"Thanks, Bobby," I said as I held the cell phone up to my ear with one hand and opened the door to the restaurant with the other. I was in Colorado hunting a vampire's nest. Bobby Singer was a walking encyclopedia when it came to the supernatural world. "But I seriously don't need any help with this hunt. This ain't my first rodeo."

"Just accept the help just this once, Riley," Bobby said. "These two hunters are good at what they do." I maneuvered through the tables heading straight to the counter to get some food.

"I'm good at what I do too." Bobby sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Are you there yet?"

"I just got here."

"Okay, the two hunters are Sam and Dean Winchester. They're brothers and they've been hunting all their lives, unlike you, Riley. They could give you a few pointers while you're looking into Daniel Elkin's death and looking for that damn colt." I rolled my eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, girl." I softly chuckled. Bobby knows me so well, he didn't have to be next to me to know when I was rolling my eyes at him.

"I got this under control, Bobby."

"Do you see them?" I scanned the restaurant until I spotted two men sitting at a table across from each other.

"Got 'em. Talk to you later, Bobby." I snapped my phone closed and stuffed it into my back pocket as I made my way over to them. Snatching an empty chair as I walked by it, I spun it around to the side of the hunters' table and sat in it backwards, resting my arms on the backrest. An awkward silence fell over us as the man on my right looked up from his newspaper and the man on my left looked up from his laptop. The man with the newspaper had dark hazel eyes. If his eyes flicked in the right light, you could catch a glimpse of emerald green in them. He had short cropped light brown hair with full lips. He wore an army green buttoned up collared shirt with the buttons undone over a black t-shirt. The other man had ear length dark brown hair with green eyes, but his eyes had a little bit of teal glaze to them. He wore a black and white flannel over a blue t-shirt. The man to my left was Samuel Winchester and the hunter to the right was his older brother, Dean.

Sons of John Winchester. The brothers threw each other glances and as Dean opened his mouth to speak, I quickly interrupted him. "My name is Riley. No, you don't know me. No, I don't know you personally, but I have heard of you. No, I'm not anything supernatural. No, I'm not here to kill either of you. Yes, I'm a hunter. Yes, I know there's a case here. Yes, I know what it is. "Yes, I'm here to help you. Does that answer all of your questions?" They exchanged looked with each other once more. "So, are we going to go check out Elkins' cabin or are you two just going to sit there like two big lugs who have no idea what the hell is going on?"

"How do you know about Daniel Elkins?" Dean inquired.

"Friend of a friend of mine. Which I suppose would make him a friend of mine as well, but I never met him, so I guess that would not make him a friend of mine." I squinted my eyes and thought about it for a second. "I don't know. I don't care. The friend of mine who is actually my friend asked me to look into it so here I am and unfortunately, you two knuckleheads just happened to be here as well. So, let's go. I don't have all day." I stood up and put the chair back to its original table and started walking to the exit. With a hand on the door handle, I turned to look back at the brothers to see them talking quietly with each other.

"Oh, come on, boys! Seriously!" I sighed and walked out towards my 1977 Chevy Camaro. The bell on the door jingled and I turned on my heel and walked backwards as I witnessed Sam and Dean walking to the 1967 Chevy Impala in the lot. "Sweet ride, but can it keep up?" I laughed and got into my car and sped out of the parking lot with Dean on my tail.

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The night air was cold and brisk as we walked up the slope to the front door of the Daniel Elkins' cabin. The snow cracked under our feet, the coldness slowly settling into our boots. Sam picked the lock and it swung open with a low creak. I looked over both shoulders and into the darkness of the trees that surrounded the cabin. When I was sure that the coast was clear I followed Dean and Sam inside.

"Looks like the maid didn't come today." Dean muttered as we wondered into the back room where there were papers scattered across the wooden floor.

"Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door." Sam called from the front door.

"You mean, like, protection-against-demon salt or oops I spilled the popcorn salt?"

"It's clearly a ring. Riley, was Elkins a hunter?"

"Yes." I answered as I found his hunter's journal on his desk. I opened it up absent mindly, feeling the scribbles of the hard-pressed pen on the pages under my fingertips.

"That looks just like our dad's journal." Dean murmured over my shoulder as he peered down at it.

"Whatever attacked him, looks like there was more than one." I looked up at the hole in the roof where the night air creeped its way inside.

"Looks like he put up hell of a fight, too." Dean said quietly as he scanned his flashlight over the carnage on the floor.

