Beasts of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |
7

Jackson had been walking around the forest all night. He hadn’t intentionally meant to. He realized it was very late at some point, that he should’ve went inside. However, he didn’t. He wasn’t quite sure what elicited that response the night before at dinner. His day wasn’t great, but his day wasn’t as tiresome as most had been. Dean had been putting both Jackson and Charlie to work. When Dean had went to the cargo port to see if the shipment would arrive, he discovered that there was nothing inside the shipping containers. They were once again empty. He was stressed and put his most trustworthy men to work, Jackson being one of them. Jackson went to exit the forest when he found a stranded shoe in the dirt. He picked it up and poured the dirt out of the shoe, examining it. It was short and black, the sunlight made it shine. Jackson walked further into the forest, wondering if he could find it’s missing pair. He did, but found a human along with it. A familiar one at that. Jackson sighed as he looked down at the young girl. She laid on her back with her arms spread in different directions. She snored softly and slept peacefully. Jackson leaned down, lifting the girl up into his arms. He then began to exit the forest as he had planned and walked throughout the compound, receiving a few looks from curious beasts doing their daily tasks and taking strolls throughout the streets. He soon made it inside the mansion, walking the girl over to her bedroom. He found both Dean and Charlie standing outside her door, arguing back and forth with each other.

“She said she’d come back, man! You believed her too! I can’t help it that she’s gone!” Charlie cried out, shielding himself from Dean’s wrath. He was furious. He had to keep an eye on Davina, he told her uncle he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. That she’d be returned to her family safely. Dean knew he had nobody to be upset with for letting Davina go off on her own. But, he had to focus his anger on someone other than himself. He didn’t care for the girl, no. He also didn’t care much about the family either. But, he knew if something were to happen to her the alliance would either be permanently damaged or broken. He’d never know a moment of peace with them creeping down his neck. Jackson then approached them with the girl in his arms. They turned to his direction, instantly sighing of relief when they saw the girl in his arms.

“Where the hell did she run off to?!” Dean’s voice boomed, not caring that the girl in front of him was asleep.

“Found her asleep next to a tree. She’s perfectly safe as you can see. Quit your worrying.” Jackson said, scolding Dean afterwards. Dean frowned at him. He understood he could be worrisome sometimes of certain things. Especially when he fails at a task and the outcome isn’t what he hopes for, much like this situation here. But, he didn’t understand why Jackson felt the need to scold him for it. He was a little too stressed right now with everything going on and didn’t want to hear it. Jackson pushed himself between the two of them and opened the door to the guest bedroom. He carried her over to the bed and set her on the covers. He then turned back to Dean and Charlie, who were now standing directly behind him. They all seemed to think the same thing, wondering what to do about her clothing, thinking it couldn’t be comfortable for her.

“Jackson, turn on your beast eyes.” Charlie whispered. Jackson frowned.

“What good is that going to do?” Dean barked a little louder than before. They all turned to Davina, making sure she didn’t hear anything. Dean was certain the small human wasn’t thrilled of being woken. He didn’t know how, but he knew her well enough to imagine what she was like in the mornings. He really didn’t want to find out what exactly she was like.

“When she yells at one of us later today for undressing her, we swear to her that our eyes didn’t see an inch of her.” Charlie stated.

“But, they would be.” Jackson simply replied.

“Not our human ones.” Charlie answered. Dean shook his head at the two, deciding he’d just do it himself and suffer her wrath. Just as he went to pull back the sleeve, a hand came up to stop him. He hadn’t registered what had happened. But, when he did he found Davina laying with her eyes open, an annoyed expression across her face.

“How’d you know-” Charlie started, but was cut off.

“You’re not quiet. None of you.” Davina answered. She let go of Dean’s wrist, tossing it in the process and turning over in the bed. The three beasts sighed before exiting the room. Davina didn’t finally wake until the afternoon. And when she did it wasn’t of her own free will. Eloise came into her room, telling her she was needed in the lab. Davina groaned and quickly changed out of last nights dress, not bothering to take of the makeup that was now smudged. She walked down into the cold lab with a grey shirt and pajama pants. She held her arms to shield herself from the cold as she walked into the same room as before.

