A/N
Again… thanks for leaving your comments… thanks to those who just read… you guys rock, though always feel free to leave a word.Again… thanks sifi… need your head at times so glad you're around to fix things up.

I'm trying Sam… I'm trying. John thought to himself as he followed the red truck out of the woods and on to the main road. I did this to you boys, didn't I? He breathed deep, held it, then let it out as a sigh. The life I created for you… I know it wasn't anything close to what you boys deserved…deserve!… and now they are coming for you, Sam… my boy… I got to fix this… I WILL fix this Sam… if it is the last thing I do I will!

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Where are we? John pulled up behind the truck and watched as Daniel stepped out of his car motioning John to do the same and follow. They had been on the road for almost an hour before they pulled into the woods again and drove about forty five more minutes deeper and deeper until the road almost disappeared before they had ended up where they were now. A cabin more run down than the one they had left a few hours back, trees hovering over it almost camouflaging it from everything and anything.

"Where are we?" The question snuck itself out, John not even aware that he had asked as he searched the territory with his eyes for anything that would give him a feeling of something not being as they should.

"We're going to meet another hunter." Daniel motioned John to lead the way up the path that led around the main part of the cabin. "He's been in the game longer than anyone I have ever met and outlived most creatures that have found them selves walking this earth and in his way… kind of a retired war veteran I guess." Daniel smiled and motioned for John to continue walking up to what seemed to be a shed.

The more John looked around the surrounding area he noticed several symbols carved into trees and for what he could recognize most of it was for protection and his mind went to thoughts of a future… a future he'd never really bothered to think about before.

Wow… He sighed, turning around with his back against the door looking into the woods as he heard Daniel knock twice behind him. A lifetime…His eyes moved from the deep blackness behind the trees over to some of the symbols that he didn't recognize. There were more sigils he didn't find familiar than ones he did and he knew that even though he had picked up a lot of information, tricks and knowledge over the years he'd been in the game, he didn't even know a small fraction of this universe that he existed in.

A lifetime of hunting… wow… He sighed again. He had never thought about the fact that this would most likely be his future in the end. His future had always been driven by revenge and until he got his revenge, he would kill whatever stood in his way. What would happen after that had never even crossed his mind and now that he saw how cut off and closed in this person lived… the cold, hard fact struck him that his future, his kids future, might end up closed in at some place where nothing would come in uninvited, an exile from the rest of the world and all the enemies that had been created in the span of a human life.

"John?" Daniel's voice sounded and John turned towards it. He followed after Daniel into the shed. Halfway inside, just as he reached for the doorknob to close it, something caught his eyes and although he couldn't determine what it was, he suddenly started to feel that something was wrong. With a frown on his face John let his eyes quickly search the surroundings before he sighed, shrugged, locked the door then followed the sound of what seemed to be friendly banter in the other room.

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"Stuart, this would be John Winchester." Daniel motioned both men to greet. "John, this is Stuart Hayward and if there is anyone I know that can help you, it is this man." He gave his friend a pat on the shoulder before he backed out a few paces giving the two men room to talk.

"I hear you are looking for the Colt?" Stuart started right away, no 'hi how are you' or 'would you like any coffee'. John nodded and smiled vaguely, glad that he didn't have to explain anything or that they would waste time on pointless 'friendliness'.

This unknown man turned and started to move around the room as if he was looking for something and John followed closely as he took in the details of the room as well. It was poorly lit and even though John had thought that this was just a shed and the other building would be the main living quarters, it seemed like this was where this man spent most of his time. The inside was much like the outside with protection symbols systematically carved into the walls and in the ceilings though again John felt that something wasn't adding up. He let his gut feeling go for now and watched as the man walked past several bookshelves before he stopped and pulled out an old book that looked like it had been gathering dust for a lifetime.

"Colt… Colt… Colt… Samuel Colt, here we go." Stuart said from the other side of the room causing John to rapidly move himself over to his side, hovering over his shoulders to glance at the book.

"What you got?" John said impatiently craving the information he was after.

"Not much… Uhm…" Stuart huffed then turned towards John. "I think we should head downstairs. If I am not mistaken I should have some old books buried down there that might give you the information you want... or some of it."

John agreed and they moved over to where Daniel was standing checking out some of the old spell books.

"Daniel, would you mind fixing us up with some drinks? I got a full whisky bottle at the house and in the meantime John and I will head downstairs." Stuart asked and Daniel agreed with a nod and headed for the other building, leaving John with Stuart.

"So, would you give me a hand?" Stuart asked as he placed himself before one of the bookshelves in the room.

"Sure, what do I do?" Secret room? So very cliché…

"Just grab a good hold of the side right there and pull it towards you."

As both men used all of their power the bookshelf came loose revealing the stairs.

