She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Six - Rest

"I guess it's going to have to hurt,
I guess I'm going to have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side."
~ Carrie Underwood

Jane sighed in satisfaction, tossing the hamburger wrapper back into its bag. That cafe's food was truly something to glorify. That cafe. The family, the girls...the demons....her heart sank at the thought. There was no point in dwelling on what happened. She had to keep a level head.

It was almost sunset now, and she'd been driving nonstop. "A little while longer," she thought, "and maybe I'll see a..." Her eyes landed on a highway sign reflecting her headlights. Chancellorville - 8 miles. That sounded promising. She couldn't wait to finally sleep.

The sky overhead now melted into a fiery orange, dotted with puffy clouds that resembled cotton balls.

Cotton balls. Should probably grab some of those. And disinfectant, she thought, wincing at the reminder of the bullet still lodged in her leg. Luckily, the wound had started to heal -- a normal gun could only cause so much damage -- and now all that was left was to do was dig the damn thing out. The hasty bandage she had wrapped had nearly soaked through, so it would have to be soon.

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A few hours later, the faintly haunting moon rose, illuminating the sky. It looked like a pearl, and it reminded Jane of her mother. She was beautiful and mysterious, a spark of intelligence and humor ever present in her eyes. She had offered much wisdom and guidance, the kind that her family needed now more than ever.

An old wooden sign caught Jane's attention. Carved intricately and painted in white was the phrase: Welcome to good ol' Chancellorville, PA.

Finally.

She slowed the Cadillac and turned into the quiet little town, eyeing a decrepit gazebo. A couple of kids were hanging out on its steps, picking off the chipped paint. The lights of restaurants glowed through their high windows. A couple strolled along the sidewalk, laughing and smiling at each other.

The town was quaint, quiet, and inconspicuous, the perfect place to lay low for a couple of days. Jane parked and through jacket over the weapons she had in the backseat. Stepping out into the brisk evening, she let the slight breeze give some much needed relief. She breathed deeply, taking in as much fresh air as she could.

She limped her way down the sidewalk. It was nothing too hard to hide, but she averted her eyes from the people she passed. Jane could feel the heat of the bakery at the end of the street. It's arch-shaped windows were softened by artificial frost. A customer walked out with a big, cardboard cakebox; a small bell jingled. The scents of freshly-baked croissants and sugar cane hung in the air, guiding her through the front door.

Jane dug her hands into her jacket pockets, searching for cash. A smile grew on her lips as she counted exactly ten dollars and thirty cents. She hurried to the display case next to the register, pressing her hands to it like a small child, observing all the sweets. A miniature apple pie steaming adorably on the top shelf. It was about the size of a baseball, with a small dough apple baked on top.

"Hi there," the cashier said, leaning over the register with a bemused smile.

Jane flinched, fixing her posture, "Oh, um...hey." She gave him a once over. He was handsome, tall, and didn't seem to be possessed...could be worse.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, his brown eyes looking directly into hers, a casual intimacy that made Jane suprisingly comfortable.

Jane nodded, tapping her finger on the glass, "The mini Apple pie?"