"Yeah." I noticed Dean toeing a wooden box on the floor and I quickly snatched it up. There was a shaped pressed into the felt of the interior. I ran my fingers silently over it picturing the colt once sitting in this box along with its bullets.

"What is it?" Sam asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing. Its nothing." I lied as I set the box down on the desk, disappointed that the colt wasn't here so I could take it back to Bobby. Dean had turned his attention to something else on the floor. He grabbed a piece of paper and pencil from the rummage on the desk and pressed the paper to the floor, rubbing the pencil over it.

"I think it's a message." Dean said as he held the piece of paper up to show us. I reached to grab it from him, so I could see what it said but it snatched it away from me. "I don't think so. We let you come to the cabin with us but that's about as far as we're going to trust you." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Are you serious?" I questioned him.

"Dead serious." I took one step towards him and looked up at him, my face hardening.

"If I wanted to kill either one of you, you would be dead by now." In the darkness and in the dim light of the flashlight, I saw his eyes harden and soften as he tried to decide. "Now, I would like to find out who killed this man. If you get in my way, then I won't hesitate to push you aside."

"Dean." Sam called to his brother softly. Without breaking his stare with me, Dean handed his little brother the slip of paper. Sam read it over. "It's the location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop."

"That's just the way Dad does it." Dean confirmed as he finally turned to look at Sam.

"Can we go see what the hell is in it?" I snapped, getting irritated.

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I was forced to wait in the back seat of the Impala while Dean and Sam broke inside the post office to retrieve whatever was inside the mailbox. What seemed like ages, the brothers finally came back with an envelope in Dean's hand. I leaned forward in the seat to look at it over Dean's shoulder. J.W. was scribbled on the front of it.

"J.W.?" Sam murmured. "You think John Winchester?"

"I don't know." Dean said, his eyes not leaving the envelope. "Should we open it?" There was a knock on the driver's window and we all jumped as a figure bent down and peered in. While Dean and Sam stared at the man in shock, I smiled. "Dad?" John climbed into the back seat and looked over at me in surprise.

"Riley?" John breathed.

"Hi, John." I smiled.

"What are you doing here? Does Bobby know you're here?"

"Of course, he knows. Who do you think sent me here?"

"How is he doing?"

"Good. Still wants to gut you, but he's doing good."

"You two know each other?" Dean snapped. "You didn't tell us that." I looked over at him.

"I did say Daniel Elkins was a friend of a friend of mine. I just didn't give you a name."

"How do you two know each other?" John and I glanced at each other. I opened my mouth, but John spoke first.

"I should look at that." John said, ignoring the question. Without hesitation, Dean handed his father the envelope. He pulled out a piece of parchment and began reading it. "If you're reading this then I'm already dead." He read the rest of the letter to himself. "Son of a bitch."

"What is it?"

"He had it the whole time."

"Had what?"

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun, an antique, a colt revolver? Did you see it?" I shook my head.

"The gun wasn't there." I answered. "But he did have it at one point. There was an empty antique revolver case."

"They have it."

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dean questioned John.

"We have to pick up their trail."

"Wait." Sam said, shocked. "You want us to come with you?"

"If Elkins is telling us the truth, then we have got to find this gun."

"The gun? Why?"

"Because it's important that's why."

"Dad, we don't even know what these things are." John looked back at me.

"When's the last time you've been hunting? I know Bobby doesn't let you out often." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"I'm not rusty, if that's what you're asking. I can still hunt vampires."

"Vampires?" Dean breathed. "I thought there were no such things."

"You never even mentioned them, Dad." Sam added.

"I thought they were extinct." John told his sons. "I thought Elkins and others wiped them all out. I was wrong."

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"Why are you here, Riley?" John asked me as I peered at the map in front of me using a flashlight. I was sitting in the front seat of John's truck with him driving with Sam driving the impala behind us with Dean.

"Um, hunting a nest of vampires?" I reminded him. "Is your old age damaging your short-term memory span?"

"I mean, why did Bobby send you, smartass?"

"He wanted me to check out Elkins' death."

"Have you told my sons what you are?"

"I don't even know what I am, John. Have you told your sons what the gun actually is?"

"You don't know even know what the gun is." Sighing, I folded up the map and half turned to him.

"It was built by Samuel Colt in 1835 along with thirteen bullets that supposedly can kill anything. He made it for another hunter who used it at least six times. Somehow Elkins got his hands on it and you now want it to kill whatever killed Mary." John was silent for several minutes. "Revenge is not the answer, John, and your sons should have never been raised into this life."

"I didn't have a choice."