“What do you mean you found magic in her? You just said there was no witches blood in her DNA!” Dean shouted, getting up close and personal with Sasha and Brayden. Brayden pushed Sasha behind him as he glared up at Dean.

“There isn’t any. I’m not sure where the magic came from, but she some how has it in her blood stream. I’m unsure what kind of magic, but it makes sense to assume that it’s what’s keeping you from using any abilities on her.” Brayden said. Dean then sensed Davina’s presence, turning to her. Davina noticed how disheveled Dean looked. He had a stressful day. He was angry. Some of his most trusted men were nowhere to be found. Dean sent them to spy of Vincent, who Victor is dead set on believing him being behind everything. He didn’t even know of what to think about the news Catrice presented him with about the exchange her and Davina had at the dinner party. And to add on to his stress, Sasha had just informed him that some of their lab equipment had been stolen. How they got passed their guards? He wasn’t quite sure. Dean was angry and had nobody to blame but whoever was behind it. But because he wasn’t certain, he wanted to blame someone other than himself. That someone else; Davina. She came in to his life, turning it upside down and caused hell in the short amount of time since coming to town. He was outraged. He stormed over to her wrapping his hand tightly around her throat. She gasped as her hands wrapped around his wrists, trying her hardest to remove them. The rest of the beasts stood idly by, but both Jackson and Charlie felt a little worried for the young girl and stood alert. Charlie approached Dean, placing his hand on his King’s shoulder.

“Dean, hey-” Charlie said, but was cut off by Dean’s arm forcefully coming into contact with his body, making him fly back into some shelves. Jackson fully realized the depth of the situation at this point. Dean was feeling murderous.

“Dean, she’s better alive than dead.” Jackson quickly reminded him as Charlie limped his way over to his side, feeling the pain decrease. Dean grunted, tightening his grip as he watched Davina’s eyes flood with tears. Hescaredher. He felt satisfaction, but soon that was replaced with guilt as he remembered what Jackson and Charlie discussed with him the previous day.

“She’s a troubled young woman. Wonder what happened to her.” Charlie’s voice in his head reminded him. He groaned loudly before releasing his grip around her throat and turning away. She coughed out, gasping for air as she fell to her knees. She looked up at Dean in disbelief, still trying to fill her lungs.

“You should’ve done it.” Davina said in between breaths.

“What was that?” Dean asked, turning back to her.

“You should’ve done it!” Davina spat as she caressed the skin on her throat, trying to soothe the pain. She was certain there was going to be a bruise there. The beasts watched her curiously after her confession. She soon sat on the floor and leaned up against the wall, take deep breaths.

“And why should I have? Hmm? Can’t do it yourself?” Dean asked in a low voice, glowering at her. Davina’s nose scrunched up as she stared him down.

“Fuck you!” Davina shouted. Dean huffed loudly, making his way over to her and pulling her upwards by the collar of her shirt.

“Get up.” Dean commanded as he brought her to her feet. Davina shoved him backwards, spitting in his face. Dean looked down at her in disbelief, a determined look appearing in his eye as he wiped the spit off with his hand. He then grabbed ahold of her collar once more and dragged her out of the room and down the hall.

“Wait, Dean?! Where are you taking her?!” Charlie shouted from the door frame.

“To get some answers.” Dean responded as he dragged her upstairs to her bedroom. Once he opened the door, he pushed her inside, making her stumble only a little.

“Get dressed.” Dean said as he walked over to the closet, pulling out a bag. He then opened one of the drawers filled with her clothes, waiting for her to start stuffing her bag with them. He turned back to see Davina hadn’t moved.

“Hurry up!” Dean’s voice bellowed before he exited the room. In a few short minutes, he exited the mansion with his own bag in hand, getting the valet boy to bring his car around. Davina was quickly at his side, now changed into her usual outfit consisting of skinny jeans, a spaghetti strap, and a leather jacket. Once the car came around, Dean opened the passenger door and shoved her inside along with the bag of clothes. He then made his way around the car and into the driver side. He immediately pulled out of the parking area and began to exit the compound. The two sat in silence for the beginning of the car ride. Dean was still upset with her. He really wanted to ignore what happened and speak, not that he had much to say. Davina sat with her head against the window, watching cars go by. She was mad at herself for displaying fear. She didn’t want him to return to his pervious methods, knowing that it’d work to fear her if needed. She assumed only the worst of him, that he’d be like every other man she ever met in her life. She didn’t need that reminder of her time before the organization. She thought she’d be able to leave the past behind once she ran away and started new. A tear slipped from her eye as she remembered the words she told herself everyday before the organization found and saved her; keep running. Davina wiped the tear from her face before turning her head to look out the front window. She saw a sign, one she didn’t think she’d see again. She frowned, turning to Dean.

