"Wakey, wakey, love." John nudges you, fighting the urge to adjust the blankets wrapped around you.

If he's being honest, he's just excited. A few moments ago was the first time you've stirred in two years.

Two years since John messed up yet again, two years since you got possessed, two years since you fell into a magically induced coma, two years of John sustaining your life force with his own.

He's absolutely bloody exhausted, but he'd do it all again. It wasn't your fault he was too cocky, it wasn't your fault he agreed to let you follow him around like a lost puppy.

You stir again, and John's heart feels like it's in his throat. "Hey... Love...? It's time to wake up."

When your bleary eyes crack open, John doesn't see that look of adoration that's almost always on your face, but confusion.

John swallows his heart, and schools his expression into something more impersonal.

Before you can ask who he is, John holds up a hand, silently telling you to shush.

"You probably don't remember a thing, judging from that look in your eye. Before you freak out about a ruggedly handsome englishman watching you sleep, let me explain."

"You got possessed by a big nasty demon, but luckily for you, you knew to call the fabulous John Constantine, - that's me - to exorcise ya. Unfortunately, it went real badly, and I had to put you to sleep. For two years."

John pauses, gauging your reaction. So far, you seem too stunned to slap him across the face, so this is going surprising well, all things considered.

He doesn't mention the fact that he's been sustaining you, keeping you alive. Because that's just weird to say to a stranger. Not that you're a stranger to him, but still.

Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is the universe's way of telling John to just let you go before you get really hurt.

"You're tired, and overwhelmed, I get it. I'm not gonna charge ya until you've had your beauty sleep. What? Did you think after two years of being sleeping beauty that you'll wake up refreshed? Don't be daft."

"I can help ya get to sleep, help ya dream again, but it's gonna cost extra. Magic is mostly free, money wise anyway, but my services ain't. It's up to you love. Your bill is a thousand quid so far, by the way."

A massive discount considering what he normally charges, but John knows you, and knows that you won't be able to afford much more than that.