"You always have a choice, John. You made the choice of not killing me all those years ago. Instead, you chose to take me to Bobby."

"You were just a baby."

"And so were Dean and Sam at one point." Before John could answer me, an engine revved up behind us and the impala shot around us before turning sideways as it skidded to a halt in the middle of the road. I had to brace myself with my hand on the dash as John slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the car. John put the truck and got out to walk over to the impala as Sam and Dean exited the vehicle. I got out as well to stand in front of the truck.

"What the hell was that?"

"We need to talk." Sam barked. Dean raced around the car to try to get between his brother and father.

"About what?"

"About everything. Where we going, Dad? What's the big deal about this gun? What's the deal with this girl? How do you two know each other?"

"We can Q&A after we kill the vampires." Dean said, trying to pacify his family.

"Your brother's right." John said lowly, his voice laced with quiet thunder. "We don't have time for this.

"Last we saw you, you said it was too dangerous for us to be together." Sam kept going, his tone getting angrier and angrier with each word. "Now, out of the blue, you need out help." Dean rolled his eyes as he looked up and down the street to make sure that no were coming in either directions. "Obviously something big is going down and we want to know what!"

"Get back in the car."

"No." John took one menacing towards his son and for a second, I thought a fight was about to break out.

"I said get back in the damn car."

"Yeah, and I said no." Dean slid between his father and brother and pushed them away from each other.

"All right, you've made your point, tough guy. Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it. Get in the car." Dean said as he turned Sam around and gave him a light shove back to the impala.

"This is why I left in the first place."

"What'd you say?" John questioned him, and Sam turned back around to look him in the eye.

"You heard me."

"Yeah, you left—your brother and me—we needed you. You walked away, Sam! You walked away!" And the gap between the men closed once more as John took a hold of the front of Sam's jacket in his fists.

"You're the one who said don't come back, Dad. You're the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed that you couldn't control me anymore!"

"Stop it!" Dean yelled as he pried John's hand from Sam's clothing and put himself in the middle once more. "Stop it! Stop it! That's enough!" I pushed off from the front bumper I was leaning on and walked over to John and put my hand on his arm.

"That's enough, John." I said quietly. "Let's go. We have work to do." After glaring at each other for another minute, Sam abruptly turned to get back in the impala and John went to his truck, leaving Dean and me standing in the middle of the road.

"Terrific."

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I stood in the trees along with the three men and peered through the dead winter branches as the run-down barn where a beat up 70s Nova pulled up. A man got out as the door to the barn open and someone else walked out. The second man shielded his eyes with his hand from the sun that was trying to emerge from the cloudy sky. He held the door open for the first man and closed the door behind them.

"Son of a bitch." Dean breathed. "So, they're really not afraid of sun?"

"No, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn." John explained. "The only way to kill them is by beheading. And, yeah, they sleep during the day. It doesn't mean they won't wake up."

"So, I guess walking right in's not our best option."

"Actually, that's the plan." We walked back to the cars. Dean and Sam opened the trunk of the impala to their arsenal while John and I went to his truck and he opened his case in the bed.

"Dad, I got an extra machete if you need one." John unsheathed his and showed it to him.

"Think I'm okay, thanks."

"Wow." Dean held the machete out to me and I took it from him.

"Thanks." I breathed, unsheathing the blade and twirling it in my hand to get a feel for the weight before putting in back in its sheath.

"So. . ." John began to speak but paused. "You boys want to know about this colt?"

"Yes, sir." Sam addressed him formally.

"It's just a story. . . a legend really. Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter. Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. . . a special gun. He made it for a hunter. A man like us, only on horseback. The story goes he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Somehow, Daniel got his hand on it. They say—they say this gun can kill anything."

"Kill anything, like supernatural anything?" Dean questioned him.

"Like the demon." Sam said as he pieced it together.

"Yeah, the demon." John confirmed. "Ever since I picked up its trail, I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun. . . we may have it."

"I hate to break up this little family moment, but let's say we go kill a nest of vampires?" I said, twirling the machete in my hand. I turned to the barn and slowly made it up to the door and pushed it open. There were hammocks all over the barn with vampires sleeping in them. I walked on the balls of my feet and kept my movements slow and quiet as Sam moved around ahead of me to look for any victims. John broke away from us as he went to go search for the colt. Bottles rattled behind me and I spun around and crouched down low as I stared wide-eyed at vampire who was stirring in his hammock. When he settled back down and didn't move, I glared at Dean who dropped his head and sighed in relief.

"Dean." I heard Sam whisper to his older brother from the other side of the barn and Dean hastily but silently moved over to him while I looked around for any vampires that were about to wake up.

