He always told you not to worry when he left on his outings to exorcise demons and help the JLD. But, it was impossible not to.

John always came back bloody and bruised, and he always said it was fine, but the man was a liar through and through. He'd left two days ago, and while it was common for him to be gone for weeks on end as he sorted out magical goings-on in other countries, and your last text from him was this morning.

It was just a good morning text because you made him promise to text you every day to let you know he's okay, but it did little to calm your frazzled nerves.

You jump as your phone rings from the number of a public payphone, but you don't answer. A few seconds later, you get a voice message. "Hey, love. It's John, I'm on my way home now. That demonic prick broke my phone though, so there's no point texting me. Oh, shit, I gotta go, Bruce's kid is being a little brat."

The tension in your shoulders eases a little, but so many things could still go wrong.

John's a sinner, there's no avoiding it, but you'd take the blame and all his punishment just to keep him safe. Not that he'd let you, but there's not really anything he can do to stop you, should the time ever come.