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Who: Sam and John Constantine the_hellblazer, with a little dash of Mary and perhaps Lucifer in the long run maybe? :3
What: Sam's calling John up and seeing how things are going with his ghost of a girlfriend.
When: Now. Like, right now. Now.

Samuel was getting impatient, which wasn't too rare for him at all nowadays. Being the Boy King had made him a bit more demanding as of recently, and with the chance of getting Jess back so close at hand well, he couldn't waste time. And with this John Constantine taking so long to get back to him, he couldn't help but move forward in hounding him until he found out about Jess.

Picking up his phone, he dialed his number, pacing the room while he waited for him to answer.

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Constantine scowled when the ringing woke him up, and he struggled to make it out of the bed without waking Zee, and out of the room where he could answer the phone with some privacy. As much as he'd promised her lately that he wouldn't keep anything from her about his ... business dealings, it was still habitual, and he was still half-drowsed from sleep. As a result, he fell on instinct, and instinct preached confidentiality in these matters.

"What is it then?" was his not-so-welcoming response.

It's totally cool. Life hates me right now and is giving me crap :|

Sam almost laughed at the response, considering it sounded so much like his brother when he interrupted something important. But, he manages to keep his humor out of his voice as he speaks, though he's biting his nails to keep himself from pacing at the moment.

"Sorry to bother you so late, but it's Sam Winchester, John. I was wondering what's going on with Jess, considering it's been about two months." He's trying to keep himself in check, but he's been spending too much of his time around demons, and he's doing his best not to sound commanding like usual.

Apparently... me too. B|

Well, there was a surprise. Or maybe not really, after what Michael had told him about Samuel's level of affection for the girl. Still, he'd thought maybe the matter had dropped - maybe, the angels had found some other way to save his arse from damnation. After all, Michael had gone quiet. Everything had.

"Funny thing y'should call, mate. I meant t'get a hold of you tomorrow." A bold lie, but he could back it up and that's what mattered. "Think I've finally found her again."

Sam lights up a bit, biting his lip to keep himself from screaming in joy that Jess was still out there. But he calms himself down to speak, keeping his voice as even as possible. "Really? That's...that's great. I'm glad to hear that."

He's stopped pacing at least, sitting down in a chair now that that matter has been cleared up. "What do you need me to do to help you get her off your back?"

Over eager, just as expected, even after all this time. Or maybe especially because of all this time - after waiting and waiting, finally getting the affirmation that she was out there waiting for him had to have this bloke practically tripping over himself, and Constantine could hear it in his tone.

"Well, we're gonna haveta summon her back, an' this time I'll need you there t'talk to her. She won't say much t'me, since I'm as good as a stranger, but when I mentioned you, well..." He trailed off, letting that linger there a moment, even as he searched his desk for a pack of Silk Cuts.

Sam couldn't help but be over-eager at the idea of Jessica still being out there, much less her waiting for him. It was something he wouldn't have expected to happen, and he was just thrilled to know she was around. And because of that, he was willing to do whatever need be to get her back.

"Yeah, yeah, anything you need me to do. Is there anything in particular we need for the summoning or do you have everything?" Cause he had a whole network of people to get him things, and by people, he meant demons. "I really can't thank you enough for all this."

"Think I'm all set on th' particulars, mate. Just you I need. An' no need to thank me, like I said. I've got enough ghosts hauntin' me. Anyone willin' to take one off is doin' me th' favor."

He glanced around the corner to make sure Zee was still asleep, and then grabbed a shirt, getting dressed as he talked.

"How about we do this tonight?"

"Still, feel like I owe you for hunting me down like this to give me my girlfriend back, ghost or not."

Sam glances to one of the demons who's motioning for his assistance downstairs, waving them away after the message is delivered, though John catches more of his attention.

"Tonight? Uhh, sure. Yeah. Where do you need me to meet you?"

Not here, he thinks to himself, moving towards the door. "Got somewhere private we might go? I'll bring th' supplies." He took a slight detour to route through the closet where he kept some of his things stored, and threw on his trench coat. Zatanna was gonna kill him for not coming along on this, but in truth, he knew this Winchester was a lot more dangerous than he appeared. He'd risk it alone.

"I'll get a cab and meet ye if you do."

Sam thinks it over for a moment, trying to figure out if there was anywhere near here that wouldn't give away his location entirely. "There's a house on the far edge of town. It's condemned but it's not that hard to get into if we need it. It should be large enough for this, I would think."

