She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Ten - Decisions

"Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you."
~David Gemmell, Fall of Kings

The Present

Jane couldn't fight the despair anymore. She dashed out the door, letting it slam behind her. Fumbling with her keys, she struggled to focus through her tears. Finally unlocking the Cadillac, the car roared to life and she sped out of the parking lot. As she felt the motel get farther and farther away, she couldn't help but fight with herself. She knew that she was the only thing standing in between them and their plan. It was idiotic, to think that the four of them could take on such a powerful and ancient force as He was.

The tears kept falling. Nothing had happened in their favor. Nothing. Why did they have so much faith in this plan of theirs? In her? As her thoughts drifted to the boys, her car drifted to the left side of the road. There was a pair of headlights glaring at her through the night, sparking a moment of clarity in her that was enough to make her swerve back to the right side. Her heart raced as she pulled onto the shoulder, into the dirt and the gravel.

That's when her tears became waterfalls.

Why did I have to leave?

Why did I abandon them?

How could I lose faith in them? In us?

She knew why. It was because it had already been tried. Not by them of course, but nevertheless it had been tried. And it all failed. Jane slammed her hands against the steering wheel in anger.

"I thought if I left, it'd stop them from going through with it! But I should have known better!" she sobbed. "I know them better than that! They'll go through with it. They'll go through with it!" she screamed. It stung her throat and she felt sick to her stomach. No matter what, she knew, they would try anything to save the world.

"They can't be fucking martyrs for everyone! They can't d..." Jane sniffed, her eyes widening in horror. They were going to die. All three of them. If she wasn't there, they would have an even lesser chance of survival. Sure they had Castiel with them, but the plan required both him and her.

There was another thing too. How would they even get the chance to carry it out? How would they even get close enough? They needed help, and if she was going to go back to them—every particle in her body was screaming at her to turn her red Cadillac around and speed back to that hotel—she would have to find help, and she knew just where to go, even though she didn't like it.

The only issue now, was time, of which they had virtually none.

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The Past

Dean placed Jane's limp body in the back seat of the Impala, taking off his jacket to cover her as he and his brother rushed back into the bakery. They had no idea how much time they had before another wave of vampire teenagers were on their tail, and they weren't planning on sticking around to find out.

"Alright, the back room," Dean nodded, moving around the counter.

"Jane's stuff must be back there," Sam said, pushing open the door with an old "Employees Only" sign dangling from the handle.

Dean followed, taking a deep breath in as he clicked on his flashlight, "Oh..ugh. What the hell is that smell?"

"Well, now we know where his boss went," Sam coughed, aiming his own flashlight at the corner of the room. It was the rotting corpse of an old man.