Kill The Devil

The Exorcism

"Show me," Constantine whispered. The man in the grey jacket led him into the other room.

There was a woman, maybe twenty three, tied down to the bed. Her hair was short and blond, but some of it looked like the demon possessing her had ripped it out.

Her eyes were pitch black, and she had marks all over her body from where the binds were cutting into her skin from her squirming.

Winchester took the silver flask from his coat and poured a drop or two onto her face. It erupted in steam as if it was acid, and she cried out in pain.

"What are you doing to her?" The girl's father cried.

"It's holy water, Mr. Williams," Winchester explained calmly. "It harms the demon, not your daughter."

Winchester climbed on top of the bed and began to spray paint the ceiling.

"Good try with the binds. And good acting, demon, but we all know this is the only thing that can hold you," he whispered, painting symbols on the ceiling in a large circle above her.

"Actually," Constantine countered, having knelt on the ground, "I don't know how they did it, but these chains are made to hold demons. You can see the sigils," he pointed.

"I'm taking note of that," John said, finishing the devil's trap sigil above her. "No harm in a backup plan."

Constantine put down his cigarette and climbed on top of the possessed girl. He leaned down close to her face, straddling her waist to keep her pinned. Her black eyes bored into his brown ones.

"What's her first name?" Winchester asked, unable to look away from Constantine's different approach to an exorcism.

"Grace," Mr. Williams replied shakily.

"Grace? Can you still hear me in there?" Winchester asked, leaning in to her ear. The demon inside hissed in an unintelligible language.

Constantine covered her eyes with one hand and pressed a key with a sigil inscripted on it to her chest.

No reaction. He tried another. At this, the demon inside howled.

"Go to Hell!" The demon screeched, breaking all the glass in the room.

Constantine winced as she began to struggle. He focused himself.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica--" He began in Latin, under his breath.

John Winchester caught on and began speaking it with him. The girl writhed as the cursed key was pressed to her skin. She screamed and begged them to stop, struggling against her bonds, threatening murder.

".....Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos,"

Suddenly, as the two Johns finished the exorcism in the same breath, the girl's eyes flashed pitch black and her mouth opened wide. A long stream of smoke poured out, circling the Devil's trap on the ceiling, before being banished back to hell.

The girl inhaled as though she had not breathed in ages, her eyes snapping back to green. She pulled against the chains, chest heaving as she looked up to see John Constantine straddling her waist.

She tried to sit up only to find that she raised her hips right into Constantine's. She looked up into his face with a mix of fear and relief, then it subsided into gratefulness.

Her face became very red as he leaned over her to undo the binds, leaning very close to her body. His heavy weight was not on her, but rather on his knees now, on either side of her hip.

"Thank you," she gasped, pulling her hands free of the chains. She bolted upright in bed and hugged Constantine around the neck.

Not expecting it, he was forcefully brought down to her level. Not used to hugs or words of praise for his actions, he was unsure of how to respond.

His arms clasped around her back tentatively. Exorcising demons was easy. Sudden affection was not. She leaned up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He didn't admit it out loud, but he was touched. He swung his leg off of her and stood up, dusting himself off. He didn't touch or wipe off his face where she had kissed him.

John Winchester untied her feet and allowed her to move freely.

"And thank you, too," she gasped, swinging her feet off the bed and ran to John Winchester. He had to think quickly to catch her when she suddenly jumped at him.

"All in a day's work," he said lowly, also in shock from the hug.

"What's your name?" She asked them hurriedly, looking from one man to the other in rapid succession.

"John Winchester," replied the one still holding her.

"John Constantine," replied the other, with his cigarette in his teeth again, smoke billowing from his nose and mouth.

"Grace Williams. I can't thank you enough... That demon, he made me do terrible things. I could feel everything," she sunk into a sober state, as she remembered everything that happened.

John Winchester was the one to gently pat her shoulder.

"It's over now. The demon is back in Hell, where he belongs,"

She was about to ask more when her father came bustling into the room and engulfed her in a hug.

"Are you hurt?" He asked immediately, pressing his hand to the back of her head.

"Arm's twisted but I'm okay, thanks to these guys,"

Mr. Williams looked to the Johns.

"Thank you for bringing my daughter back,"

Grace pulled away from her father's arms again to embrace John and John for a second time. She kissed them each on the cheeks, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Thank you, you two are heroes. Thank you," she stammered.

"Why, thank you Grace," John Winchester piped up for the both of them.

"You get some rest now," Constantine half-smiled at her, taking a drag from his cigarette.

She smiled back at him, a full-fledged grin, and thanked them again as they walked out.