Sequel to: Missouri
Universe: Morning Star Series
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, John Constantine, Angela Dodson
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Talking with Constantine and Angela about Missouri's visit brings out Constantine's protectiveness and also news that could explain John Winchester's psychotic behavior. But omens are starting to appear, and they might have another Apocalypse on the rise... And this time Chloe isn't the one behind it.
Written for my paranormal25
150 Prompt Table. Prompt # 121. Will O' The Wisp.
"She fucking slapped you?" Constantine roared, slamming his hands palm-down on the table surface.
Chloe nodded, rubbing her cheek in memory. "Yeah. She did."
"What right did that patronizing bitch have to come to you and say to just get over two hundred fucking years in hell?" Constantine snarled, dark eyes narrowing deadly. "I'd like to see her go through that time in the slammer and then just get the fuck over it!"
"Yes, I saw that flaw in her comments." Chloe chuckled darkly. "But she was right in a lot of things. Like the fact that I need to start living my life. Really living it."
Angela leaned against the fridge, hot cup of cocoa nestled in her hands, frown on her face. "Do you...plan on calling her?"
"No." Chloe answered rapidly and sure. "Missouri and Bobby are a part of my past that I prefer to stay that way. My past." She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm not saying I'm embracing everyone, I'm just saying that I'm going to try and...let go of the desire...to kill them all."
Angela looked more relaxed. "Good." She took in a sip before going to sit down on the seat between Constantine and Chloe. "You needed to let go of that before it killed you." She slid her hand over and squeezed Chloe. "And you've got us to help you with that."
"And no physical abuse." Constantine snarled as he sat down once more.
Angela and Chloe exchanged amused looks.
It was no secret that no matter how badass or tough guy Constantine liked to believe he was, that he was very protective of Angela and Chloe and wouldn't suffer anything to happen to them.
Angela on the other hand, was the tender, loving and caring mother-figure that Chloe had always yearned for and yet never had.
Chloe smiled as she looked between Angela and Constantine.
Between her family.
She had no idea how that'd happened, but they'd bled for each other, and somehow she couldn't see those two as anything else but family.
Everything in her rebelled against the thought of trusting and allowing herself to love other people, but somehow it's happened naturally with Angela and Constantine, and Chloe didn't even know when exactly it'd happened.
Together the three of them made a very fucked up and dysfunctional family, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
For the first time in so many years she wasn't alone.
She had people who she knew would have her back.
She liked the feeling.
"Talking about people in your past." Angela took in a deep breath. "You did know that your cousin seems to be putting down roots here, right?"
"Huh?" Chloe looked up at that, frowning. "What do you know?"
"Well, Constantine saw her the other day at one of those seedy little apartments some blocks away from the club, and I have it on good source that she's started waitressing at the diner across from Papa Midnight's." Angela responded, taking in a deep breath. "Chloe, maybe you should go and talk to her, clear the air between you. She's obviously not going anywhere, and this could help you heal a little more as well." She squeezed Chloe's hand. "But if you don't really want to then you don't have to."
"Don't coddle her." Constantine rolled his eyes before fixing them on Chloe over his cup of black coffee. "Since you came back you haven't let Hell or Heaven dictate what you do, and I respect that. Don't let some old bag just float into town, tell you what to do, and then follow it like some mindless puppy."
"She was trying to help." Angela protested.
"She was being a patronizing bitch." Constantine glared at his girlfriend before turning to Chloe. "Your cousin, on the other hand? She's trying. She apologized-not that an apology can really suffice for sending you to hell. But she regretted it, Chloe. And even though you told her that you'd kill her she's still sticking around and actually giving you time and space. She's respecting that despite you referring to her old self as a 'dog with a bone' sort of personality."
Chloe looked at Constantine, frowning. "What are you saying? That I should just go up to her, hug her, and say 'lets go braid each others hair'?"
Constantine snorted. "Does that sound like something I'd say?"
He raised an eyebrow at her.
Chloe couldn't keep the chuckle away. "No. It really doesn't."
Constantine cleared his throat. "I also say it because John Winchester knows that she's in town, and he's been keeping watch over her."
Chloe felt that coldness enter her stomach. "So what? Those two were great loves, remember?"
Angela and Constantine shared looks.
Chloe narrowed her eyes. "What is it? What haven't you two told me?"
Angela made a face. "Chloe, it's the reason why we asked you to come over tonight."
"Not that she isn't over any night the Angel of the Lord doesn't have her out training." Constantine mumbled, wary of Castiel's presence in all of their lives.
Angela and Chloe ignored him, looking at each other.
Angela cleared her throat. "Remember what that Missouri woman told you? About John Winchester not being himself lately? Well, I think she might have that right."
Chloe's eyes narrowed further. "Are you saying that John Winchester is...possessed?"
"Not exactly." Angela sighed. "Constantine explained that Lumiel had this energy that is different. And when you were killed, they were all bathed in it and they were affected."
"What do you mean?" Chloe looked between them. "Did I do that to John Winchester?"
"Not you." Constantine shook his head. "Lumiel was once the Angel of Truth and Light, which was why when he fell he was said to be the Prince of Darkness and Lies, but that doesn't take from the fact that he was an archangel and his powers were never taken away. Couldn't be taken away."
"According to Gabriel, when Lumiel was killed by Lois, his energy shot out to those who were there and brought out the truth of them in a violent way." Constantine scratched the side of his head. "It explains why your cousin tried to kill herself. It was the energy bringing out what she was truly feeling in a violent way. She wanted to die too."
"And the boys didn't want anything else to do with the people who killed you, so they couldn't get away fast enough." Angela frowned. "And John...from what you've told us John Winchester is a very angry, very obsessive man who starts a hunt and doesn't rest until it's done."
"And the energy only intensified that." Chloe guessed. "Great."
She opened her mouth to say more when suddenly she saw another.
How many had it been this last week?
Narrowing her eyes Chloe stood, eyeing the ball of flickering light that'd appeared in the room, followed by another, and another.
"What is it?" Angela asked. "What are you seeing?" She turned to Constantine. "Do you see anything?"
"No." Constantine shook his head, eyeing Chloe warily. "What is it?"
The lights flickered before dashing out of the room through the wall.
Chloe followed them to the wall and gazed out of the window.
Her breath caught in her throat and millions of them seemed to be floating all over L.A.
"This makes no sense." She whispered to herself.
"What doesn't?" Constantine was at her back, hand on her shoulder. "What are you seeing?"
"Will O' The Wisps." Chloe admitted. "Millions of them." She ran her hand over her hair. "I've been seeing them for a week now. At first I thought I was hallucinating because we're not in some bog or swamp, but every day and night I keep seeing more and more, and now they're everywhere."
A couple of 'ghost lights' as they were called as well, flickered into the room again before flickering out.
"Corpse candles all over L.A. can't be a good omen." Angela rose from her seat, joining them. "Do you...think this is some sort of Apocalyptic thing?"
"If it is, then this time
I have nothing
to do with it." Chloe murmured.
Constantine frowned. "Maybe you should call your Angel friend. He might know what's going on."