Sam walked inside Martin Books. Besides his apartment, this was his favorite place in the city. He loved being surrounded by all these great works of literature. He also loved being able to spend time researching. He was trying to find a way to cure Madison and was still looking for a way to kill the yellow-eyed demon. His boss Sid had met John years ago when he first started his quest to find Mary's killer. They had been introduced by Bobby. Sid had been able to give John some valuable information over the years and he was thrilled to have John's son working for him.

Sid was a short, gray haired man in his fifties with glasses. He looked like a college professor. Only the things he knew, they didn't teach in college. He was a fountain of knowledge when it came to the supernatural.

"Morning Sid," said Sam.

"Good morning Sam," replied Sid.

"Anything new to report." Sam asked Sid this every morning.

"Sorry Sam, nothing new," said Sid knowing Sam meant werewolves or the yellow-eyed demon.

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The day passed by rather quickly. They had gotten a shipment of the new Stephen King book and it kept them pretty busy. By closing time Sam was ready to leave and get home to Madison. It was the night before the full moon and Sam wanted to spend as much time with his wife as he could before he had to lock her up.

Sam's phone rang just as he was getting into his car. It was Dean.

"Hey Dean," said Sam.

"Hey Sammy how's it going?" asked Dean forgetting what day it was.

"Okay I guess. I'm heading home to spend as much time with my wife before I have to, you know, lock her up," said Sam quietly.

Dean inwardly cursed himself for forgetting what day it was.

"I'm sorry Sam. I forgot what day it was. I just wanted to tell you that you were spot on with that info about the poltergeist," said Dean.

"I'm glad I could help," said Sam.

"Also I wanted to let you know that I will be in the area over the weekend," said Dean.

"Well I think our sofa will be free for you to crash on," said Sam.

"I'll get a hotel room. You lovebirds need your privacy," said Dean with a smirk.

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Madison was cooking steaks when Sam arrived home. He followed the wonderful smell into the kitchen.

"Steak, what's the occasion?" asked Sam.

"I don't need a special occasion to cook steak for my amazing husband, besides the wolf in me craves red meat this time of the month," answered Madison.

Sam pulled Madison away from the stove to give a her a proper hello. After a few seconds they broke apart and Madison returned her attention to the steaks.

After a nice dinner Sam and Madison went and sat on the sofa. Sam held Madison close to him.

"My cousin, Molly, called today. She has some good news. She and Jack are having a baby," said Madison with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"That's wonderful," replied Sam.

Sam could tell that Madison was sad. She wanted to have kids with Sam one day, but they had decided against it because they didn't know what effect her being a werewolf would have on a baby. They had talked about adoption, but Madison didn't want a child to have to watch Daddy lock Mommy up each month. Sam was also afraid that the demon would try and go after any child that they had.

Sam looked into Madison's beautiful eyes and vowed to himself. I will find a cure and I will kill that damn demon. We will have the life we deserve.

The evening flew by faster than either of them wanted. It was time. Madison got up off the sofa and Sam followed. They went into the closet. Sam pulled Madison close and held her tight. He never wanted to let go, but he knew he had to. He led his wife over to the wall. Her took her left arm and kissed it on the inside of her wrist before he put the shackle on it. He did the same thing with her other wrist.

"I love you Maddy," said Sam before he leaned down and gave her a kiss.

"I love you Sam," replied Madison when they broke apart.

Sam stood there for a moment just staring at his beautiful wife. He hated to leave her like this.

"Go now Sam, please, before I change," pleaded Madison.

Sam reluctantly left the closet, but not before telling her loved her one more time. Sam locked the door and moved the bookcase in from of it for good measure. He went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. He knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night. He never did during that time of the month. In the beginning Sam used to sit on a chair outside the closet all night long. After he eventually realized that Madison wouldn't be able to escape, Sam had started to try and get some sleep in his bed. He had gotten so used to sleeping with Madison next to him, that he found it hard to sleep when she wasn't there.

