Disclaimer-I do not own any of the characters in supernatural yet if I owned dean I would be eternally grateful

Prologue

John Winchester held the revolver in his hand cradling it he looked up "Now boys this is our only chance of destroying that demon once and for all don't waste it!"

"Yes Sir!" Sam replied he looked over to Dean who was stirring his coffee in the small café that had become one of their regular haunts while they were looking for signs of the demon or anything else supernatural.

"If I have to I will use it to save one of you." Dean replied as he added another sachet of sugar to his coffee.

"Not good enough" Their dad replied he was getting annoyed with his son he now seemed to answer back to anything he said but as Sam had pointed out that demon had said hurtful things it was probably just a bruised ego.

Sam replied trying to lighten the situation "Dean I know it's your time of the month but…" He was cut short when Dean replied gruffly "Shut up! I'm just saying if I had to I would use the gun."

"Dean!"

John Winchester realizing he wouldn't be able to change his son's mind leaned forward on his chair and decided to tell them another legend surrounding the revolver

"There is another way I don't know if it's true but they say he left some mixture from the bullets he made so if a relative of his used up the bullets…."

"…they could always make more!" Sam replied wishing this legend was true.

Dean looked up and replied "Sorry to break up the party but there is a slight flaw in the plan."

"What?" enquired his dad and brother.

"Where's the relative?" he replied.

"And I thought you just had the looks!" John Winchester laughed

"Dude I'm a professional!" Dean replied as he came back into his rather unusual usual self.

Sam looked around "Where's the girl?"

"Huh!"

"Well you say that when there's a girl around."

"Dude! Shut up!"

John Winchester clicked his finger and his two sons stopped bickering he loved that about his sons.

"I'm a professional too (He laughed) I just so happened to research his family tree and there no strangers to rock salt."

"You mean…"

"…there …"

"GHOSTBUSTERS!" they replied together.

"But then it gets complicated!"

"Uh!"

"Why?"

"Well there's only one living relation left and she's a girl (Dean leaned back on his chair with a satisfied grin on his face) and she's a teenager (Sam laughed Dean still had a smirk on his face) and she lives in England (Dean fell off the chair)"

Sam replied "Dude you're a professional!"

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