“What are we doing in Meadville?” Davina asked in a quiet voice. She didn’t want to yell anymore, and she figured Dean didn’t want to either. She couldn’t understand why she was back in this town. It was one of many painful reminders of her life before the organization and before all of the bad in her life began. Only, in this city, she was happy. She was at home.

“What do you think? I said I’d be getting some answers about you.” Dean spat. Davina turned away from him, watching as they drove down the long road.

“Nobody in this town can give you answers.” Davina replied, as a tear unexpectedly fell down her cheek. She shut her eyes, remembering this place. She could see him, but Dean shook his head at her response.

“You’re right. But, you will.” Dean responded. Davina frowned. I’m not telling you shit, Davina thought. She crossed her arms over her chest, choosing to remain silent until they made it to their destination. She wondered how he knew about this place, summing it up to Victor telling him about it. Victor didn’t know much. He only knew what she was willing to tell him. And that was that she grew up in this town. She lived with her mother who died of unknown causes. It was only her and her mom, but it was more than enough for the both of them. She watched as they drove through the town, seeing the familiar shops her and her mom used to enter, the streets they walked upon considering her mother couldn’t afford a car. Dean soon pulled up to a house. He looked down at the image sent to him by Victor on his phone. Though the house was rough in some parts, he knew it was the same home in the picture. He exited the car, making his way around to the passenger side and opening it up. Davina slowly sat up and exited the car, taking in the home as it was now. It was abandoned unlike all of the other homes on the street and it looked like nobody had lived here since she left. The roof caved in in some areas, some windows were broken and the door was bashed in. She slowly made her way up the sidewalk and to the porch of the old Victorian home. She stopped at the door, feeling hesitant to open it. Dean grew impatient as he stood behind her. He didn’t know what this place meant to her, he hardly knew anything about her past. He decided he needed to treat this differently than he usually would. Which meant, he’d have to show her a side of him he didn’t let most people see. The kind, caring one.

“The quicker you open up, the quicker we can find out more about your blood.” Dean said in a soft voice.

“What? You think I know? Or that my past has something to do with it?” Davina asked in disbelief, turning to him.

“Only one way to find out.” Dean responded. Davina sighed before she reached forward, placing her hand on the brass knob, and opened the door. She peeked inside, noticing that there was more damage on the inside than out. She opened the door further to reveal all of the damage. Some walls were taken down, floor boards were missing. Wallpaper hung off the walls in some areas, swaying with the wind coming in from the broken window. Davina walked inside, her eyes searching the room as she did. She tried to remember how it was before. She tried to remember where the couch was placed in the living room, the multiple plants her mother had hanging around and in the window sill. Dean went in to follow her, as he did he felt something hit him, making him stumble back. Davina turned her head at the noise of Dean’s shoes harshly hitting the wooden planks. She frowned at him.

“What?” Davina asked. Dean looked around curiously, knowing what hit him was something he couldn’t see, at least with his human eyes. Dean held up a finger to her before he shut his eyes and opened them to reveal his beady, red beast eyes. Davina became more concerned, stepping closer to him.

“What is it?” Davina asked, her hand against the door frame as she watched him. He backed away only slightly to get a better view of the house, seeing a bright barrier around it, glistening and gleaming. He then shut his eyes, opening them to reveal his human ones once more.

“Your house was spelled, looks to be from a long time ago.” Dean said as he slowly entered the home.

