She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Eleven - Tension

"The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other."
~ Mario Puzo

Josh Davidson burst through the heavy double doors of his father's study, two men in suits following close behind. In the dim light, a man with gray hair, whitening around his temples, sat idly in the dusty air of a supremely cushioned arm chair behind a large oak desk.

"Joshua, my son, why have you disturbed me at such an hour?" he questioned, brow furrowed. He rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, awaiting a response.

Josh hesitated, quickly glancing back at the two men behind him before clearing his throat, "It's about...Jane, Father."

"Well, out with it. Have you come to tell me that not even you and a couple of demon scum could stop her? You understand how important she is to this family, do you not?"

Josh gulped. His father's voice was so sinisterly calm, it frightened him, ever since he was a child.

"I...these two tracked her down a couple states over," Josh said, stepping aside and gesturing to the two suits behind him. He folded his arms and silently celebrated that the pressure to explain was no longer on him.

"And who might you two be?" Josh's father inquired, patiently waiting with a stern glare. One of the men stepped forward, flashing his pitch black orbs and a smirk as he walked up to the desk.

"The name's Quentin. My buddy here, he's Yolando. We got a call from two of our kind that were following your precious daughter. They said they spotted her at a diner over in Connecticut. We drove over to go help out and next thing we know, we find our guys dead," Quentin's expression turned cold, and his fists clenched at his sides. His partner stepped up to the desk next to him.

"You failed to mention that she had a knife that could kill demons, Tobias."

"Because that knife is not for killing demons. It's for killing everything," Tobias said, standing up, "And I did not fail to mention anything. They knew she had a special knife with her. Something that I want back. She chose to leave us, and she doesn't deserve to represent us with such reckless, selfish behavior. I want her returned with the knife. They belong to this family, and I will not stand for this family's legacy to be tarnished."

"That's a lie and you know it," Quentin said, his eyes flicking to black once more. Josh slowly stepped forward, drawing his own knife. Yolando's head whipped around, his eyes dark. He sent Josh flying back against the wall behind him, looking at Quentin for permission to take his punishment further. Quentin shook his head and leaned over the desk, his face just inches away from Tobias.

"We aren't your slaves," he hissed, "I refuse to do anymore of your dirty work without the details. You may be paying Hell in souls, but we don't need your kind to give us charity," Quentin glared menacingly. Tobias glanced at Josh, who was still pinned to the wall, "Aw," Quentin smirked, "does big bad Daddy-o not have anything to say? What's wrong, Pops? Demon got your tongue? Or are you holding back 'cause you're God's little bitch?" he spat. "How is the man upstairs, anyway? I hear he's letting prayers go to voice mail nowadays. It's a shame, really. Makes sense why sweet little Jane left. She's ashamed of what her family has become..." Suddenly, Tobias grabbed the demon by the shirt, yanking his body down onto the desk. He leaned down in the shocking silence, inches from Quentin's ear.

"Leave this study and find my daughter, or I will kill you myself," he growled, before practically tossing the demon away from the desk. Yolando backed away towards the door as Quentin stared for a moment, both their eyes black. He motioned for his partner to back down, letting Josh slump to the floor like a rag doll.