John walked around the streets of Liverpool, easily avoiding weird stares or questions by keeping his fairy-sized angel that had been following him around on his shoulder.

The small angel glowed faintly but not enough to attract any unwanted attention, it's small wings fluttering every once in a while.

Constantine had found them fluttering around his apartment frantically, probably getting to earth by accident. It'd been a few days since you two had met and he had noticed one particular thing about your small, white-winged self. You had a great appetite for such a little thing.

He turned to look down at his shoulder when he felt something nipping his shoulder, finding the small angel nibbling onto his trenchcoat, probably already hungry since the last time he'd fed them.

"Hungry already, luv? You know, with that little stomach of yours I really didn't expect such a gluttonous fairy-angel"