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Title: Sleeping beauty

Author: darkangel985

Pairing: Chastine (John/Chas)

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the following
story are mine. I don't intend any copyright infringement and I don't
make money off this.

A/N: This is
a slash story, so if you don't like that don't read it. Feedback
would be very much appreciated, to help me get better and keep the
story as in character as possible. I also need a beta reader, so if
anybody is up for the job just contact me. I don't know how many
times I have tried to write Chastine and only ended up with horribly
overdone plots. But this time I had an idea, that I haven't seen
somebody write before, so I'll just give it another try.

Chapter 1
– Prologue

Still
chewing on his nicotine gum John left the hospital's roof. He had
given the Spear of Destiny to Angela, sending her away to keep it
save. Now that he had done that he could focus back on the one thing
that was important to him. Chas.

Chas, who
lay in a sterile hospital room, oblivious to the world in his deep
coma. Yet the kid had been lucky to survive at all since his internal
injuries from Gabriel's attack had been severe. The first time John
had seen Chas' pale, lifeless features in the hospital room and heard
the beeping of countless machines that kept his apprentice alive, he
wished that he had killed Gabriel when she had offered it to him.

Sitting down
next to Chas' bed John reached out and smoothed the kid's hair from
his forehead. So young. Nobody who knew the usually grumpy exorcist
would have expected the utter tenderness he directed at Chas as he
held his hand. His thumb was stroking softly, while his eyes were
focused on Chas' face, hoping for a tiny sign of life, for a sliver
of hope.

Before Chas
had almost died during the fight against Mammon and Gabriel John had
merely regarded him as a nuisance that induced feelings of want in
his body, that he couldn't give in to. Chas was too young, too
innocent to be tainted by him, no matter how much he desired the kid.
Maybe that was what had annoyed him the most about Chas.

At the
moment John would have given everything to have back his apprentice's
constant babbling about demons, his begging to tag along. He knew
that he should be out, continuing to fight against demons and
half-breeds, but without Chas he just couldn't get himself to move.

He tensed
when a hand clasped his shoulder but immediately relaxed when he
heard Midnite's voice greet him softly. Well, who else had he
expected? Chas' mother had died a few years ago and his alcoholic
asshole of a father hadn't bothered to visit before. Only him and
Midnite. Greeting the voodoo priest in return John thought that it
was strange how everybody whispered around Chas as if he was merely
sleeping. But he wasn't and as far as the doctors were concerned he
wasn't going to wake up either.

“But he is in a
kind of sleep, John.”

Sometimes it
was almost scary how Midnite seemed to read his mind. “What the
hell do you mean by that?”

Pulling
himself a chair Midnite sat down next to the exorcist before starting
to speak. “He is asleep in his mind.”

The comment
caused anger to surge through John. He hated it when Midnite spoke in
riddles, saying things that could mean everything and yet told him
absolutely nothing. But he kept his temper in check since screaming
at the priest would only get him more undecipherable riddles.

“Care to
elaborate.” His tone was icy, but at least he had managed to
keep his voice down, which Midnite acknowledged with a slight dipping
of his head. John wanted to grasp his shoulders and shake him to get
his answer faster, but he could still vividly recall the feel of
Midnite's fingers sizzling his flesh. Definitely something he didn't
want to repeat.

“His soul has
receded into the deepest corner of his mind, protecting itself from
the hurt the body has suffered. But it is still there and as long as
it doesn't leave his body he will stay in this transitory state.”

John felt hope surge
through his system, Midnite's words closer to what he wanted to hear
than what the doctors had told him the whole time. But he was still
cautiously guarding his emotions. Just because Chas was still alive
didn't mean that he would automatically return to him if he just
waited long enough. “Will he...”

“No.” He had
barely begun to hope and Midnite had once again squashed it all.
There had to be a way. He couldn't continue without Chas, without his
constant babbling and questions. He had gotten a third chance to
live, was it too much to ask for a chance to correct the mistakes he
had made with Chas? “He won't wake without help.”

“What?” The
rest of Midnite's sentence had been almost too quiet to hear, but
except for the beeping machines the room had been silent, so John had
heard it. Instead of answering him the voodoo priest contemplatively
looked at his fingers, internally debating how much to tell John.

The exorcist was quickly
loosing the last of his patience. He had already kept up with
Midnite's games for so long, having to wait for even the tiniest
scraps of information. And the effect of his nicotine gum was also
coming to an end, the sudden desire to smoke trying to enter his
mind. It made him even jumpier than he already was and if the calming
feel of Chas' hand in his own hadn't soothed him he would have thrown
the voodoo priest up against the next wall and screamed at him.

Obviously appreciating
his restraint Midnite finally continued to talk. “There is a
way to wake him up, but it is dangerous for both you and him. Far
more dangerous than using the chair has ever been. Not to mention
what it would do to the balance if...”

“Screw your goddamn
fucking balance.” John had sprung up from his chair, outright
screaming at Midnite. But a single look from the voodoo priest was
enough to make him sit down again. “Midnite, I don't care about
the balance, but I care about Chas. I need him back.”

The moment a defeated
sigh passed Midnite's lips the exorcist knew that he had won. There
was finally hope. Hope for Chas and hope for him. And if he then had
to kill the whole demon population of LA to get the balance
straightened out again, so be it. It wouldn't matter as long as Chas
was at his side.

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The hospital was dark and
silent as John entered Chas' room in the middle of the night.
Visiting hours were long over, but fortunately they hadn't run into
any nurses that could have thrown them out. Chas looked paler than
ever as moonlight streamed over his face, casting his features into
an eery silver light.

So still and beautiful.
John so longed to stroke his hands through the soft curls and press
his lips to the red mouth, snaking his tongue inside for a brief
taste. What would Chas taste of? John had no idea, but he was sure
that he would love the taste. But they didn't have time for this now.

Midnite had entered the
room after him, carrying a large bag filled with everything they
would need. He had yet to explain the exact procedure to John, but
the exorcist didn't care all that much. As long as it worked he would
do everything to get his apprentice back.

“Help me pull the bed away from the wall.”

Careful to not disturb the instruments connected to
Chas' body the two of them pulled the bed away from the wall,
creating enough room for Midnite to draw a salt circle all around the
bed. Having finished that the voodoo priest took a bottle of dark-red
liquid out of his bag and told John to get into the circle.

Suspecting that it was blood John looked disgusted as
Midnite smeared ritualistic symbols on his forehead and cheeks. The
whole time he was muttering incantations and spells in languages John
neither understood nor had ever heard before.

The priest had warned him that it was a very old ritual
that required assistance from the fiercest of voodoo gods. Spirits
who if they felt like it would tear John limb from limb, but even
though he constantly complained about him the exorcist trusted
Midnite to do everything correctly.

“John, it's time. Don't forget that the human
mind is complex. If you get hurt or lost there, you are also lost to
the outside world.”

Dismissively waving Midnite's speech off John told him.
“Sure, now get going.”

“Put your hands on Chas' head and concentrate on
his face.” As soon as he had gotten into the required pose
Midnite started. The image of the voodoo priest immediately blurred
as a shimmering wall of energy rose where the circle had been.

Voices assaulted his mind, talking to him in languages
he didn't understand. He could feel the spirits entering and exiting
his body again, as if they tested whether or not he was fit for the
journey. Midnite's voice had faded into nothingness and John wanted
to scream as a burning sensation spread out all over his body. It was
almost like fire and yet completely different, flowing and sliding
and finally seeping through his skin.

And then his world went black.

TBC...
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