Bloody banshees. Constantine has his hands full as he casts containment spell after containment spell, every one of them designed to muffle the sounds and protect the very squishy bits beyond his wall.

This was gonna hurt like a bastard later, but it's not like he's ever shied away from pain.

Seeing the rest of his unexpected party is enough for John to throw down the big guns. His hands blaze as he struggles to keep the power contained.

"If you've got a way out let's take it! This won't hold forever!"

He's going to have the mother and father of headaches later, but if they were alive he'll manage.