ACT THREE

At the Vampire's Nest...

From the trees the Winchesters watch as a eat up Camaro pulls in. A man in a t-shirt, comes out to meet it, holding the door open and shading his eyes from the sun. Another man steps out of the camaro, "I know what time it is."

"Get in."

Dean scoffs from beside Sam, "Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun?"

"Ahh, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn." John informed, "The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day - doesn't mean they won't wake up."

"So I guess walking right in's not our best option?" Dean asked

"Actually, that's the plan."

They walked over to the truck and the impala and started gearing up. John opened up an automatic hidden compartment that slides from the back of his truck. Dean looked over holding up a machete, "Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one."

But John unveils a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder, "I think I'm ok. Thanks."

Dean checked it out, slightly disappointed, "Wow."

Angel shook her head and took the extra one from him putting it back as John turned, "So, you three really wanna know about this Colt?"

Sam looked at him then to his siblings, "Yes sir."

"It's just a story, a legend really. Well I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter..." He looked to them seriously, "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. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say... they say this gun can kill anything."

"Anything… like the demon that killed mom?" Angel asks earning a painful nod from their father

"Yeah, the demon. 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."

Angel swung the machete with a grin, "Then let's get to work, boys."

They walked to the side of the barn and John swung the window inward before disappearing inside, followed by Angel and the boys. They survey the room where the Vamps are sleeping in hammocks and all is quiet. John looks into the stalls as Angel follows Sam and Dean as they make their way through the barn. As Dean passes a hammock he kicks an empty bottle on the ground. It clinks but the vampire doesn't wake.

Sam finds the 911 woman tied up against the pole, sleeping or unconscious. He turned and whispered, "Dean."

Angel, being closest to him, came over and started helping him untie her as Dean looks behind them, "There's more."

"Get them out." Angel instructed as she worked on her knot, "But quietly."

Dean nods and makes his way to a locked metal grid. Inside people are tied up, sleeping or unconscious. There is a lock on the door and grabs a metal hook to break the lock.

Angel looks up sharply at the noise, "I said quietly." They look over to the hammocks but there is no movement, she moves back to working on the knots when the woman tied up against the pole begins to stir.

Sam whispers, "Hey. Hey hey, shh, We're here to help you."

The woman roars, an unearthly roar. Sam rears back, and Angel just barely dodges her when she swings over to her. Dean looks around as the others jerk awake and tense, "Guys!"

There dads voice sounds from the back, "Run! Now!"

The three of them take off, calling to their Dad as they do. The vampires chasing them on their heels. They burst out the barn doors into the daylight and run up the slope to the cars before turning to look back.

"Dad?" Dean yelled but nothing returned, "Dad!"

After a long pause John comes running up the slope. As soon as they see him the three turn to leave, "They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life."

Dean turned at that, "Well what the hell do we do now?"

John looked to him and Angel, "You gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what."

...
Later on in the motel...

Dean and Angel enter, interrupting Sam and Johns moment, "Whew." Dean laughs, "Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys."

John studied them, "Get it?"

Angel grinned taking the Dead Man's Blood out of her pocket and handing it over, "Nothin a little flirting can't take care of."

DEAN fumbles in his pocket, withdrawing a paper bag and from that a bottle full of something red. He hands it to JOHN.

John smiles, proud, setting the bottle down and looking to them knowingly, "You know what to do."

...

Dean and Angel both lean over the open bonnet of the Impala, looking at the engine. A woman's voice sounds behind them, "Car trouble?" They turn to see a blonde smiling over at them, "Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place."

Dean grinned looking from Angel who was glaring back to the woman, "Nah we'll pass. Usually draw the line at necrophilia."

"Oooh." She backhands him and another vamp runs over clutching Angel by the throat as the woman grabs Dean face and lifts him into the air next to her

Angel latched onto the guys arm as she choked, "Jesus. I don't like it this rough, sugar." She choked out sending a worried look to her little brother

Dean grabbed onto the woman vamps wrist, "I don't usually get this friendly until the second date but…"

She smiled, "You know, we could have some fun." She winked over to Angel as well, "I always like to make new friends." lowering him to her level she kisses him, still holding his cheeks tightly.

The other vamp smiles turning to Angel who glared still struggling in the air, "Don't even think about it, Shrek."

Dean scoffs when the seperated, "Oh. Whuf. Sorry. I don't usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity. And uh my sister already has a man so your shit outta luck both ways sweet heart."

An arrow pierces the other vamp's back making him drop Angel who gasped in air and then quickly kicked out so they were separated by more than a few feet. A second later the same happens to the woman who looks down at the point sticking out of her chest, "Dammit." John and Sam emerge from the trees carrying crossbows, "It barely even stings."

John smiled, "Give it time sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you isn't it?" She looks shocked, then wavers and loses consciousness, Dean catching her, "Load her up." He gestures to the other vamp, "I'll take care of this one."

John approaches the other vamp who is sitting groggily on the ground. Raising his machete, he brings it down and instantly decapitated him.