John and you had been working together recently, developing your abilities as they helped him out on his cases.

It was a win-win, right? You got to learn more about your past and powers while he got more clients and a helping hand.

Well, it'd be a total fair trade, if he weren't such a bastard- or jerk of all trades, as he liked to call it.

You'd wrapped up a case, leaving the now not haunted house and freshly exorcised building.

While John went back to his bunker, you headed towards your apartment, stopping by a grocery store to get dinner.

Once you were at the counter and ready to pay, you swiped your card, only for it to decline.

You tried again, only for the credit card to change back into its original form, a six of diamonds.

You cursed under your breath, you knew this was Constantine, he'd shown you this card- it changed its appearance to be whatever the holder wanted it to be, sadly, it didn't work for the same purpose.

You excused yourself and exited the store, ready to beat the bastard's British ass.