Supernatural: Dead Man's Blood

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CHAPTER THREE: THE LEGEND OF THE COLT

As the sun began to rise outside, most of the vampires were sleeping. Meanwhile, Kate and Luther, who was wearing the Colt in a holster around his waist, were kissing very passionately on a table, and they began to undress each other; Kate noticed that the frightened woman was watching them from where she was tied up, and Luther turned to look at her.

"You like to watch, huh? Me, too," he said, grinning and turned back to his wife. "Ready, baby?"

They kissed again, broke apart, walked over to the woman, and Kate stroked the woman's hair.

"Are you gonna kill me?" the woman asked, crying.

Kate shook her head and whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna take you so high, you're never gonna come down."

She then turned to Luther and held out her arm. Luther took out a knife and cut across her skin, blood pouring out of the wound. Kate sucked the blood and sat down on the woman's lap; she grabbed the woman's face and kissed her, covering both of their mouths in blood. Moments later, she pulled away, and Luther stroked the woman's hair as she began to change with gasps of pain.

"Welcome home, baby."

A while later, Luther opened one of the doors to the barn and held a hand over his eyes to block out the bright sunlight and squinted as Bo pulled up in a car; he got out of his car and walked over, flinching himself as the sunlight hit his bare skin, which was starting to itch something nasty.

"I know what time it is," he grumbled.

Luther wasn't amused. "Get in."

Bo went inside while Luther looked around for a moment, and then went back inside, closing the door firmly.

Meanwhile, the four Winchesters were watching them from behind some trees.

"Son of a bitch," Dean remarked, now fully convinced that vampires were truly real. "So, they're really not afraid of the sun?"

John shook his head. "No, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn," he explained. "The only way to kill them is by beheading. And, yeah, they sleep during the day. It doesn't mean they won't wake up."

Liz gulped. 'At least Joss Whedon got the beheading part right on both Buffy and Angel.' "Um, dad, no offense, but I think I'll sit this hunt out," she requested.

John chuckled and messed with his daughter's hair, making her yelp in protest. "Sorry, Liz, but we need all hands on deck with this job."

"Rats!"

Dean eyed the barn and mulled over their options. "So I guess walking right in's not our best option."

John grinned. "Actually, that's the plan."

Soon, John, the boys, and Liz were at their cars; both of them opened their trunks and took out their weapon cases. Dean took out a large knife and held it out to their dad.

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

John took out a much bigger one. "Think I'm okay. Thanks."

Dean, Sam, and Liz all stared. "Wow."

Exchanging a bemused look, they turned back to their trunk, strapping their own machetes onto their waists.

After a few minutes of silence, John sighed and faced his grown kids. "So…you all really wanna know about this Colt?" he asked.

Surprised, Dean, Liz, and Sam all stopped what they were doing, and turned to their dad.

"Yes, sir."

"It's just a story - a legend, really," John admitted. "Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter."

`"'Back in 1835, 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,"` John explains as Samuel constructs the weapon, etches a pentagram into the handle, shines it up so some Latin writing is plain on the barrel, and then forges the bullets. `"'The story goes he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun a half 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," he concluded.

"Kill anything, like, supernatural anything?" Dean asked, exchanging a stunned look with Liz, who couldn't decide whether to believe it or not.

"Like the demon," Sam said with honest disbelief.

"Yeah, the demon," John confirmed. "Ever since I picked up its trail, I've been lookin' for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun…we may have it." And the four of them shared the same determined look. They had to get that gun back.

The Winchesters snuck in through an open window onto the loft, closed it behind them, and they looked around; many vampires were sleeping in hammocks that were set up around the room. John headed to a different part of the nest and began looking around.

Meanwhile, Sam, Liz, and Dean continued searching, carefully making their way past the sleeping vampires; Dean tried to duck under a hammock and accidentally kicked a glass bottle over and hit the hammock instead. He and Liz both froze, but the vampire didn't wake up.

"Be more careful," Liz quietly hissed at her twin as they began walking again, searching.

