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» Title: The Exorcism of Dean Winchester
» Fandom: Supernatural, Constantine
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: John Constantine/Dean Winchester
» Summary: They’d been at this for almost two hours, but Sam wouldn’t let him leave until he’d exorcised his brother of whatever had piggybacked out of hell.
» A/N: Originally written here for
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“In nomine Patris et fili et Spiritus Sancti….”
Dean Winchester snarled and spat at the words, eyes shining black as he jerked against the angel-sigiled ties binding him to the rack.
“Put some feeling into it, Constantine,” Dean hissed. His lips pulled back into a high chuckle as he strained up to the hand splayed above his forehead.
John Constantine scowled when Dean caught the rosary dangling from John’s fingers with his teeth. Smoke hissed from Dean’s mouth when he laved his tongue over the cross, sighed with a heady moan like the sear through his flesh was sweet relief.
John grit his teeth and grasped Dean’s jaw, forcing his head back against the rack.
Dean laughed and the rosary fell from his lips, trailing blood.
“Come on, one more try, show me you care,” Dean grinned, teeth bloody and lips blistered.
John ignored the sweat that beaded down into his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. They’d been at this for almost two hours, but Sam wouldn’t let him leave until he’d exorcised his brother of whatever had piggybacked out of hell.
He didn’t know how he was going to tell Sam that Dean wasn’t possessed by a demon.
There was no other explanation for it. Dean was the demon.
» Fandom: Supernatural, Constantine
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: John Constantine/Dean Winchester
» Summary: They’d been at this for almost two hours, but Sam wouldn’t let him leave until he’d exorcised his brother of whatever had piggybacked out of hell.
» A/N: Originally written here for
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“In nomine Patris et fili et Spiritus Sancti….”
Dean Winchester snarled and spat at the words, eyes shining black as he jerked against the angel-sigiled ties binding him to the rack.
“Put some feeling into it, Constantine,” Dean hissed. His lips pulled back into a high chuckle as he strained up to the hand splayed above his forehead.
John Constantine scowled when Dean caught the rosary dangling from John’s fingers with his teeth. Smoke hissed from Dean’s mouth when he laved his tongue over the cross, sighed with a heady moan like the sear through his flesh was sweet relief.
John grit his teeth and grasped Dean’s jaw, forcing his head back against the rack.
Dean laughed and the rosary fell from his lips, trailing blood.
“Come on, one more try, show me you care,” Dean grinned, teeth bloody and lips blistered.
John ignored the sweat that beaded down into his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. They’d been at this for almost two hours, but Sam wouldn’t let him leave until he’d exorcised his brother of whatever had piggybacked out of hell.
He didn’t know how he was going to tell Sam that Dean wasn’t possessed by a demon.
There was no other explanation for it. Dean was the demon.