She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Twenty Four - Strategy

"The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink."
~ T.S. Eliot 

Gravel crunched under dark, leather boots. 

The night had grown cold, and the headlights only managed to pierce the fog mere inches in front of the classic green Roles Royce. The driver bent down and grabbed a handful of broken asphalt, stained a deep, dirty red from the blood of a fallen Baltan brother. He kneaded the sullied rocks in his palm, looking out into the gloom swirling around the beams of light. 

The sounds of another engine and a quick snippet of a wail from a police car's siren sounded behind him. Footsteps approached. 

"Hey, Sir, you can't just stop in the middle of here. It's the main road. Are you having some car trouble?" A young Chancellorville police officer said, shining his flashlight at the mysterious man. He turned his attention to the priceless car. 

"Quite a beauty you're driving. Lemme call a tow truck and maybe we can fix her up...Sir?" 

The man stood up slowly, still facing out into the haze of the fog. The officer walked closer, seeing the man's hand move around something he was carrying. 

"Sir..." The officer approached cautiously, "D-Did you lose something?" 

The man peered over his shoulder at the officer, his eye glowing red. The officer backed off in fright. The man finally turned around, and the officer realized that the person before him couldn't be more than 18 or 19 years old. 

"Did I...lose something? Did I lose something, you ask?" He said slowly, taking a step forward, his chin and malicious grin now visible in the car's lights. 

The officer cried out in fear, almost tripping over himself as he turned and ran back to his squad car. Just as his hand reached the door, another clamped down on his wrist. The man, with the same smug devilish smirk on his face, squeezed the officer's wrist as it began to crack under the strength. The officer began to scream "please stop, please stop," and the man paused. 

"For one to lose something, that thing must be of personal value. It must hold a special place in his heart, don't you agree?" 

His mind clouded with fear and pain, the officer nodded frantically, helplessly trying to yank his wrist from the man's grasp. 

"I have not lost anything. No," The man drew his face closer so the officer could stare right into his blood red eyes, "I am hunting something."

A large blade plunged into the officer's ribs and he fell to the ground, his blood pooling around him. 

"Why does your blood have to be the only one's to paint this road, Brother?" The man stared off into the fog one more time, throwing the bloodied asphalt at the squad car windshield and leaving several breaks. 

"I'm on my way, Jane. Hope you're ready for another little family reunion." He muttered to himself as he drove off and disappeared into the night. 

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"Can I get a round?" Jane said, trying to flag down a waitress.

"I thought you were hungry?" Sam said, chuckling as he raised his arm to help her out. In five seconds flat, four beers were on the table along with a menu. Jane watched the blushing waitress retreat to the kitchen window, chewing vigorously on her gum. Jane rested her elbows on the table with a sigh, slightly irritated.

"Well, maybe it's just because they're so busy." Jane said, looking around at the other two tables of people at such a late hour.

"Or maybe you're just not her type." Dean snarked, his foot teasingly kicking hers. She shot him a sharp glare and grumbled as she picked up the menu.