“Spelled? You mean by a witch?” Davina asked. Dean hummed in response as he walked further in to explore. Davina stood there and pondered. She wondered if her mom knew a witch, if she knew about supernatural’s. Davina shook away her thoughts and began to walk throughout the house. Dean watched her from a distance, getting little bits and pieces of what was going through her head. He could see her memories. It was much progress for him considering the only thing he saw before was Bianca in her mind. He still wondered what happened there, curious to see if the truth would be revealed on their trip. Davina shot her head to the left, hearing a noise. When she did, the wallpaper seemed to return to it’s place on the wall, the hallway she was in brightened up, and a door appeared at the end of the hall. It was ajar, almost as if it had been waiting for her.

“Davina, darling!” The voice of a woman called, giggles following after.

“Coming mom!” A younger girl said. Davina waited for the child to come, but didn’t see one coming.

“Don’t you make your mama wait!” The woman’s voice rang, teasing the young girl. Davina turned, finding no one behind her. She then ran to the room, curious to see her mother after all this time. Once she made it inside, the room returned to normal. She heard footsteps running her way down the hall. She turned to see Dean run into the room, a look of concern on his face.

“You alright?” Dean asked unsure. Davina turned back, feeling confused. It felt so real, Davina thought. Dean for a moment could hear her thoughts. But, just as quickly as it came, it went too.

“The magics too strong, it’s influencing you. We should go.” Dean said. He placed his hands on her shoulder and gently pushed her in the direction of the door. The two then exited into the hallway and began to leave the house.

“How did you know what to say? And why was the magic influencing me when it never did before?” Davina inquired as they exited the house.

“Your mind opened up to me, your thoughts weren’t off limits for once. And my guess is the spell was used as a protection barrier all of those years before. It doesn’t now with nothing to protect inside of it. It needed something or someone to latch on to.” Dean explained as they entered the car.

“Do you think it was placed to protect me?” Davina asked while Dean started to engine.

“It is possible. We don’t know why you were raised away from your father. Perhaps it was because your mother knew he was a bad man. Wanted to keep you safe from him.” Dean suggested. Dean made a uturn and began heading back down the same road. She stared up at him, deep in thought as the two sat in silence.

“Did she ever say anything about your father?” Dean asked. He knew he needed to choose his words carefully or else he’d never pinpoint what exactly was going through her head. He could tell part of the reason her mind was so blocked off from him was because she was unwilling to let him read it. How she could do that? He wasn’t quite sure considering only beasts had that ability.

“Same thing you said. That he was a bad man.” Davina simply replied. Dean mentally sighed knowing that was all he was going to get from her. Just then, a black crow hit the passenger side of Davina’s window, making Dean stop the car. Davina jumped back with a squeal, her hang going to rest atop of Dean’s wrist. She turned back to Dean with wide eyes as he examined the window with cautious eyes. Their eyes both trailed down to Davina’s hand squeezing his wrist. As they did, she immediately pulled her hand back, hoping he wouldn’t call her out on what she mindlessly did.

“I’m going to check it out.” Dean simply stated, ignoring what she had just done. He then opened the car door and exited the vehicle. Davina sat, panting from the shock of her life and processing what she had just done. Never did she think she’d trust any man enough to grab for protection or security, even if it was out of fear. She shook her head at her actions and mentally scolded herself, deciding she’d never do it again. That she wouldn’t let her guard down no matter how safe she felt around anybody. After a moment, Dean entered the car in a hurry, immediately starting it back up.

“What is it?” Davina asked as Dean went to accelerate the car and turn onto another street.

“We’re in witches territory.” Dean quickly explained. Just before he was able to pull out of the neighborhood, a group of woman appeared, stepping in front of the car. One placed their hand on the front of it, keeping Dean from even trying to inch closer. The four woman were covered in cloaks, holding up lanterns. Dean sighed and fell back into his seat, one hand not leaving the stirring wheel.

“Who are they?” Davina asked once more. Dean sighed once again before his eyes trailed over to her but never moving his head.

“Witches.” Dean said, irritation lacing his voice. Two of the woman made their ways over to the doors.

“What? You aren’t going to lock it?!” Davina asked in disbelief.

“No point. If they want to talk, it’s best that we just listen.” Dean explained before the doors of the side they resided on opened.

“You’ve got that right.” One of the woman said as she lowered her hood, the light in her hand revealing her face. She looked unimpressed with the beast before her. And more than anything, unhappy that one of their kind was in their town.

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