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Chapter 37

A few hours passed and Ellen still hadn't heard from Bill again. She sat at the bar talking with Bobby and Mary while Dean took on the challenge of playing one of the arcade shooter games with his one good arm. Sam, who had been sitting and thinking to himself, decided to try his hand at pool. After a few lousy rounds of shooting at computer animals, Dean turned defeated from the machine and watched his brother. Unable to take it anymore, he made his way over to him.

"Dude, you suck," Dean commented.

"Thanks," Sam replied shortly.

"Here, grab me a stick will ya? Let me show you how it's done."

"The one armed man is going to teach me how to play pool?" The younger man remarked raising an eyebrow amused.

"Just shut up and fork one over." Dean opened and closed his hand that was outstretched towards his sibling. Sam obeyed and handed him a pool cue, watching him curiously. "It would be easier if I didn't have this damn sling," Dean said glaring accusingly at his arm. "Ok so grab your stick and hold it like this," he directed positioning his own in his hand before checking to see if Sam was mirroring him. "No not quite more like-see how I'm holding it? Or you can use your thumb like this. Yeah that's better. Ok now see where that solid orange ball is?" Dean jerked his head towards the object.

"Yeah."

"Watch." It was a struggle with the lack of both hands reaching where he needed them to and with only one having the full strength needed, but Dean lined himself up and took the shot. The cue ball shot off and smacked into the orange one which rolled, falling into the left hand pocket furthest from him.

"Wow," Sam admired. "Where did you learn that?"

"The guys at the shop taught me. They use to invite me to their pool night on Wednesdays." The elder man glared back down at his arm. "I can't wait to get this thing off. That could have been a much better shot. Alright, your turn." Dean watched as Sam positioned himself behind the cue ball and eyed the table before him looking for his best move. Finally he settled on one and brought his pool stick down and aimed it. "No remember hold-yeah, there you go you got it." Sam concentrated and then slid the cue to meet the ball. Like Dean's, it hit it and sent the white ball flying in the direction of the purple striped ball Sam had been eyeing. It tapped it and the ball rolled slightly towards the right side pocket and bumped a yellow striped ball. Both stripes were only inches from their goal destination. Dean's eyes grew wide and a proud smile shone on his face. "Nice one Sammy! Beginners luck looks good on you." Sam smiled sheepishly. "Now when I'm back to using both arms, we'll have a real game and you can watch me kick your ass," the elder sibling half teased half boosted. Sam laughed and shook his head.

"Mom Ash called. He wants to know what brand of-" everyone's attention turned towards the new voice in the room. A girl who couldn't be any older than Sam was standing behind the bar next to Ellen. Her dark eyes searched her mother's company with a puzzled expression.

"Jo you remember Bobby Singer? This is his friend Mary Winchester, that tall boy over there is Sam and the other one there is Dean." Ellen explained to her daughter. "Everyone, this is my daughter Jo."

The young woman's eyes fell and lingered on Dean.

"Can I help you sweetheart?" He asked with a tom cat smile.

Jo's cheeks turned red but she kept her voice strong as she replied, "I'm good, thanks."

"Anytime." The elder Winchester winked and Ellen's daughter quickly looked away, returning her attention back to her mother who had been staring down Mary's oldest.

"What brand of pretzels did you want Ash to get?" She asked trying to keep her eyes from sliding back towards the eldest brother.

"Cheapest one is fine."

Jo nodded then turned to address the hunter sitting next to her mother. "Nice to see you Bobby."

"You to Jo."

The girl smiled at Mary, then turned and hurried out of the room. Dean's eyes followed her as she went.

"Could you be anymore of a dog, Dean?" Sam asked low enough for only his sibling to hear. The elder brother smirked and shrugged.

"What? It's not my fault I'm the hotter brother," he teased. The younger man rolled his eyes.

"Yeah well, I'd watch out for Ellen if I were you. She's been eyeing you like a hawk since we got here."

"I'm not worried about mama bear," Dean replied. His gaze slid pass his brother and found the dark eyes of their host glaring back. He grinned and then dropped his eyes to the floor. Sam stifled a laugh.

"Right," the twenty two year old remarked smugly.

Before anyone could do or say anything else, the front door opened and a tall man entered. He was maybe a few inches taller than Sam but with more muscle. He wore his sandy hair short with a matching in color mustache and beard. Ellen jumped from her seat, rushed over, and threw her arms around him.