He moves about his room, starting to gather up what he's needing, since he may trust Constantine now but who knew what might come up this. For all he knew, he was just luring hm anyways, so might as well be prepared. "Meet you there in an hour?"

"Got an address, mate?" He dug a pad of paper out of a kitchen drawer, sliding it shut as quietly as he could. "Sounds like a good spot."

It probably would have been a good idea to bring back-up... of some kind, and he hesitates, before scribbling a quick note to Zee and throwing it on the counter.

Meeting with the Winchester. Edge of town. Condemned house. Should be back before you get up.

Hell, if she wasn't about to make a semi-honest man out of him some days. What was the world coming to?

"Uh, yeah, one sec." Sam rummages around his room for a map before he manages to pull out the proper one, finding the address and giving it to him. "Last time I checked it was empty and considering where it's located, I doubt we're going to find any homeless there either."

He was thinking very much the same with John here, wondering if he should alert his brother or anyone for that matter. Instead, he starts writing out the plan to Lucifer and one of the other demons that takes care of things around here, meaning to make sure they know he's alive later on if need be.

"So I'll see you there in about an hour or so?"

"You got it, mate," Constantine said, slipping a pack of Silk Cuts out of the trenchcoat's pocket and sliding out a cig. "One hour." With that, he replaced the hangar of the phone, and then glanced back once more to make sure Zee wasn't standing in the foyer, glaring at him, before heading out the front door.

He wasn't surprised to find it was raining out - wasn't it always, when foul things were afoot? Or it was probably just a big fuck you from the man upstairs, who Constantine doubted would approve of his means of steering the Anti-Christ off course. But Constantine never had given much thought to what He wanted, anyways. He hailed a cabbie, who glared at him and told him there was no smoking in his car. With a scowl, he tossed it out the window, and settled into his thoughts for the course of the ride.

"One hour. See you there." Sam hung up the phone with a bit of a smile on his face, starting to grab his things up and get ready. It isn't until he's almost halfway out the door that he realizes something, and he quickly heads back upstairs to write a note. It doesn't take him but five minutes before he hands it off to one of his demon charges with explicit instructions on how to get it to that person before he heads out.

Sam would see the rain as some sort of ill will from God if he didn't believe that the guy had abandoned the world a long time ago. Instead, he simply saw it as something that might be in his favor, unlocking the impala with a bit of a smirk before he drives off to the house. Tonight was definitely going to be interesting, and he could only hope he'd get something out of it.

Constantine had the cabbie drop him off three blocks from the intended location, and waited until he drove off to set off walking in the right direction. The rain continued to thwart his attempts at a good smoke.

He was there first, or at least, he was pretty sure he was. Wouldn't have put it past Samuel to have some guards the naked eye couldn't see. He swung a tiny gold charm out of his pocket, and muttered an incantation as he stepped onto the walk leading up to it. It flashed once, and he shot another glance around. Satisfied that at least no one was posted out here, he stuffed it away, and pushed open the door.

Samuel was there a bit late, having been caught in a bit of an argument with one of his demonic charges that had insisted on coming with him. While he had let them come, he hadn't brought them in human form, mainly bringing them to keep about the neighborhood. Just to be on the safe side since well, he didn't know John and what he was fully capable up.

Pulling up outside the house, he stared at it for a long moment before he turned off the Impala and began to head inside. It seemed normal enough for a summoning of the sort, but he was really hoping he wasn't walking into a trap. Sam didn't even knock on the door to let himself in, just opening the door and glancing around. "John? You here?"

John briefly played with the idea of setting up some kind of protection in here, but decided, in the end, to rely on his luck and wits, per usual. It wasn't worth the risk if Samuel caught him trying to catch a home field advantage - it'd be as much as an instant death warrant. So he settled instead for finally enjoying his smoke inside the nice, dry abandoned house.

When he heard the door, he turned to face the other, withdrawing the fag from the corner of his mouth as he nodded a greeting.

"Right here, mate."

Samuel wouldn't have taken it as much of a threat if he had, considering the backup he had on standby. Then again, that would have been the case if he had even noticed it. He was an obsessive man, the idea of getting Jess back overrode most other things, even his own safety. And right now, with her being so close, he was going to put a lot on the line to have her back.

But the fact that John's already there when he walks in relaxes him a little, making him give a slight smile and nod as he shuts the door behind him.

"Thanks for meeting me out here so late. I really can't thank you enough for all this."

"You can knock off th' gratitude, like I said. Too much of it makes me nervous, anyway. There's no guarantee this'll work." John wanted to keep his backside covered on the off-chance he couldn't find the spirit again, after all.