John kept searching until he found both Luther and Kate asleep in their bed together; hanging in a leather belt next to the bed was the Colt revolver. John cautiously started down the steps leading into the bedroom, pausing when both Luther and Kate rolled over but didn't wake up.

In another room, Sam, Liz, and Dean found the woman that the vampires had captured; she was still tied up, but fast asleep. Sam crouched down and began untying her ropes when they heard a noise.

"There's more," Dean whispered as both he and Liz walked over to a cage-like door; through the bars, they could see several more men and women tied up, and asleep. The door was padlocked; determined to save them, he grabbed a crowbar and quietly worked on breaking the lock; he waited to see if the vampires would wake up, but they didn't.

In the bedroom, John finally reached the gun.

At the same time, Sam continued to untie the woman's ropes and she began to wake up.

"Hey, hey, shh," he whispered, "I'm here to help you."

The woman stared at him for a moment and then let out a ghastly scream, revealing that she had been turned into a vampire. Alarmed, Sam jumped and backed away from her as the vampires began waking up.

In the bedroom, Luther woke up, saw John, grabbed him by the front of his jacket, and threw him into the wall. Recovering quickly, John picked up an empty liquor bottle and hurled it at the bedroom window. Both Luther and Kate turned to see it smash the tinted glass into pieces, letting in the sunlight and they both hissed.

"Boys, Liz, run!" John shouted, taking advantage of the distraction.

Wasting little time, Sam, Liz, and Dean ran out of the nest, closely followed by the vampires; fleeing the barn they ran into the woods, but the vampires didn't follow them there, not wanting to go out into the sunlight…at least, not yet.

After reaching a clearing, the Winchester siblings looked around for their dad, but there was no sign of him.

"Dad?!" Dean shouted, but he received no response. "Dad!"

Seconds later, John appeared, running to meet them. "They won't follow," he reported, breathing hard. "They'll wait 'til tonight. Once a vampire gets your scent, it's for life."

"Oh great," Liz moaned.

"What the hell do we do now?" Dean asked.

"Both you and Liz have got to find the nearest funeral home, that's what," John announced, resulting in the three siblings exchanging a confused look. What on Earth did they need to get at a funeral home?

Several hours later, John was sitting at a table, researching, and Sam was pacing, clearly worried about both Dean and Liz.

"It shouldn't be taking this long," he complained. "I should go help."

"Both Liz and Dean's got it," John said reassuringly and looked up when Sam didn't say anything, and sighed at the sight of his youngest son's worried expression. "Sammy…"

Sam stopped pacing and faced his dad. "Yeah?"

"I don't think I ever told you this, but…the day you were born, you know what I did?" John asked after a moment.

Sam shook his head, wondering what his dad was getting at. "No."

John smiled slightly. "I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you," he explained. "I did the same thing for your brother and for your sister. It was a college fund. And every month, I'd put in another hundred dollars, until…" He trailed off. "Anyway, my point is, Sam, that…this is never the life that I wanted for you," he confessed since it was the honest truth.

"Then why'd you get so mad when I left?" Sam asked, confused.

"You got to understand something. After your mother passed, all I saw was evil, everywhere," John continued seriously. "And all I cared about was keeping you boys and your sister alive. I wanted you prepared - ready. So, somewhere along the line, I, uh…I stopped being your father. And I-I became your drill sergeant." Listening, Sam sat down across from him. "So, when you said that you wanted to go away to school, all I could think about - my only thought was that you were gonna be alone…vulnerable. Sammy, it just - it never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me…we're just different." Sam, with tears in his eyes, laughed. "What?"

"We're not different," Sam answered, smiling sadly. "Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess…we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone."

John smiled. "I guess you're right, son."

Sam smiled half-heartedly. "Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to that college fund?" he asked.

John grinned guiltily. "I spent it on ammo."

And they both laughed, bonding for the first time in two years, just then both Dean and Liz entered.

"Whew! Man, there's some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys," he complained while Liz just rolled her eyes.

"Did you get it?" John asked; nodded, Dean pulled a paper bag out of his pocket, opened it and took out a jar of blood. He handed it over.

