John Constantine x reader

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Shit being a demon Hunter was hard, no one wanted to be banished to hell or where ever they came from. It was physically draining but someone had to save the world from total destruction.

It had been quiet for a few days for John, you'd gone solo stating that you could be in more places than one if you split up. You wasn't in a relationship or anything just friends and colleagues. But truth be told you wouldn't mind if it was something more, yes you found John attractive but this line of work was very dangerous.getting attached to someone made it even more so.

John was busy researching a relic using one of those big leather bound books you could never lift, cigarette snuffed out in the tray and a glass of whisky on the side. You'd been gone a week or so and he was starting to miss having you around the mill house. He was pulled out of his thoughts by frantic banging on the door.

He was curious who it was, it was a safe house no body knew it was there. As soon as he opened the door his heart broke. Seeing you holding yourself up on the door frame holding your side. You was covered in blood most of it being your own, bruises and cuts littered your body. What ever did this to you wasn't playing you was lucky to be alive.

You gave John a smile through all the pain you were in "Job gone bad" you whispered before you collapsed in johns arms completely unconscious. John cursed under his breath as he picked you up in his arms. Making his way through the many corridors as fast as he could. Gently laying you down on the bathroom floor. he peeled your T-shirt up and over your chest. "Christ stay focused" he muttered to himself. You was bleeding heavily from your stomach, a big deep gash running from your side under your rib cadge in a diagonal line.

Going back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of vodka, he winced at the thought of pouring away bloody good booze but you was worth it. He should never of let you go with out him, you was still learning and your magic not fully developed but you was as stubborn as an ox. Promising you would be careful and it would be a good learning experience for you. Saying you'd call for help if you was ever in over your head.

He placed two fingers on your neck, a pulse. Weak but still a pulse. John pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and poured the clear liquid all over your wound. You had a few smaller cuts up your arms and on your face but this was where the main blood loss was coming from. John could heal you but a wound this size was going to drain most of his energy. Placing both his hands on the wound he started chanting in Latin.

A warm yellow glow emitting from his hands and onto your skin. You would have felt the weird tingling sensation if you was awake but also a lot of pain as your body was forced to stitch itself back together. "Fuck me that's was a killer" John commented taking a deep breath. He removed his hands to see a faint scar he had left behind. He took a few breaths to compose himself and get his head back into focus.

John lifted your upper body to pull your T-shirt off completely, it was going to a nightmare getting all that blood out, he also pulled off your jeans leaving you in nothing but your underwear, good thing you didn't go commando today! He tried his hardest not to perv on you but let's be honest it's not the first time he's seen you like this but your usually completely drunk when he has to help to undress.

He reached up to grab a towel to clear up any blood and alcohol left on your body, leaving the towel on the floor to soak up the mess. Gently he picked you up like a China doll, afraid of hurting you anymore. John wanted to keep an eye on you and by that he meant pulling an all nighter watching you sleep. Placing you down on his bed, wrapping your body in his black sheets.

You looked so peaceful when you slept, John brushed all the hair off your face with his fingers "I need you, please fight to stay alive" he asked in barely a whisper, the thought of loosing you crushing what he had left of a soul.