"Follow me, though watch the rats." Stuart grinned then led the way down into the dark with John at his heels. The darkness felt thick around John as he followed the veteran almost blindly, guided mostly by sound and the dark outlines of the man in front of him, through the pitch black underground feeling the walls close in on him.

"We're here" Stuart's voice said and the lights came on revealing a huge underground room that made John speechless. Two of the walls were completely filled up with books; most of them looked as if they had been gathering dust for decades. One wall was filled with a great selection of arsenal; guns, knives, grenades pretty much everything imaginable. The last wall had two refrigerators, one freezer and three cabinets that John assumed held bullets for the firearms.

"Wow" John said after he had let himself spin 720 degrees feeling like a kid at a toy store who wanted every single toy there.

"I know… a nice playground right?" Stuart grinned then moved over to one of the bookshelves. He grabbed a huge book, blew the dust off, and then put it gently down on one of the two tables that were placed in the middle of the floor.

"You got it?" John asked and moved towards Stuart.

"As far as I know this holds all the information that there is about the colt." Stuart said as he turned the pages of what seemed to be a journal made many years ago, until John slammed his hand down on a page feeling instinct take over and as he moved his hand a picture of a colt revolver was revealed.

John took the book away from Stuart and started to read as he slid the book over to one of the chairs and sat himself down, carefully studying all the information there was about the gun.

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Spear's log

Date: April 10th - 1904

Again I am writing here… It feels stupid though I am thinking that this is the only way that I can keep my head clear and my mind sane. It's been 27 years since my family was taken from me… My god I miss you, honey… you and little Isabel. I am lost without and I am ashamed that you are looking down at me from the skies to see what I have become. I am going after the Bogyman, honey… that is not real… how can this be real… I don't believe it but still I live in this life. This is not a life… this is not living… this is being a slave to revenge. My god I miss you girls… how I love you… I will be with you soon… there are just a few things I have to do and I will be with you… I promise.

End log

John looked blindly down at the words letting them sink in. Then he rapidly flipped pages until something caught his eye.

Spear's log

Date: April 27th - 1904

I've made headway in the search for the revolver. Would you believe that I ran into Vampires today… Vampires… I know it sounds surreal, but then again… everything I do is as surreal as it possible could be. Anyway… I captured a few of them… they knew about the revolver… It seems that it has been missing since the day Samuel Colt died on the 10th of January, 1862. I am starting to question the man I am making this search for. This revolver seem to hold much more power than what I have been told and I am not sure that if I do find it, I will trust anyone else with it. That is probably the reason why it has not been seen since '62. I want to leave it alone, but with the information that I have, I am thinking that I can use it for my advantage. I can end this; I can get my revenge, though I am afraid of what it might do to me. What I have found out is this:

The revolver was made and owned by Samuel Colt who also made thirteen silver bullets belonging to it to fight off the worst off evil that walked the earth. It is said that these bullets can kill absolutely anything as well as it is some kind of key. I have no idea about the key part but I know that it worries me… As far as I know at least half a dozen of the bullets have already been used which leave me with seven… Seven should be more than enough for me…I only need one… after that I don't care… The side of the gun is inscribed with the phrase 'non timebo mala' which means…

"Fear no evil" John whispered the words as a cold shiver shot up his spine.

Note to self:

Vampires do not die from sunlight though it appears to sting them like a nasty sunburn… very good for torture though! Rumor also states that dead mans blood is lethal to them and decapitation is a sure way to go… heh… that is always a sure way to go.

I need to find this revolver!

End log

John tapped the page reading the facts about the revolver over and over studying it, learning it, memorizing it. Again he flipped through several pages stopping when his eyes fell on what he'd hoped would be there.

Spear's log

Date: …doesn't matter anymore…

I found it… I found it today… I will be with you shortly honey… I will meet you and Isabel at the golden gates… just a few more days now… a few days and it will be over…

John flipped through the rest of the book rapidly looking for more information about the colt though the book held nothing more than blank pages. That's it? He thought as he noticed the silence in the room. As he slowly turned his head trying to locate Stuart, the sound of an empty bottle hitting a human skull rang in his ears seconds before he felt himself being thrown towards the bookshelves, causing several books fall.

Pinned to the wall, John shook his head and looked over at Stuart who sat slanted in a chair a few feet away from him. John tried to sound out a word though it came out as mumble.

"What's that?" Stuart asked rising up from his chair moving towards John.

"CHRISTO!" John growled steering into Stuarts eyes watching as he flinched and his eyes turned pitch black.

A/N
Yeah again… I know it is short… but the breaks in the story are good…
Next chapter I do promise that I will bring you some action and whiskey… Also not trying to post on Fridays and Saturdays cus want people to get their weekends… but we are closing inn on the end…

Thanks again people…

Cat