"Bill! Thank God!"

Dean's eyes grew wide as he stared at the man who Ellen had called Bill and gulped.

"That's her husband?"

Sam leaned towards Dean once more so that his ears were the only ones that could hear him."What's wrong? You scared of papa bear?" He mocked. The elder brother didn't answer, only continued to stare.

"Daddy!" Jo came zipping in, her long blonde hair flying behind her. The giant man smiled and pulled her into a hug. "I'm so glad you're back."

"Me too," he answered looking from his wife to his daughter. His eyes fell on Bobby and his expression grew serious. "Bobby, thank God you're here. I'm assuming Ellen called you and told you."

The two hunters shook hands. "Not everything, just that you'd got news of Elkins. I'm assumin' by the lack of company he's no longer with us." Bill hung his head. Ellen placed a supportive hand on her husband's shoulder and Jo wrapped an arm around him.

"I tried to get there as fast as I could, but I wasn't fast enough."

"Don't blame yourself Bill, it wasn't your fault."

"Ellen's right. Oldest rule of huntin', you can't save everyone," Bobby said reassuringly.

"Doesn't make it any less painful. He was a good man, a good hunter."

"That he was."

"The place was destroyed, and Elkins was...he was dead when I got there. I found a nest of fangs all feasting on the guy like a thanksgiving turkey, but that's not all I found." Bill pulled a gun from the inside of his pocket and showed it to his friend. Both brothers joined them, peering down at the weapon Bill was holding. Bobby gasped with eyes wide.

"Is that the-"

"The Colt, yeah."

"So the old man wasn't talkin' out his ass. He had the damn thing all along."

"He'd been keeping it safe for awhile, all the bullets had been there too."

"Had?"

Bill's features grew heavy and he nodded. "The fangs attacked me, I decapitated a few before I lost the machete and had no choice but to use it."

"How many bullets are left?" Bobby questioned. It took a few moments but finally he was answered.

"One."

Bobby nodded. "At least you were able to make it out. That's what's important."

"I thought the Colt was just a legend," Mary replied in disbelief

"Mind cluing us in on what's so special about this thing?" Dean spoke up. Everyone turned to look at him and Sam.

"The Colt and thirteen bullets were made by gunman Samuel Colt the same night as the Alamo back in 1835. He made it for a hunter who used it about a half dozen times before both he and the weapon disappeared. It's said that this gun can kill anything, including creatures that are normally immune to any kind of weapon."

Dean's eyes grew wide as he stared at the item before him. It was a beautiful piece of weaponry. On the barrel was an inscription of some words in a language he didn't recognize and on the handle there was a carving of a pentagram, or more appropriately, a devil's trap.

"What does the barrel say?"

"Non timebo mala. I will fear no evil." The elder sibling turned incredulously to look at Sam who shrugged. "I took Latin in school for a semester," he explained. A light went on in the twenty two year old's brain and he felt his heartbeat pick up in realization. "Wait, you said this gun can kill anything, right? Including things that usually can't be killed by a weapon?" Bobby nodded. "Like the yellow eyed demon?" Everyone fell silent with their eyes fixed on the youngest Winchester.

"Yellow eyed demon?" Ellen was the first to speak, her features twisted in confusion.

"Sam-" the elder hunter started.

"Bobby we can end that thing! We just need another trap to-"

"Are you out of your God damn mind?!" His friend roared. Mary looked over at him with a scowl, but stayed silent. "'That thing' is likely more powerful than anything any of us have come across. No one's even heard of a demon with yellow eyes! They're either black or if it's a crossroads demon, it's red. As it is you don't want to mess with either of those, especially not a crossroads. They'll make you an offer you can't refuse, but when yer bill comes due, you'll be sorry. Now think about this demon and what we know about it. It's clearly Big Daddy Demon, right hand man to Lucifer, and you should at least have an idea by now what he's capable of! Look what a pissant like Brady could do! And you want to go after the thing that's made itself General?!"

"Bobby has a point," Dean chimed in. "I mean we don't know the full extent of what he can do, but we know it's pretty powerful." Nothing his brother or friend said seemed to matter at that moment to Sam.

"I get what you're saying, but this colt is the only thing we know can kill this demon. He has to be stopped." His hazel eyes turned pleading as he locked his gaze with the hunter's. "Please Bobby, you heard what Tom said about what he's doing to people like me, what our purpose is. We can't let that happen. We can't let the devil walk the earth. We can't let him wear one of us and use us to hurt who knows how many or commit who knows what crimes. Please." Bobby sighed.

