Jesse (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jdelacroix) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs, |
He looked over at Jayden, feeling a bit shocked. It seemed so out of character for Jayden to say or do anything like this, and while he was proud of his brother for standing up to the ghost of their father, he was not going to let anything happen to him while he was still breathing.
"You get anywhere near him, and you will be sorry," he promised. Richard, seemingly for the twisted thrill of it, walked right through Jesse to peer at his youngest son. "Fuck fuck fuck, that was so wrong on so many levels," he moaned, hopping around like that would somehow make everything better.
Richard, meanwhile, was addressing Jayden. "So it seems you've grown a spine, finally," he said, sounding a tiny bit impressed, almost in spite of himself. "About damn time, too, your mother always liked to coddle you and Isaiah. Such a mistake. It was rather a relief to be rid of her, honestly."
"I am so beyond done with this," Jesse said, seething. He started tearing open the kitchen cupboards, until he finally found a container of salt. He opened it and poured some into his hand, then tossed it at Richard. It sailed right through him and landed on the carpet, and Richard raised an eyebrow at him, as did Isaiah.
"It worked on Supernatural," Jesse muttered.
"Yes, and as we all know, TV never lies," Isaiah said, rolling his eyes in a fond fashion.