He nodded towards the living room. "I'll just set up in there, yeh?"

Sam nods, "Sorry, don't mean to. I just uh, it's an exciting prospect, that's all. Whether it fails or not, it's just something to look forward to." Though he's really hoping he doesn't fail, he wanted his Jess back.

"Yeah, sure." He heads into the living room, careful where he steps before he starts cleaning up a little bit of the debris that's still about. He'd deny it, but he's completely looking for any sort of trap that might be set up. Can't be careful nowadays.

John kept the set-up basic - most of the fancy trimmings your high end mediums did was just that: trimmings. He knew that all it really took to summon a spirit was the right symbols, a few ingredients, and the sort of internal psychic stores that you couldn't buy at any black market.

He noted the kid was on edge, but didn't say anything. It was normal enough in this line of work, even if he hadn't known the truth about him.

"How long's she been gone?" he asked as he copied the symbol from a tiny scrap of paper he'd had shoved in his pocket.

Sam steps aside as soon as John starts setting up things, watching him curiously. He had seen summonings before, but nothing like this, it was definitely...different. Not that he was completely out of things, but it was definitely from some sort of other culture he hasn't studied up on.

The question catches him off-guard though, thinking it over for a moment and the long journey that's brought him here. "Six years. She was killed by a demon."

"Bollocks," John mutters around his cigarette. "S'long time to hold on, mate. She's been waitin' all that time." It was an ass holeish thing to say since she... wasn't, for all John knew, but he was in the role now. Anything to make the impact stronger.

Sam almost flinched at the comment, but he manages to just take it in stride, nodding just slightly. "Even with being a hunter, there's only so much I'm able to do. This isn't my specialty, I needed help. Not many people are willing to help bring the dead back."

Not unless there was something in it for them, as he learned very quickly when it came to getting Dean back. He moves over to a chair, sitting down and glancing up to him. "How'd you get into this line of business, if you don't mind me asking?"

He could hear the tense shift in Sam's voice; defensiveness, even, as if John had accused him of not doing enough. It evinced his desperation, which told John he was on the right track.

"Might say I fell into it," he replied enigmatically. It was a long and complicated story, and one he never bothered to tell. He didn't like thinking about it, anyways. "And never quite fell out, no matter how many times I tried."

Sam always became defensive when it came down to those he cared about, especially when Jess was the focus of the conversation. He felt he had done everything possible before, and he was still exploring his options with his new position. And he would not let anyone criticize that.

"Isn't that what happens with everyone?" He didn't need the explanation, he knew it wasn't something chose from the start of their lives. "I'm sorry to hear that. At least this is something you're good at, right? Makes it easier?"

"Got a sorta knack for it, yeh, y'could say," Constantine responded, his feelings about as much pretty obvious in the disdain peppering his tone. "Some people can kick a football, some people can sing opera, John Constantine can pull magic out of his arse any third Sunday of the month."

He finished sprinkling the contents of a pouch around the exterior of the circle. "Think that's about it then. Except for one more element: somethin' o' yours."

Sam can't help but laugh slightly at that, because somehow it rang true with himself. "That's always how it works, right? Everyone else gets the normal kicks, you get the one that gets one in the most trouble."

He watches as he finishes up the circle, trying to etch it into his mind. "Something of mine? Are we speaking in just something material or do we actually need blood or hair?"

"That's the way of it, yeah," Constantine chuckled, standing back up and yanking the cigarette out of the corner of his mouth, as he surveyed his work.

"Take whatever we can get, luv."

"Just sucks when it comes down to it. But eh, at least it's a more entertaining life than just sitting around being...normal." He did want to be normal deep down, but that was his secret and he wouldn't tell a soul about that.

Sam thinks it over for a minute before he reaches into his pockets, trying to find something that might be useful. And then he remembers something in his wallet, pulling that out right quick and holding out his old college ID out to John. "Here. Would that work?"

jskfj;afaj SPN finale. D:

"Can't argue with that. Normal never did sit right with me," John admitted with a shrug. Unlike Sam, despite all his protestations sometimes to the contrary, Constantine would never be content with normal: deep down, it was always the pull of the magical, the bizarre, and the grotesque that kept him coming back to it.

He shot Sam an incredulous look, eyes flicking from the ID back up to the man's face.

"Somethin' a little more personal than that, squire."

Don't tell me yet! D: I can't watch it till tonight!

