Chapter 2

The bar was bustling on a Saturday night and Storm was kept busy serving the customers. She walked from one end of the bar to the others, serving ice cold beer or the harder stuff if you were inclined to partake. She was in a good mood since Breeze was coming to visit for a couple of days. Breeze had worked her schedule so she could have Monday off and was leaving after dinner that day. It worked out well since she lived a little over an hour from the bar.

Storm kept an eye on the door and grinned widely when Breeze strolled in and made her way toward the bar.

"Hey Sis, you've got a crowd tonight," Breeze greeted her, giving her a warm hug.

"Glad you got here okay Bree and yeah, I think everyone decided to come out tonight," Storm replied sitting more beers on the bar for a customer.

"Let me put my bag behind the bar and I'll start busing the tables."

"Don't feel obligated to do that unless you really want to."

"I don't mind helping out. It'll make the time go by faster if I stay busy." Breeze put her bag on a shelf under the bar and put on an apron before picking up the gray tub and heading out into the room to gather the empties and trash. She spoke when spoken to by a few customers who remembered her from the other times she helped Storm.

When the tub was full, Breeze took it to the back and quickly sorted empties and trash to be taken out. She headed back into the bar and accepted a glass of ice water from Storm. The coldness revived her, and she shivered slightly before sipping some more. She wiped her face on a towel and went back out into the room to continue her cleaning.

The time did pass quickly, and Storm ushered the last of the patrons out of the bar and locked the door behind them. Breeze had already cleared the bathrooms and was putting the chairs on the tables so they could go ahead and sweep and mop. It didn't take them long to finish with the basic cleaning and resupplying the bathroom. Once they were done, Storm and Breeze headed upstairs to the apartment.

"Man, that was a busy night," Storm sighed as she let them into the apartment. "Want a cup of tea?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Let me put my bag in the bedroom and I'll help."

"Why don't you start the water and I'll grab a quick shower?"

"No problem; I can do that." Breeze went down the hall to the spare bedroom and left her bag before heading back to the kitchen to start the water for tea.

By the time Storm was done with her shower and walked back into the living room, Breeze had their teas made and had it and a plate of cookies sitting on the coffee table waiting on her.

"Thanks Bree, I feel human again," Storm sighed as she plopped down beside her and picked up her cup. She blew across the top and carefully sipped a little seeing Breeze had cooled it down so they could drink it. "Have you heard from Sam lately?"

"Yes, he called today, well, I guess it's yesterday now."

"And…How are things going between you two?" Storm asked in a curious voice.

"Good, I think. We talked over two hours. I grilled him with some questions that came up when I was researching about the supernatural. He told me about what happened on the last hunt. Have you talked to Dean?"

"He should be calling tonight probably if they're through with the hunt."

"Did you know their father showed up in Colorado too?"

"Crap! No! How did Sam sound to you?"

"What do you mean? Is there something I don't know? I mean Sam did sort of sound a little distracted, like he had other things on his mind now that I think about it."

"You should ask Sam when you talk to him next. I don't want to overstep or lose Sam's trust by talking about him."

"That's fine, I'll try to get him to talk to me."

"Don't push too hard or he might shut you out. Both of them can close themselves off quicker than you can snap your fingers. They are complicated and complex, and you need to go slow sometimes, but believe me, it's worth the effort. I wouldn't trade anything in the world for my time with Dean."

"I feel the same way about Sam. I haven't known him that long, but I see something special in him and I want to get to know everything about him. I think I'm hooked."

"I'm glad because Sam needs someone like you in his life. You're good for him. I'm pretty sure he's in love with you. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you."

"Really?" Breeze asked wishfully. "I think I'm falling for him too. Sam said they were dealing with a nest of vampires. It still sounds crazy when I say that out loud. It blew my mind to find out those things are real."

"Yeah, it did take a little getting used to it when I found out about all that stuff too."

"Did Dean tell you about the supernatural?"

"No, actually I sort of started reading their Dad's journal and needless to say he wasn't too happy with me, but we got past that, and he told me what they did and what's out there."

"Wow, that would be interesting reading, I'm sure. Do the guys keep journals too?"

"They do. They document each hunt so they will have references to refer to. I got a glance at Dean's once; that's something they don't share, not even with each other. It's sort of their private diary, I guess."

"That's strange. I guess all hunters must keep a journal. Wonder what happens to them if something happens to the hunter."

"I don't know, I'll ask Dean. Speak of the devil, I bet that's Dean calling me now," Storm noted getting up to get her cell that was ringing.

"I'm going to head on to bed. Tell Dean hello for me," Breeze told her getting up to take her cup to the kitchen and headed to the bathroom first and then the spare bedroom.

"Okay, see you in the morning," Storm called as she answered her cell. "Hello."

"Who you talking to Babe?" Dean asked. "Your Dad or Breeze?"

"Bree is over for the weekend to visit. She said to tell you hello."

"Right back at her. How are things going with you?"

"Tired, it was a busy night tonight. Which is good, helps pay the bills. Bree said she talked to Sam and your Dad is with you."

"Yeah, he showed up in Manning. He saw the same article we did about Elkins' death. It was vampires that killed him. I didn't even know there were still any around. I haven't heard any other hunters talking about running across vamps in years."

"You guys are okay, right?"

"Yes, it's all good. Dad's a good tracker and we took care of most of them, and Dad found what he wanted."

"Back up a bit, I am missing something here. What are you talking about?"

"Elkins had this gun made by Samuel Colt. He was a hunter in his day. Dad told us there were always rumors floating around in the hunting community about the gun. Colt made it for a hunter back in 1835, when Halley's Comet was overhead and the same day all those men died at the Alamo. It has supernatural powers. Colt made thirteen bullets for the gun and this hunter used half a dozen. It vanished when the hunter did. Most didn't think it existed, but Dad has been hunting for it for years, following leads and everything. Supposedly, it can kill anything supernatural. We know it can kill vampires. Dad shot one with it."

"Samuel Colt knew about the supernatural? Wow, that's a surprise. What are you guys doing now?"

"We're going to work with Dad and help him."

"How's Sam doing with that?"

"He's already bristling and fighting with Dad," Dean sighed like he was already exhausted from trying to keep the peace. "I swear it's like they can't be in the same room without harsh words being exchanged. I was hoping this time it might be different."

"Maybe I'll call him later and see if he needs to talk," Storm mumbled more to herself than Dean.

"Wouldn't hurt. You've always had a way of calming him down."

"I do. Do I have that same effect on you Babe?"

"Always. You're my anchor and lover, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my shining light when things get dark and bad. You see the good in me, when I can't, and I love you for it."

"You do know how to make a woman feel special Babe and I love you too, so much."

"It may be a while before we can get back by since we're helping Dad. I miss you and I'll let you know what's going on."

"I miss you too and I'll be here waiting for you. You know this is your home too now."

"Thanks Babe. Bye Stormy."

"Bye Dean."

Storm hung up and hugged the cell to her chest as she thought of Dean letting out a slow, even breath. She hated to hear it would be a while before they could visit. She thought about what Dean had told her about this gun he called the Colt and decided to do some research on it.

She yawned and headed to the bathroom to do her routine. She stepped into the bedroom and pulled the covers down and slipped between the sheets. Storm pulled Dean's pillow to her and cuddled it as she closed her eyes and pretended it was him. Her mind drifted away as sleep overtook her and she flew to the land of dreams.


A/N: So, the brothers are working with their father and now he has the Colt. Things are not going to go as planned of course, you know me. How will the girls figure into the story, we shall see. Thanks for coming along on this journey with me. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC