A/N: Whoohoo! I'm so excited to finally release this (slightly long) chapter! So finally here is where it all comes together and you finally get some answers! Any feedback is appreciated! Aaaaaaand, GO!

Chapter 3-Descendant

Dean barely had time to react as the barrel of the gun was suddenly facing their direction and was fired. Dean reflexively shut his eyes and waited for the impact but it never came. He spun to look at Sammy in time to see the fifth man who had entered the bar drop to the floor with a bullet in his skull.

"You boys forget how to count?" she asked with a small smile on her lips at their shocked faces and stunned silence.

All Dean could do was stand there with his mouth hanging slightly open but Sam stepped up and again asked the question,

"Who are you?"

"I think that discussion is better saved for a less public location, don't you? Especially a place where there aren't 5 bodies lying on the floor."

"Wait, are they dead?" asked Sam glancing around the room at each of the bodies.

"Shame about the hosts but the demons are dead, yes." She replied shortly.

"How do you have a gun that kills demons?" Dean asked. "Last time I checked there was only the one. And it didn't look anything as nice as that."

"I promise I will answer all your questions later but now I think we better get the hell out of here. And you need to get that shoulder taken care of."

Sam turned to Dean with a confused look on his face and then saw Dean holding pressure on his shoulder and the blood dripping onto the floor. His confusion quickly turned to indignation and concern.

"Dammit, Dean! Why didn't you tell me you were shot?!" Said Sam angrily as he tried to pull back his brother's jacket to examine the source of all the blood but Dean pushed him away.

"Because at the time the odds were a little stacked against us and it didn't matter that I was bleeding unless we found a way out of this place!" Dean snapped back at him a little annoyed that he was being chastised after being shot.

"My hotel isn't far." noted Karen. "We can fix him up there. I'm staying at the Forest Inn."

"Yeah?" Sam laughed. "That's where we're staying too."

"Yes, haha, it's such a coincidence considering it's the only damn motel in town! Now can we get out of here before I bleed to death." grumbled Dean sarcastically, starting to feel a little light-headed now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

Sam got Dean settled into the passenger seat of the Impala and then grabbed the first aid kit from the trunk. He handed Dean some pressure dressings to stem the flow until they could really check him out back at the hotel.

Dean leaned back into the seat attempting to keep the pressure on his shoulder. He rested his head back as Sam climbed into the driver's seat and fired up the car. He grit his teeth against the pressure he had to maintain on his wound while at the same time wondering what kind of answers they could hope to get from this mysterious woman.

Back inside the bar, as soon as soon as the Winchesters and Karen had walked out of the door, the bartender stepped out of the swinging door leading to the back room. His eyes swept the room taking in the five dead bodies on the floor. He looked to the door once more, his eyes flashing to black as he heard the vehicles leave the parking lot and then he vanished.

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Dean was feeling very woozy by the time Sam pulled up to their motel. And as Sam helped him from the car, Karen pulled up into the space next to theirs. Dean noted that she drove a classic Mustang and was really starting to think that he could like this girl, when Sam finally got the door unlocked and pulled him inside the room. Karen followed them into their room, shutting the door behind them.

"I've got a kit in my room a few doors down if you need anything."

"Nah, we're okay. I keep our kit pretty well stocked. This isn't the first time Dean's been shot." joked Sam settling Dean into one of the kitchen chairs.

"You're hilarious, Sammy." Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the kitchen table and took a few swigs before allowing Sam to examine him.

Sam helped Dean ease off his jacket and caught his breath when he saw how blood-soaked Dean's shirts were. The outer shirt was a little tougher to get off as it was sticky with blood. Sam took out his knife and cut away the once-white t-shirt in order to get a good look at his brother's shoulder. The bullet hadn't passed all the way through. Which meant it was still lodged in Dean's shoulder…..and it was going to have to come out.

Dean watched his brother pull the tweezers out of the kit and Dean took another couple of swigs from the bottle in his hand, knowing that this next part was going to hurt like hell.

Sam doused the tweezers with alcohol before getting a good grip on Dean's shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

"Just do it already, Sam."

Sam plunged the tips of the tweezers deep into the bullet wound and felt his brother go rigid. But he kept pushing farther until he felt them scrap against the metal of the bullet. Dean pounded the fist of his other hand on the table and let out a deep groan as Sam had to maneuver the tweezers to get a good grip on the bullet. Finally, feeling the tweezers grasp the ridges of the bullet, he expertly eased the bullet from his brother's shoulder as a small cry escaped Dean. As soon as the tweezers were clear of the wound, Dean slouched into his chair, panting heavily from the pain. Sam applied some more gauze to slow the blood flow while fishing for the needle and thread in the kit. But Karen was already there with the needle treaded and ready to go. Sam watched as Dean chugged another couple of swigs straight from the bottle and noticed that his brother's eyes had started to glaze over just slightly.

Once Sam was satisfied that the bleeding had slowed enough he started sewing.

Just then Dean piped up, "So, in way of distraction. Weren't you going to tell us just who the heck you are?"

"I'm pretty sure I just saved your lives back there, so you first." She replied crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, I'm still Dean and this is my brother Sam…"

"Winchester" they both answered at the same time. Dean flicked an annoyed look in his brother's direction as his brother tied off his first stitch.

"So you guys are the Winchesters?!" Karen stated with an impressed look on her face.

"Your turn." Said Dean, only a little surprised that she recognized the name.

Karen grabbed the whiskey bottle from Dean and poured herself a glass before answering,

"My name is Karen Colt."

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"Colt…as in Samuel Colt?" asked Sam, shocked as all get out.

"Yes, he was my many, many greats grandfather."

"I didn't even know that Samuel Colt had any kids." questioned Sam.

"It wasn't a well-known fact. He had too many enemies." Sighed Karen. "My entire family has been hunters for as far back as I can remember. Generations. My family usually ended up marrying other hunters, having kids…always keeping the bloodline going. I have two older brothers; Hayden is the oldest and then Tucker and then me. But me, my brothers and my mom and dad, we all hunt. Sometimes together and sometimes me and my brothers go off on our own job. But we always end up back together. We have a home base in Texas. I've got a couple aunts and uncles and cousins as well but we don't see each other much."

"That's a lot of family. And you're all hunters?" clarified Sam.

"Yes, all of us." answered Karen.

Sam finished off the last stitch in Dean's bullet wound and then started to clean the remaining blood from his brother's shoulder.

"Okay, so where did you get that gun?" continued Sam while applying Neosporin to the stitches and covering it with a pad of gauze before taping it down.

"And where can I get one?" asked Dean speaking up for the first time since Karen started telling her story.

Karen chuckled a little. "You can't….at least not yet. It's a bit of a long story but I can tell you that I'm pretty sure those demons were after me…because of this gun." She pulled the gun out again and laid it on the table for the boys to see.

"This used to be my grandfather's gun. He loved this thing. He's the one who did all the engraving and detail on it. He was an amazing gunsmith, my grandpa."

"So he made the gun?" asked Sam still a little confused.

"He made the gun itself, but not to kill demons."

"Okay, I'm really lost now." Said Dean sagging against the back of the chair, the whiskey finally kicking in and masking the majority of the pain.

"Sorry. I'll start at the beginning." Stated Karen, refilling her glass before pulling up a chair at the table. "Samuel Colt's secret has been lost for a long, long time. We always knew that he had written in one of his journals about the process in which he created the first demon-killing Colt. But for as far back as any of us can remember, nobody knew where that journal was. About six months ago, my family went up north to clear out an old family property in Wyoming. I was in the barn, messing around with my brothers when Tucker fell through some rotted wooden boards in the floor. Down there we discovered an old, hidden library and the missing journals."

"So hold on! You guys know how Samuel Colt made the original, demon-killing Colt?!" excitement lighting up Sam's face as he spoke.

"Yes."

"So how come we aren't all swimming in demon-killing guns now? I mean, that's a pretty important discovery to keep to yourselves!" Dean stated, raising his voice in indignation.

"Look, the conditions under which the gun has to be made are very specific. We weren't even sure it was going to work!" Karen answered.

"What are the conditions?" asked Sam

"The guns have to be blessed using very specific materials and very powerful spells. And it can only be done when a comet passes across the sky on the night of an eclipse."

"Like three months ago!" noted Sam.

Dean threw Sam a questioning look.

"It was in the newspaper, Dean." Sam answered rolling his eyes at his brother. "Remember back in April, that night that things went all wacadoodle with the werewolf we were hunting? That was the night of the eclipse."

Karen cut in, trying to continue her explanation.

"Halley's Comet is passing by this year and yes, there was an eclipse in April. So we called up my aunt and uncle and they came with my two cousins, Henri and Ariana. We have an old family friend who is a witch, a very old witch. She said that she would be willing to help us with the spells. It takes an awful lot of mojo to make even one gun but with Greta's help we figured that we would be able to make four. So we used four of my grandpa's favorite guns. All Colt .45 semi-automatic pistols, similar to this one. The bullets were made of blessed silver and those can be made anywhere, anytime. It's the guns that are limited. The eclipse came and we started. But I guess the other side found out about what we were doing. I don't know how, maybe they sensed the mojo or something. But just as we finished, they attacked. Demons. At least twenty of them. They were everywhere and we were hugely outnumbered. I don't even know how they broke past the wards, it all happened so fast."

Karen paused to take a couple of breaths as tears started to burn at the back of her eyes. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and then continued.

"Next thing I know, my parents were yelling for me and my brothers to take the guns and run. Me, Tucker and my cousins, we all grabbed the guns and headed for the back door while our parents and Hayden tried to hold them off long enough for us to get out. We made it out the back and we ran for one of the pickups. Henri was driving and me and Tucker had just jumped into the bed of the truck when Hayden came sprinting out the back door with demons hot on his tail. I tried to cover him but I didn't have a clear shot and I couldn't risk hitting him. They shot him in the back and he just dropped. I tried to climb out of the truck to get to him but Tucker pulled me back in and was screaming at me that he was already dead and for Henri to drive."

The tears were building in her eyes and the boys could hear the emotion coming through as her voice cracked. They sat in silence as she finished her story.

"As soon as we left the drive, we saw the barn go up in flames, demon fire, with our entire family still inside." At that statement, a single tear slid down her cheek. Dean placed his right hand on her shoulder. She let it remain there for a couple of seconds but then shook it off, sitting up straighter in her chair and wiping her face.

"So how did you end up out here all by yourself? Where are your brother and your cousins?" asked Sam, worried about the answer he might get.

"We drove as far as we could away from there before we had to stop for gas. After that we decided that the best thing for us to do would be to split up because it would be harder for them to track us that way. Before we split, Tucker showed us that he had grabbed the journal along with his gun. Halley's Comet is still around and there is another eclipse in September. It will be cutting it close but the timing holds up and we thought we might be able to pull it off if we can each gather all we need by then."

"Hold on!" said Dean putting up his hand. "Are you saying that you can make more guns?"

"Yes. We each have a copy of the ritual and spells and we made a pact before we split up." Karen had that determined look on her face again. "To create as many guns as we each could and arm as many hunters as possible and kill those bastards."

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A/N: And there you go! A nice long chapter with lots of answers! And this is the reason I chose this title since "A turn of the tides" means "a complete change or reversal of circumstances". But bear with me, it's not going to be an easy road and there's lots of action to come yet! So strap in and hold on to your hats!