She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Twenty Six - Golden Hour

"The golden hours on angel wings / Flew o'er me and my dearie, / For dear to me as light and life / Was my sweet Highland Mary."

~ Robert Burns

The sun shone bright and orange through the windshield of the Cadillac. A low, warm beam of gold. Jane quickly pulled down the front visor to shade her eyes. She made sure to keep up with the Impala revving in front of her.

About a mile from where the trees began to thin, Dean pulled the Impala to the side of the road. He and Sam quickly jumped out. Jane pulled up right behind them, confused as she saw them jog to the trunk, opening and closing it in a minute flat. As they turned and faced the road behind them, Jane understood. They were carrying 3 orange cones each, and with them, made a line across the road. Jane watched them, impressed. Now they wouldn't be disturbed.

Five minutes later, they were back on the road. They drove right up to the clearing's edge. Cas appeared in front of them with the Enochian weapon as they turned off their engines.

"Good, you made it." Dean said to Cas, although he never doubted he wouldn't. If Cas failed to appear at any time, that was when he started to worry.

"I can still feel the energy coming off of those pillars." Cas said.

"Me too." said Jane as she walked to join them.

"We need to see if the Behemoth is still there." Sam said. He started walking through the woods on the outskirts of the field, moving silently from tree to tree.

For someone as tall as him, he sure is graceful, Jane thought.

"We need to set this up." Dean said, inspecting the harpoon.

"Maybe we can lead it onto the road. That way Cas has a straight shot. He can just line it up with the road itself."

Cas proceeded to push it carefully to the center of the asphalt, pebbles crumbling and the road rumbling under the weight of the object.

"That'll have to do, and we need to do this now. We can't afford a shot in the dark."

Jane looked up at the sky. Golden yellows ombre-ed to the cerulean blue above her, and it was getting darker by the minute. Jane looked at Dean and nodded, turning and running into the woods to go and find Sam.

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The trees' canopy rustled above Jane as she ran farther into the forest, making sure to stay quiet. It was hard with all the crunching leaves of mid-fall. She could feel the temperature sinking lower with the sun, even the slightest of changes made her shiver. Or maybe, it was something else entirely. Perhaps it was the mere thought of those black eyes staring into her fears, like they could reach out and touch her, pull out her heart. Perhaps that's what made her shake; what sent chills down her spine.

"Sam..." Jane whispered.

There was a line of birch trees lining one side of the clearing. Jane carefully walked up behind one of them, her eyes inspecting the devastation. It was even worse than she thought. Steam rose from the soil, the ground looked like charcoal, and waves of overturned dirt outlined the nest where it had been.

"Jane?" She heard Sam behind her.

"It's not here." Jane whispered, her eyes scanning the ground over and over to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

"I know. That's what worries me." Sam said.

Jane leaned back against the tree and stared up at Sam, trying to think of an answer.