"Riley." Dean called to me and I walked over to him by some locked cages that had more victims inside. Dean grabbed a hook from the top of the cage and slid it under one of the hinges and jerked up. I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath as it fell apart with a loud creak. When nothing happen, Dean moved on to the next hinge. But before he could take it apart, a screaming sounded behind, and I turned to see the victim that Sam was trying to help was a vampire.

"Boys!" John called from the back of the barn. "Riley! Run!" I didn't need to be told twice as the whole nest woke up and got out of their hammocks and started to make their way to us. Sam and Dean burst through the main doors of the barn and I took the time to open them further to let in more sunlight to stop them from coming any further. I followed the brothers back into the trees and we didn't stop until we got back to the cars and I turned to see if John was behind us. He was no where to be seen.

"Dad?!" No answer. "Dad?!" Branches crackled and a shape that blended well into the trees emerged. Sam and Dean started to race to the impala, but John stopped them.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire gets your scent, it's for life.

"What the hell do we do now?"

"You got to find the nearest funeral home." Dean stared at his father wide-eyed in shock before looking to his younger brother who had nothing to say.

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I leaned against the hood of the impala and checked my watch for the tenth time in the past five minutes. I sighed and threw my head back, tapping my foot furiously against the ground. It should not be taking this long to break into a funeral home and get a jar of dead man's blood. Just as I checked my watch for the eleventh time, a voice sounded behind me.

"Got it." Dean said as he went around to the driver's side of the impala with a brown paper bag in his hands.

"About damn time." I growled as I got into the passenger seat and Dean got in and started it up and began to drive back to the motel.

"Hey, breaking into a funeral home and stealing a jar of dead man's blood takes time."

"I'm pretty sure I could have done it faster." Dean just scoffed, and we sat in silence for a while.

"How do you know my father?" And here was the topic that couldn't be avoided. I propped my elbow up on the door panel and set my temple on my fist as I stared at the window and tried to come up with an answer that wasn't completely lying to him.

"I was just a baby when I was abandoned, and John found me. He took me to Bobby Singer who took care of me and raised me."

"Bobby Singer? Impossible. Sam and I were always there, and we never saw you."

"I went back and forth between Bobby and another hunter who had a daughter. His daughter quickly became like a sister to me and John and Bobby both became like fathers to me especially when they decided not to kill me."

"Why would they kill you?" I sighed. If John knew I was supernatural and didn't kill me, then his sons should do the same, but I still didn't trust his sons, so I didn't know why I showed Dean. I looked over him and flashed my true eyes at him. The impala screeched to the halt as Dean slammed on the brakes and I braced myself against the dashboard. Dean was pulling out his gun as I got out of the car. I raced around the impala and slammed my entire body into the door to knock him off balance and his dropped his gun. I kicked it away and ducked as he swung at me. I danced out of his reach on the balls of my feet and held my hands up in front of me.

"Don't you think if John thought I was a threat he would had killed me himself?" That made Dean pause for a second.

"You lied to us."

"For good reasons. To avoid exactly what is happening now. But what I told you at the cabin was true. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead by now." Dean was silent. "Now John and Sam are probably getting impatient waiting on that dead man's blood. So, let's go back to the motel and deal with this later. Okay?" After retrieving his gun, Dean walked back to the car and got in and I followed suit. He kept his gun pointed at me all the way back to the motel. When he parked the car, I got out and stormed into the motel room where John and Sam were. "Your sons are loco, John. This one—" I pointed to Sam. "—whips the car in front of us so we almost hit them and kill them. This one—" I pointed to Dean. "—just tried to freakin' kill me." John glared at Dean.

"What do you mean he just tried to kill you?" John growled.

"What the hell is she, Dad?" Dean snapped, and John looked back at me.

"I let it slip." I said. "I thought if I trusted you then I could trust your sons but apparently not. Might as well tell them now."

"We don't know what she is." John explained. "She was a baby when I found her and when I saw the eyes I knew she was something supernatural and as a hunter I know that I'm supposed to kill anything supernatural, but she was just a baby. Supernatural or not, I couldn't bring myself to kill her, so I took her to Bobby's who has been trying to figure it out but with no luck. Now, we have more pressing matters at hand right now and no one lays a harmful finger on her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Sam muttered.

"Yes, sir." Dean agreed, still glaring at me.

"Loco." I breathed at him. Dean pulled out the jar of blood and handed it to John.

"You know what to do." John said.

