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The Real You

Summary:

When John returns from a job, you try to keep your romantic feelings for him under wraps. That all goes out the window when he sleepwalks into your room during a nightmare.

Notes:

Fic Song: The Real You by Three Days Grace

A/N: It has been a very long time since I posted a fic. This wonderful piece of writing was a commission I received at the end of the summer and due to all the personal crap going on, I didn't get around to finishing it until recently. Enjoy!

Work Text:

You always wonder what you were thinking when you agreed to be roommates with John Constantine. Okay, maybe 'agreed' isn't the right word. It sort of happened on its own. Partly because John is known for his nomadic habits, and partly because you have a difficult time saying no to people. Well, him mostly.

Regardless, you and John are roommates, and it's been working out surprisingly well. As someone who likes their privacy, John disappearing for stretches at a time works in your favor, so long as he brings rent money back. Which, he is usually pretty good about. Not giving you rent on time of course, but at least giving you money when he manages to return home.

It's a comfortable arrangement, one that came naturally, much to your surprise. Sure occasionally you come home to John naked, covered in pig's blood as he tries to learn a spell, but you learn to live with it. If for no other reason than you get to see John's naked backside. A lot. The man doesn't like to wear clothes when he's home.

You unlock the door to the apartment and immediately trip over John's shoes when you walk past the threshold. Cursing, you kick them aside and close the door behind you. It's hard to be annoyed at him, mostly you feel relief. You hadn't seen him in several weeks and was worried something bad had happened.

He's sprawled across the couch, face down in the pillows, trench coat and everything else still on, except for one sock that hangs off his foot. It looks like he passed out before he could get undressed. With an affectionate sigh, you toss a blanket over him and make your way to the kitchen to get dinner started. You're almost positive John hasn't eaten anything, and it's become a tradition for you to cook a big meal when he gets home.

You're in the middle of pre-heating the oven when you hear him stumble into the kitchen. Turning around, you chuckle as you see John start to shed the blanket you had covered him with. It falls on the floor in a heap as he continues to walk toward you.

"Hi there, sleepyhead," you tease.

John only mumbles a half-hearted greeting under his breath, as he shuffles forward. To your surprise, he wraps his arms around you in a hug, burying his face into your neck. "'Lo, love," he sighs.

You freeze, unsure of how to respond. It's not that you were uncomfortable with the show of affection, it was just unexpected. After a second, you come back to yourself and carefully put your arms around him in a gentle hug.

"Hey there," you say. "Everything alright?"

John lets out a non-committal grunt. "S'fine," he says. "The job was a rough one."

"I assumed as much," you say. "Why don't you go lay down until dinner is ready?"

At this John pulls away, breaking all contact. You're surprised to find that you instantly miss the warmth of him pressed against you. "Nah, I'm alright," John reassures you. He collapses into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

You watch him fish a cigarette out of his pocket and slip the end between his lips. "Everything seems to be fine here," he comments. "Any trouble while I was gone?"