"Sam, we don't even know if this will kill the demon. It's legend."

"It killed those vampires right? And normally bullets don't kill them, only decapitation does. You told us that, remember?"

"Yeah but-"

"Please Bobby, we've gotta try."

"What if it doesn't work? What then?" Dean asked. "Then we'd be standing there with a demon and no way to protect ourselves or kill the fucker."

"We'll think of something, a back up plan. I'm not saying we go in half-cocked, I'm just saying this may be our chance to stop him and prevent my and the other 'special children's' destiny."

"You lost me. What about the devil?" Ellen butted in. "And special children?"

"It's uh, it's kind of a long story," Sam started uncomfortably.

"It's also not really any of your business," Dean remarked defensively.

"Dean!" Mary scolded.

"Your brother mentioned the devil walking the earth, it's everybody's God damn business," their host snapped back. "Not to mention you're currently under my roof so I suggest you watch your tone with me." The two glared at one another awhile longer before Dean shifted his gaze to his mother. Mary shook her head giving him a disapproving stare of her own. Her eldest turned around and stormed out of the room back towards the car.

"I'm so sorry about that. Dean isn't always really open to people he doesn't know very well," Mary apologized.

"I understand that, I have that problem myself. But he better watch who he's snapping at."

"Well," Bill sighed and handed the Colt to Bobby, "it's yours. Elkins wanted you to have it."

"How do you know that?"

"Found a scribbled piece of paper. I think he knew his time was short, probably was in the middle of finishing his last wishes before...you know?"

Bobby nodded taking the gun ans weighing it in his hand. "I'm sorry I had to use it. I wish I could say they were all put to good use, but there were a few stray shots."

"It was you or them, I woulda done the same thing. Don't beat yerself up over it. We still have one."

Sam turned away from the rest of the group, running his hands through his hair as he did. The hunters talked some more and Sam made his way out through the front door. He found his brother leaning on the hood of the Roadrunner with a pensive look on his face. Noticing that he was no longer alone, he pushed himself from the car and started walking down the road.

"Dean," Sam called out.

"Go away Sam," Dean shot back over his shoulder.

"Dean come on." The younger brother was in front of his sibling in only a few strides, blocking his way.

"I'm not in the mood," he warned.

"I know you have trust issues, but these are good people. They're friends of Bobby. We can trust them."

"It's not like we're trusting them to watch the house while we're gone or hold on to something for us. We're talking about you, Sam."

The younger man tilted his head befuddled. "What? This has nothing to do with me."

"It has everything to do with you," he countered raising his voice slightly. "There's some messed up shit going on with you. The visions, the connection to the yellow eyed demon, the 'special children' thing, the whole destiny lineup. You're a vessel for freaking Lucifer, Sam. The devil himself. And you think that it's a good idea to be sharing this with people we only met today?" It was silent between them as Sam processed everything Dean had said. Seeing the crumbled look on his brother's face, the twenty six year old's expression grew soft. "I just-I want you to be ok, Sammy. I'm already worried about demons knowing and coming after you, I don't want to add hunters to that list. I can't trust that they will be as understanding about whatever's going on with you as Bobby."

Sam's voice was gentle as he spoke, "Bobby trusts the Harvelle's, I trust Bobby. Now I'm asking you to trust me."

Dean huffed and looked directly into Sam's eyes. "Fine. But if something goes wrong, I owe you the biggest I told you so in the history of I told you so." The younger man scoffed.

"Deal."

As they both turned to head back in, Sam suddenly dropped to his knees. His hands were pressed to his forehead as he screamed out in pain.

"Sam?!" The twenty two year old didn't respond or even make any acknowledgement that he had heard him. Dean dropped to one knee so that he matched his brother. Sam removed his hands, his eyes were staring at something his sibling couldn't see and he was panting heavily. "Sammy? You ok?"

Finally hazel met green and he managed to catch his breath and speak.

"The yellow eyed demon...I think he's close!"

SparksFlyAngel: Yes I'm sorry I posted so late. I had a rough night the night before and I had a hard time sleeping so I didn't end up fully waking up until later. Lol aw, yeah I guess they kinda were like babies. Yes, Mary has grown fawned of Bobby and likes how much he's cared for her and her boys. I guess I haven't really explored the interaction between the two that much really so far. Thank you as always for your awesome review!