands you threw the covers off your body, walking to the bathroom.

You splashed cold water on your face, hoping to wash away the fear that had settled into your stomach. The grip you had on the sink was so tight it turned your knuckles white. Flashes of that dream replaying every time you closed your eyes. It was the fifth dream like it this week.

"It's just a dream Y/N." You told yourself.

But that didn't quench your curiosity, nor did it ease your questions.

"Aye, this dreamwalker has been the talk of hell lately."

You spun around, pressing your back against the sink, eyes scanning the room in a panic. The voice, it had sounded like it was right in the room with you. When you saw that you were still alone, you let out a sigh.

"You're losing your mind." You muttered to yourself.

Snatching the towel from its rack, you dried your face, and tried your best to get ready for the day. But the voice kept coming back, saying words you didn't understand. The entire ride to work your mind was filled with his voice.

~

"Shut up..."

You sat at your desk, head in your hands. It was worse than it had been in a while. It was consistent, blocking out even your own thoughts. You were so tired, you hadn't slept a full night in such a long time, the terrors you saw when you closed your eyes too much.

"We'll just have to find her then, won't we? Before anything can get a hold of her damned soul."

You stood, slamming your hands against your desk. A frustrated yell escaping from your lips.

"Stay out of my head!"

Your scream had immediately captured the attention of the people around you. With all the eyes on you, and the weight of everything consuming you, you ran from the building.

The image of that demon, seemed to be in every reflection, taunting you. Your exhaustion was beginning to catch up with you as well, and you stopped walking. You pressed your back against the wall of the building you had stopped beside. It took all you had not to sink to your knees.

"For someone being hunted by demons, I thought you'd be harder to find love."

That voice, it wasn't in your dreams, you were to awake, it wasn't in your head, it was to clear. You slowly lifted your head, facing the blonde haired man.

"Constantine..." You couldn't help but let the name slip out.

His smile fell slightly and you cursed yourself for the mistake. He'd yet to introduce himself.

"My memory isn't what it use to be, but I don't think we've met yet. So how is it you know my name pet? Been spying on me have you?"

"Hardly, you're just that insufferable voice I hear in my head every day."

Your panic and your surprise over seeing him in person, was fading away, slowly being replaced by frustration and stress.

"Oh?"

The amusement in his voice had returned. That only served to make you angry. The months of nightmares, of hearing his voice overshadowing your thoughts, it pushed you over the edge. His smug smile your boiling point.

"The demons in my nightmares, the dreamwalker you keep talking about with Chas, whoever the hell that is. I want to be able to sleep! I want my life back!"

With each sentence you poked his chest, forcing him to back away from the fire in your eyes.

"The demons in your nightmares?"

Out of all you said that was what he chose to focus on. You waved him off with a frustrated sigh.

"A lot of them, different ones sometimes, but it's often the same one." You muttered.

"Tell me about this demon." He urged.

You gave him a tired look, wanting nothing more to do with him. You wanted your life back.

"Fuck off Constantine, just stay out of my head."

You turned to walk away, but he grabbed your arm, stopping you.

"First off it's John, or Johnny if you'd like, and second those aren't nightmares, you've got a demon after you, a nasty foul creature, bent on consuming your soul."

His bluntness should have been off putting or caused you some semblance of fear but all you could manage was an almost relieved sigh.

"Then... I'm not crazy?"

He released your arm, digging around in his pocket until he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

"Not crazy, just very unlucky." He chuckled.

He could see the conflict in your eyes, and he exhaled a cloud of smoke. He gave you a charming smile.

"But don't worry love, I'll keep you from losing your soul."

Your response dripped sarcasm, and John's smile grew.

"Oh good."