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I crouched next to the fire and stirred up the ashes as the boys walked up behind me. They had just come back from snatching the leader of the pack's mate.

"You good, Riley?" John asked me, and I peered up at him.

"Are you?" I smirked.

"She's already loaded up in the truck with dead man's blood. Is it done?"

"Saffron, skunks, cabbage and trillium. Just how Bobby taught me. It'll block our scent and hers until we're ready."

"Stuff stinks." Dean coughed.

"That's the point." John said. "Dust your clothes with the ashes and you'll stand a chance of not being detected."

"You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is gonna wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time. Half hour. At most. And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can. And, Riley, I want you to head straight back to Bobby's."

"But—"

"You can't' take care of them all yourself." Dean interrupted Sam.

"I'll have her and the colt." John assured.

"But after, we're gonna meet up, right?" Sam inquired. John hung his head. "Use the gun together, right?" John looked away from his sons and towards me and I held my hands up to show that I wasn't having any part of this conversation. "You're leaving again, aren't you? You still want to go after the demon alone?" John looked back at Sam. "You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this."

"Like what?"

"Like children."

"You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Dad, all due respect, but that's a bunch of crap." Dean spoke up and my eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what Sammy and I have been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe."

"It's not the same thing, Dean."

"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?"

"This demon. . . it's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive."

"You mean you can't be as reckless."

"Look. . . I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death. . .it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die, too. I won't."

"What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die and we could have done something about it? You know, I've been thinking. I think maybe Sammy's right about this one. I think we should do this together. We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it."

"We're running out of time. You do your job, and you get out of the area. That's an order."

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Dean, Sam and I walked into the vampire's nest. I went through the rows of hammocks, slicing through the necks of each vampire before they could even wake up. Dean made his way back over to the cages to finish what he started earlier. Sam and I cleared out the rest of the nest while Dean got the victims to safety. After clearing out the barn, we walked outside, and I threw back my head and breathed in the night air. It was now time for me to go home. I turned to the brothers who were talking to each other next to the impala.

"It was nice meeting you, boys." I said as I waved bye to them. I turned to leave but Dean stopped me.

"Riley." I turned back to him. "We need your help." I smiled.

"Oh, how the tables have turned."

"We can't just let our dad face the vamps by himself. We have to help him."

"Even though he specifically told you not to help him?"

"Please, Riley. I'm making the attempt to trust you. Don't make me regret it." I dropped the smile, masking my face with seriousness.

"I won't. Let's go." We made our way through the trees, just a little way down the highway to were John's truck and the vamps' cars were parked in the middle of the street. As soon as the boys saw their father on the ground, they barged through the tree line and fired their crossbows with dead man's blood on the arrows. I slid down the hillside and charged at the nearest vampire only to have her grab me by the throat and throw me to the ground on my back. She picked me up with supernatural strength and wrapped her arm around my neck. Fear started to trump instincts and a power surge from deep inside me started to build. I gasped loudly as the power grew and something else took over. I pushed the vampire off me and turned to her and took her head in my hands. I snapped her head quickly to my right, tearing her head clean off her shoulders. Just as quickly as it came, the power left me, and I was left drained.

"Don't!" A male's voice sounded and panting, I turned to see a vampire with Sam in a headlock and Dean in front of them with a machete in his hand. "I'll break his neck. Put the blade down." Dean hesitated, and Sam gasped for air as the vampire's grip got tighter. Metal clanked against the blacktop as Dean dropped the machete. "You people. Why can't you just leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do."

"I don't think so." John said from behind the vampire. The male swung around, and John held up the colt and took aim before firing, the bullet landing right in the male's forehead. The vampire's grip on Sam loosened and Dean grabbed his little brother and pulled him back. The vampire dropped to his knees before falling dead over.

"Luther!" The female screamed for her mate. She tried to charge at John, but another vampire pulled her back.

"Kate don't!" She yelled. They turned to get in their cars and sped off.

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I walked through the front door of Bobby's house and walked down the hallway to the staircase. I walked pass the den where Bobby was sitting at his desk looking through some books.

"I'm home." I called to him. He looked up at him at me, his grey eyes full of relief.

"How did it go?" He asked. "Did you get the colt?"

"John has it. He's going to use it to kill the demon."

"That son of a bitch!" I turned away from to walk up the stairs letting him seethe in private. I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I made my way over to the full-length mirror in the corner and uncovered it. Keeping my eyes closed, I freed my hair from my ponytail holder. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection. I gazed at the reflection to see burning, deep red, glowing eyes gazing right back at me.