"Yes, the plan" Erin looked at them "It's obvious now Dean's awake and the Demon slowly is regaining his strength, we have to do something more than hide. The Colt is as safe as it can be for the time being, but with just one bullet, well, the chances of killing it off are pretty slim"

"Well, we kinda figured that out too, but short of trying to get back the used bullets and insert them again in the Colt, I don't see a solution" Dean seemed to think about it for a second before adding "That's not the plan, is it? Because I'm telling you I won't go fiddling with a Vampire's dead brain to take of the bullet!"

"That's not the plan, Dean" she sat down on Sam's bed. "Have any of you ever wondered why Samuel Colt was able to create the gun and the bullets?"

"Because either he was a genius or he had sheer luck" Three set of eyes rested on Dean, who simply shrugged on a 'what?' manner.

Erin shook her head before continuing "Nowadays, most of people think Samuel Colt was a very clever man who created his first Colt at a very young age. That's only partially true. The whole truth is that, the first try Samuel Colt did to build a weapon resulted in the explosion of a pavilion of the science institute where he was studying. After this incident, his father, a silk trader sent him to India, expecting his son to forget about that 'stupid ideas about weapons' and continued in the family business. Nobody knows for sure what Colt find out in India, but soon after his return, he made his first gun, and not later after that he made the Colt and the bullets."

Sam looked at Erin "So you believe he found someone in India who told him how to do it?"

"Someone, or something. It's been speculated that Samuel Colt traveled to Tibet while there"

"He wanted to do a little sight-seeing. So what?"

Sam ignored his brother's remark "And it's said Tibet has most of the answers about how suppressing the evil on Earth"

Erin nodded "Tibetan people just decided not to get involved. But if Samuel Colt managed to acquire the knowledge to built a weapon which would destroy all enemies, mortal or supernatural, it's logical to think he'd put all his interest in building it"

"But why would he want to built that weapon? I mean, did he believe in Supernatural beings?"

Erin looked at Sam "This has been a bit of a discussion between the members of the order until another tiny bit of information about Samuel Colt life was uncovered"

"What was that?"

"Apparently, his mother died in tragic circumstances when he was still a baby"

John looked up "A fire?"

Erin nodded "That's what we discovered. We can only formulate theories about all that, but what if his father had seen what had happened and explained it to him? Wouldn't Samuel then try to avenge his mother's dead? Or protect himself and his family about the Supernatural thread now he knew existed?"

The three Winchesters nodded. Dean was the first to talk. "Okay, so we know, or we think, that Samuel Colt made the special Colt out of revenge. How does that help us now? We still only have one bullet"

"That's true. But think about it. Why would Samuel only made thirteen bullets? How could he be sure he wouldn't be needing more of them?"

This time, it was John who answered "Thirteen is a magic charged number. May be whichever incantation he put on the weapon and on the bullets had to do with that"

Erin nodded "But that doesn't explain what he would have done if he had run out of bullets… or if he failed."

"I believe he did. Fail, I mean" All looked at Sam now. "I mean, we know, that the Demon is still alive, that's obvious, and Samuel Colt let the weapon with six bullets still. Sounds to me he died trying to kill the bastard"

"Samuel Colt died at the age of 47. At the time you couldn't consider him young, as we would nowadays, but by no means was he old enough to die from oldness. So that's as much a good guess as any other. Anyway, as I was saying, Samuel Colt had to have written somewhere how to produce those bullets, and even how to built another Colt. I doubt very much he wouldn't have let it somewhere for someone to continue with the hunt in case he couldn't"

John frowned "You mean you think we could actually make more bullets?"

Erin shrugged "The Order has not been able to find any traces of those papers, but I also must admit that the resources spent on that quest were minimal. But if you want my opinion, this is the best chance we have."

"So, the plan is to go search for the bullet recipe?" Dean raised his eyebrow. "Recipe that, let me add, we have absolutely no idea of where it is and wait…. United States is a pretty big country…"

"Samuel Colt lived and died in Hartford, Connecticut, where he had his company and his house. I think it's the best place to start searching"

Sam nodded "Before we go there, I'll try and find as much information as I can.. what now?" he asked seeing Erin's expression.

"We can loose more time, Sam, we have to go right now"

"Now, wait a damned minute. We took Dean out of the hospital way to early and now you want us to take him to Connecticut right now? No way"

Erin shot a look at John, hoping she'd find the needed support in the man, but John shook his head "if those papers have been hidden for more than a century, it won't come to a day now, and my son needs the rest"

"Your son is right here and can make his own decisions, you know…"

"Dean, this is not up to you"

"But.."

"Dean."

"Yes, Sir"

Erin shook her head "You don't understand, do you? The Demon won't go after those papers, I doubt very much he knows about its existence… he'll come after you. He knows you still have the Colt and won't rest until he's killed you all and destroyed it. We stay here, it's a matter of hours until he comes banging on that door"

And sure enough, suddenly the door blasted open and two men, with black eyes stood there.

"They can't come in, there's salt sealing the entrance" Sam said, retreating to protect his brother nonetheless.

John and Erin meanwhile took no time in loading a couple of shotguns and shooting the two men squarely in the chest. Erin turned to Sam

"You still remember how to draw that Devil's Trap, right?" At Sam's nod she threw a set of car keys. The grey Chrysler Sebring parked outside is mine. Start drawing it on the truck. I'm gonna go get the Colt while you get ready"

"A Sebring, dude?" Erin couldn't help but smile at Dean's remark and shrugged before adding 'Renting company" and leaving the room. Sam also run from the room and towards the car while John salted a circle around the two men.

"This should keep them in place until we're gone" he turned to his eldest son "Dean… I need to know if you're up to this"

"Truthfully? No. But I'll do it" Dean started to get out of the bed while his father quickly put everything on their bags. Just when he was finishing, Sam appeared at the doorframe and entered the room avoiding the salt circle.

"Done"

"Very good. Sammy, get the bags into the car while I help your brother" Sam nodded and John slide his arm around Dean's waist and help him walk. When they got outside, they saw Erin placing a box on the trunk. John helped Dean to the rear seat of the car before going to sit on the passenger's seat himself. As if on queue, Sam sat next to Dean, who was already with his eyes closed and with a thin sheet of sweat on his frown. Erin turned on the ignition and the car sped from the motel parking lot, not a second too son, since John saw by the rear mirror how the two men they had stunned got up on their feet.

"So… Connecticut, huh? I heard it's nice this time of year…" Sam looked at his brother, but Dean remained with his eyes closed, as he had never spoken at all…

TBC

A/N: I must start writing lines: "I won't promise to update soon and then not do it"… sorry again for the delay :p. Of course, some of the things explained about Samuel Colt are invented, but I've tried to keep a few facts true (like where he lived, when he lived, his travel to India, etc), but if you find out I've messed badly with something, please, feel free to tell me, okay? Oh, and once again, thanks for the reviews:)