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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the CW. I only own the plot. I'm gonna try to make this different from the actual ep, but I may use some of the lines to make it flow with the series.

It was two hours before Sam and Dean were composed enough to get back to work and were rummaging around the Impala as their father looked through his truck.

"Dad, got an extra machete if you need one," Dean offered.

"I think I'm good, thanks," John stated, taking out a larger one.

"Wow," Dean said. There was a moment of silence

"You boys really wanna know about this colt?" John finally asked.

"Yes, Sir," Sam and Dean chorused.

"It's just a story…a legend, really. Well, I thought it was. I never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter. Back in eighteen-thirty-five, 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. The story goes he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun half a dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Somehow, Daniel got his hands on it. They say---they say this gun can kill anything," John revealed.

"Kill anything? Like, Supernatural anything?" Dean queried.

"Like The Demon," Sam surmised.

"Yes," John responded.

"And these vampires have it?" Sam questioned.

"Unfortunately for us," John confirmed.

"Dang. That's bad," Sam stated.

"Not too bad. We just have to continue following the trail," John assured them. He watched as the boys got more weapons out of the trunk.

"Sam, about Lyle---" John began.

"Don't. Just…don't," Sam interrupted. He didn't want to talk about it. He hadn't even intended for his father to know. It had just come out.

"Sammy, we have to---" John started to say.

"Don't you call me that!" Sam interrupted again, turning around to glare with blazing eyes. "Not right now! Not when---" he cut himself off and stomped towards the Impala.

"Dad, don't---don't take it personally. From the little Sammy told me, Uncle Lyle really did a number on him," Dean said softly. "You're just---you're just gonna have to give him some time," he continued.

"Dean, for what's it's worth, I swear I didn't know anything about it," the older man said, as he opened the door to his truth.

"I know, Daddy." John turned to see his son walking to the Impala. Daddy? Dean hadn't called him that since he was four. The eldest Winchester shook his head to clear it as he climbed into the seat and then started the truck's engine, passing the Impala. I can't believe Lyle betrayed me like this. I can't believe he messed Sammy up so badly, the man thought to himself. Sam didn't say a word as Dean drove down the road. He tried to get the first part of their conversation out of his head. They couldn't worry about stuff like that right now. They had a job to do. They had to find this gun. Dean looked at Sam, who was strangely quiet.

"You all right?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," his brother said softly.

"For---" the older brother prodded.

"For telling. I know you didn't want Dad finding out," Sam said.

"I'm not gonna lie. I wish he hadn't," Dean admitted. Sam looked down. "But Sam, you couldn't keep it in. It was killin' you," Dean continued.

"You can keep quiet," Sam offered.

"What?" Dean asked in surprise.

"About it happening to you. You don't have to tell him. That way he only hates me," Sam said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sammy, Dad does not hate you for this!" Dean hastened to correct.

"You saw how he acted! He could barely look me in the eye when he was tellin' us the history of the colt," Sam pointed out, finally looking back up.

"Dude, you dropped a bomb on him. He was probably in shock," Dean said.

"He was coherent enough to tell us about the colt," Sam disagreed. Dean fell silent. He couldn't really argue with that. What would Dad say if I confessed? Would he blame me? Would he say that I was weak? Dean wondered. In his truck, John was fuming. He wasn't mad, he was furious. Not at Sammy, but at himself. He just couldn't believe that he had failed to see what was happening to one of his boys. Man, I can't believe I was so blind. Why couldn't Sammy just tell me? John thought to himself. Finally, they were at their destination. The hunters each got out of their respective vehicles and hid out of sight and waited. The wait wasn't long. They watched as a man walked out to a farmhouse.

"So, wait. They don't mind the sun?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Hurts like a nasty sunburn, but…like most of the other vampire lore, it's a load of bull," John replied.

"So, I guess bustin' in isn't an option," Dean surmised.

"Actually, that's the plan," John corrected. Minutes later, Dean stood out in the middle of the road with the hood of the Impala up as he made a show of checking the engine.

"Car trouble?" a voice asked. Dean turned to see an attractive woman with dark hair wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Yeah, sort of," he responded.

"I'm Kate. Do you want me to take a look?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead," he invited. She walked up to the car and Dean moved aside. She peered into the car.

"Well, I can't see anything wrong," Kate commented.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. She nodded her confirmation, and then she looked at him.

"How 'bout we go back to my place?" Kate invited.

"Sorry, necrophilia's not really my style," Dean smirked.

"Oooh," Kate said. Then, backhanded him. While Dean was momentarily stunned, Kate grabbed him by the face and shoved him against a wall.

"You know, I don't usually get this close until the second date. And I'm really not the eternity time," Dean managed to squeeze out. Meanwhile, John and Sam were waiting for their move. Suddenly, they heard something behind them. As one, they turned around. A small group of vampires hissed.

"Uh-oh," John said.

"Not good," Sam added.

"Hunters," a vampire snarled. Then, they attacked. John and Dean fought valiantly, but were soon overpowered. Dean fell to the ground, hitting his head. Darkness started to come, but the hunter fought against it.

"Dean!" he heard a voice call from far away.

"Oh, man. Something hit me," Dean moaned, carefully sitting up.

"You all right, son?" John questioned.

"Yes, Sir," Dean responded as he was helped up. Then, "Where's Sammy?"

"I messed up. Big time," John said.

"Dad, what are you saying?" Dean wondered.

"They got Sammy," John replied.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I'm gonna be giving the vampires some more powers than in the actual ep 'cuz I have a certain way I want the fic to go.