Dean kept looking down at the gun in the seat next to him. He hadn't seen The Colt in over a year and had given of all hope of finding it. A few miles down the road, Dean realized that he had forgotten to check something very important.
"Son of a bitch." Dean pulled over to the side of the road. He put the car in drive and took up The Colt in his hands. Dean slowly removed the nose of the gun from the handle, revealing the chamber. A single silver bullet remained, just as Dean had hoped. Dean let out a breathe he didn't realize he was holding. He reattached the gun together and placed it back on the passenger's seat. Dean pulled back on the road and tried to think about what to do next. His mind was racing and he couldn't concentrate, so he checked in to the first hotel he came across. Dean went to his assigned room and locked the door behind him. He paced around the room for a long time, thinking. Now that Dean had The Colt again, he had possibilities to consider.
"I could hunt down that yellow-eyed son of a bitch and kill him." Dean smiled bitterly at the thought of such sweet revenge.
"If it weren't for that evil thing, Sam would still be alive." Dean stopped pacing at this thought. A new thought came into his head.
"Would that work?" He thought to himself. Dean looked at The Colt lying on the bed. He ran his hand over his face; a glimpse of hope was appearing to him.
"It's damn-well worth a shot," Dean said to himself as he walked over to his jacket. He reached in the pocket and took out his cell-phone. Dean scrolled to the number he was looking for and pressed "Send". The phone rang a few times before anyone answered.
"Ash," Dean said into the phone. "Find every bit of information you can about summoning a demon, I'll be by later tonight." Dean hung up the phone before Ash had a chance to comply. He pulled out his father's journal and began leafing through it, trying to find any information that might aid him in his plan.
Dean dissected every single page of the journal, but found no indication of how to call a demon. Three hours later, Dean tossed the journal on the table in front of him. He leaned back in the uncomfortable hotel chair. Dean's mind wandered.
"As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you." He had said those words to Sam over a year ago. Dean recalled the night Sam asked him to make a promise and begged him to keep it. The look on Sam's face that night was the same look that Dean had seen the night he fulfilled that promise a few months earlier. Dean's phone rang, bringing him back to reality.
"Hello?"
"Dean, its Ash. I couldn't find very much about summoning demons, but I found some. What do you have planned anyway, man?"
"I wanna have a little talk with that yellow-eyed son of a bitch," said Dean.
"Cou-d- -ou- s-y- th-t –gain?'" The phone started cutting out.
"Hello? Ash?" Dean looked at his cell-phone. The lights in the hotel room started flickering and the wind outside blew mercilessly. Dean stood up quickly and grabbed The Colt.
"Guess I just couldn't wait for an invitation," said a voice behind him. Dean turned slowly to face the yellow-eyed man.