The next morning, the first thing Sam did was go unlock Madison. He was always relieved to find that she was safe. Unchaining her quickly, Sam pulled Madison into his arms and held her tight.

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Several days later Sam and Madison were relaxing on the sofa together after a long day.

"My mom called today. She said that her and Dad are finally going to sell the house and move into a condo near the beach. They have been wanting to do that for a long time," said Madison.

"Are you okay with that? I mean that's the house you grew up in," said Sam. Although he didn't know what it was like to grow up in only one house he could imagine Madison would be a little sad.

"I'm going to miss it, but Mom and Dad have wanted to do this for a long time so I guess I'm okay with it. They want us to come up this weekend. Mom says that they are going to sell a lot of stuff and said if there's anything we want we can have it," said Madison.

"How about that antique bookcase in your dad's study?" asked Sam.

"I think they might be keeping that one. If it were up to my mom, they would get rid of everything and get all new stuff for the condo, but my dad would never want to spend that kind of money," said Madison.

"Your dad's a bit of a pack rat. They probably won't have much to sell," said Sam.

"You're right. Dad hates to get rid of anything, Mom is insisting that a few thing must go before they move," said Madison.

"Like what?" asked an intrigued Sam.

"Like that giant moose head hanging in the garage," said Madison with a laugh.

Sam cracked up as he thought about that ugly moose head. Madison's mom refused to let it in the house, so it hung in the garage for twenty-five years.

"Also he has gun Mom says has to go too," said Madison

"Your dad has a gun?" asked Sam. He couldn't picture his father in law, the account, owning a gun.

"Yeah. It's really old. It belonged to my great great grandfather. It was given to him by a friend for safe keeping or something like that. It has been passed down through the family. My mom hates it and only let my father keep it as long at it stays locked in his safe. I think my father only keeps it for the sentimental value. It might be worth something though because supposedly it was made by Samuel Colt." Said Madison.

Sam's head jerked up upon hearing this. He had told Madison about the gun that could kill the demon, but hadn't specified what type of gun it was, just that it was a gun.

"Maddy your Dad's gun was made by Samuel Colt." said Sam.

"I think so. The story is that he made it himself around the time of the Alamo," said Madison.

"How did your family get it exactly?" asked a now extremely interested Sam.

"Apparently my great great grandfather, Saul, had this friend who was a little crazy. He believed that someone was following him. He wanted the gun to be safe so he gave it to Saul and told him to keep it safe and to never get rid of it. It's been in my family ever since. Why all the interest in this gun Sam?" said Madison.

"Remember how I told you there was a gun that could kill the demon and it went missing around the time my dad died? Well, that gun was made by Samuel Colt around the time of the Alamo," said Sam.

"Sam, this can't be your gun. My family's had it for years," said Madison.

"I know, but I wonder if Samuel Colt made two guns. What if this Colt can kill anything like the one my dad had," said Sam.

"Then it could kill the demon," said Madison realizing what Sam meant.

"Yeah maybe it could. Does your dad's gun have any bullets for it? Our gun needed special bullets," said Sam.

"Yes actually it does. It has, I think, about 8 bullets. They came with the gun. I don't think anybody in my family ever used it. All though my dad did once threaten an ex-boyfriend of mine with it when I was in high school," said Madison.

"Your dad did that?" said Sam.

"He wouldn't take no for an answer so my dad told him that he had better not bother me again. It kinda ruins your social life though when people think that your dad is a gun waving lunatic," said Madison with a laugh.

"I knew there was a reason I liked your dad so much," said Sam through his laughter.

Sam still couldn't believe that there might be another colt. He called Dean up and filled him in the news. Dean couldn't believe it either, but he decided that he would come with them that weekend to check out the gun.

That night, as Sam lay in bed holding a sleeping Madison in his arms, he kept thinking about the Colt. Could there really be two of them? Could this really be over soon? Sam knew he shouldn't get his hopes up, but it was hard not to. Sam drifted off to sleep with visions of a second Colt dancing in his head.

More to Come

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