She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Eighteen - Truth

Hey guys! School has started and I already can't wait for summer, and I'm sure some of you can relate. Oh well, we must endure, poetically put. Anyway, whenever something puts me down, I immediately sit down and try to write...harnessing the energy and emotions and whatnot. I hope that all of you are having a great week and that this chapter only contributes more to the good vibes :)

This chapter starts at the Davidson estate and then reverts back to Jane and the Winchesters.
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"And this is the forbidden truth, the unspeakable taboo - that evil is not always repellent but frequently attractive; that it has the power to make of us not simply victims, as nature and accident do, but active accomplices."
~ Joyce Carol Oates

Tobias Davidson paced back and forth across a bearskin rug as he waited for a call. The door to his study was locked and the curtains were drawn. His arms were crossed with one hand lifted up and pinching his chin pensively. His eyes kept darting from the phone to the floor and then back to the phone. Josh hadn't called him with an update yet, and they were running out of time. He needed Jane back on the compound before the garrisons of the Principalities took matters into their own hands. That was one thing he did not need.

He couldn't wait anymore. He made a quick grab for the land line, but a knock on the door made him pause. He stood up straight, pulling down on his suit jacket and adjusting his tie. He took a deep breath. No one living or holy would ever see him less than composed.

"Who is it." He commanded the visitor to answer.

"Who do you think?" A voice answered outside. Tobias huffed at the tone of annoyance as he unlocked the door. He towered over almost everyone he stood up against. Everyone except his youngest son, Jacob.

"I see they found you." Tobias said, nodding but not stepping aside for Jacob to enter.

"You mean they finally busted me out of that prison you call boarding school?" Jacob said, pushing past his father and into the study.

"I see your world has only gotten darker since I left." Jacob commented, glancing around at the drawn velvet blocking the sunlight. "It's a beautiful day, you should get out and enjoy it. Better yet, get me out there, because I've been inhaling nothing but dust and mothballs since I got here."

"Quit complaining, boy. You are not to go anywhere until everything in this family is resolved." Tobias declared.

"Why the HELL would I care about what happens to this family?!" Jacob said, his voice rising. His eyes glowed a bright crimson, like two polished rubies.

"Do not raise your voice at me. You have NO RIGHT." Tobias yelled, a vicious scowl contorting his face. The creases in his forehead compressed into deep folds as his brows furrowed. He stomped over to his son nonchalantly pouring a glass of whiskey from a crystal decanter. Jacob set it down with a hollow thump and turned around slowly. His eyes went from crimson to a dark liquid gold.

"You need me. I don't need you. You have no control over me Tobias. I'm here for the benefits." He said in a deathly calm voice. He downed his glass and turned to pour another.

"I only allowed you back here in case your sister did not come through." Tobias growled.

"Oh, yeah that's right. How is little Janie? That little slût out fighting monsters again? You let her go out there and she had the stupid sense to come back every time. So she's gone out a bit longer this time. So what? She'll come back just like the bïtch she is." His jaw clenched.