"Doesn't sit well with a lot of us, I guess." Sam wanted normal, he had it for a few years, after all. He had a house, a wonderful girlfriend and a chance to go for the Bar. But apparently that wasn't in his cards, and it all was ruined in the matter of a weekend.

Sam shakes the thoughts when he declines his ID, smirking a bit at the denial. "I don't have much more besides hair and blood that's anymore personal than that. You sure it won't work?" Because he really wanted to avoid something like that with how much trouble it could get him into.

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"Hair and blood'd be better, actually," Constantine confessed. He had a feeling Sam would be loathe to give those up for the ritual, which was one reason he hadn't pressed it until now. It would give him less time to think about it. "Trust me, s'more likely we can get her here if it's somethin' integral to you. Blood'd be best."

Now that I've watched it...OMG ;A; SAMMY AND AND AND...OMG DEAN D:

Sam knew it would come to that, because no spell anymore could deal without it. He puts his card back with a sigh, nodding as he reaches for the knife hooked on the back of his pants. "Alright. How much do you need? Just a bit of blood or a decent amount? And where?"

He just kept reminding himself what this was for. This was for Jess. He needed to do this to get her back. And he would.

IKR?? OMG ;___________;

"Just a drop or two should do it," Constantine remarked. "Blood's potent enough in its magic that it doesn't take much." He gestured to the center of the circle where a small diamond shape was drawn.

"Right in there should do it."

After all, he wanted to make certain Mary's spirit could find them here, or this whole plan'd go south quickly and it'd be his neck on the line.

;A; It's going to be so hard for me to play my normal Sammy now!

Blood was always a potent device, but even more so in spells. And it worried Sam at the thought of how this could easily backfire on him and how easily Lucifer would get pissed off at him for this. But he had to do it, he resolved himself to do anything to get her back.

He easily runs the blade across his hand, bringing it over to the small diamond and giving a good couple of drops of blood before he brings it up to his mouth, starting to lick that wound clean. It hurt but he couldn't let it heal itself just yet. Couldn't give anything away to Constantine just yet.

"That should be enough, right?"

Oh god, so sorry. Life is explodey sometimes. I AM HERE NOW.

"S'plenty, yeh," Constantine nodded, watching carefully. "Let's get this show on the road, then." He took a seat like the ol' Blue had, cross legged in front of the circle, eyes closed. He didn't look like a man attempting to get in touch with any primal forces as he relaxed, drawing together psychic energy that he was certain Samuel would be able to sense. He hated laying his cards out that way, but it wasn't as if his psychic powers were formidable in the first place. He had better tricks up his sleeve.

No, it's totally cool XD Life hates me too at times! <3 Work has been HELL for me recently.

Sam continues to lick the wound, watching as it begins to clot slowly before he watches what Constantine is doing. He moves a bit away from him, glancing around as he starts to work on this summoning of sorts. Really, he'd been in all sorts of strange occult things, but this was definitely different and interesting.

He does sense the sudden draw up of psychic energy, glancing about the room and trying to keep himself calm. While he knew this could be a very elaborate trap, he had to make it seem like he trusted him. Besides, worst-case scenario, Lucifer would be notified of what had happened. But for now, he's going to keep quiet, watching him and waiting for whatever was supposed to happen, happen.

omg i am so sorry ;_; hrnnngh. I need to get in contact with Mary mun too!

He's in for the money shot now.

Mary? He stretches out for her psychic signature, channeling into the astral, a familiar enough sensation, but one that always starts tugging at his spirit, trying to draw him up into the stream. But now's not the time to go surfing it and leave his body defenseless under the wing of Lucifer's favored son.

When he doesn't feel her presence at first, he tries not to let it set his blood pressure spiking. He has to stay focused and fresh here, or this isn't gonna work at all. He takes a few more cleansing breaths and tries once more.

Oy, I've got yer boy on the line.

Don't worry about it :) I've had my hands full with wisdom teeth and new verses XD

Samuel could feel something around him, something he wasn't used to, something that he knew of but had never been in direct contact with. But it wasn't something he was going to let worry him, because after all, he was a vessel, nothing could be done to him that wouldn't be reversed in the long run. Though, the idea of dying still bothers the hell out of him and he'd rather avoid it, it was something he knew he was going to have to deal with sooner or later.

He moves away from the circle for the time being, sitting somewhere nearby as he lets Constantine focus. He didn't expect it to be sudden or even remotely quick to summon someone back from...wherever he was contacting Jess from. So he was starting to prepare for the long haul, continuing to clean that wound as he waited as patiently as possible.

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