"Aliens invading. The little gray ones?" That time, however, John sounded like a right ass with it. Sure, aliens probably existed. Why not? Martha obviously believed in them as much as some folks worshiped the Almighty. Fine by him, really. It made for some interesting conversation as they pushed the giant pumpkin along.
After setting the pumpkin down, John rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. If only Chas was there for him to gloat to about how he actually did manual work.
"Only because God tends to send His soldiers out rather than do the work himself. Free will and all that." John shrugged. "Angels don't always do their work either. Instead they pick someone else to act as their ah, influence, lets say. And they're not too fond of it when you trap them in a mortal body to get their feet dirty."
Meaning, yes he did trap an angel in a human body because he was upset. John didn't regret it at all. He wondered if that somehow counted on his long extensive list of crimes that earned him a spot in MarinaNova.
Then he extended his hand. "John Constantine. If any of my business cards came along, I'd hand you one of them. Just in case you needed a bit of help in that magical belief department."