"You know what to do," John said, setting the jar down on the table.

Night had fallen once again and Dean had the hood of his car up and was poking inside.

"Car trouble?" Kate asked and he turned around. "Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place," she suggested, smiling.

Dean smirked. "Nah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia."

"Ooh," Kate said, pouting slightly; she then punched him, causing him to fall to the ground. Hank, another male vampire, walked up and smiled; Kate bent down, grabbed Dean by the cheeks, and lifted him up off the ground.

Dean grunted slightly, shocked at how strong she was. "Well, I don't normally get this friendly 'til the second date, but…"

"You know, we could have some fun," Kate said slyly. "I always like to make new friends." She then lowered him down and kissed him; after a few seconds, they broke apart.

Dean attempted to smile, but it wasn't easy. "Sorry. I never really stay with a chick that long - definitely not eternity." 'Eck! I'm so gonna need a breath mint after this.'

Suddenly, both Kate and Hank were shot through the chest with arrows.

Scowling, Kate let go of Dean, and examined the damage of having another shirt ruined. "Damn it."

John, Liz, and Sam came out from behind the trees, holding their weapons.

Kate smirked at them. "Barely even stings."

"Give it time, sweetheart," John said, smiling while Sam and Liz both stood guard over Hank, who'd fallen to his knees. "That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it?" he added as her smile faded with realization, but it was too late; her eyes glazed over and she fell backwards into Dean's arms. "Load her up," he ordered. "I'll take care of this one."

Dean, who was carrying Kate, walked away to John's truck, followed by Liz and Sam; John walked over to Hank, who glared up at him; keeping his face impassive, he raised his knife and beheaded the vampire, splattering blood everywhere.

Back among the trees again, the Winchesters were at John's truck, and they had started a fire; John handed both Dean and Liz a pouch each.

"Toss this on the fire," he ordered as they walked over to the fire; out cold, Kate was tied to a nearby tree. "Saffron, skunks, cabbage, and trillium - it'll block our scent and hers until we're ready," he explained.

Dean sniffed and began coughing as both he and Liz tossed the stuff onto the fire. "Stuff stinks."

"Well, that's the idea," John said simply. "Dust your clothes with the ashes, and you'll stand a chance of not being detected," he instructed; learning about the people being held captive back at the nest, he planned on having his kids rescue them while he dealt with the vampires.

"You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Vampires mate for life," John answered. "She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is gonna wear off soon. So you don't have a lot of time."

Sam nodded. "Half-hour ought to do it."

"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can," John added as a blindside.

"But-" Sam and Liz both began.

"Dad, you can't take care of them all yourself," Dean protested.

"I'll have her and the Colt," John assured them.

"But after - we're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together, right?" Sam asked, but their dad didn't say anything, and realization sunk in. "You're leaving again, aren't you? You still want to go after the demon alone? You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this."

John didn't understand. "Like what?"

Sam glared. "Like children."

"You are my children," John stated. "I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Dad, all due respect, but that's a bunch of crap," Dean snapped.

"Yeah, we're grownups and I don't believe that for a second," Liz added, having had enough.

Both Sam and John were surprised.

"Excuse me?" John asked; he was used to Sam rebelling, but now both Dean and Liz?

"You know what Sammy, Liz, and I have been huntin'," Dean stated. "Hell, you sent us on a few huntin' trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe."

John sighed. "It's not the same thing, Dean."

"Then what is it?" Dean asked. "Why do you want us out of the big fight?"

"Yeah, why won't you let us help you stop the demon that killed both mom and Jess?" Liz demanded.

John couldn't believe that this was happening, but it was. "This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive."

Both Dean and Liz rolled their eyes. "You mean you can't be as reckless."

"Look…I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece," John said flatly. "Your mother's death - it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die, too. I won't."

"What happens if you die?" Dean demanded. "Dad, what happens if you die and we could have done somethin' about it? You know, I've been thinkin' - I think maybe Sammy's right about this one. I think we should do this together." and both Sam and Liz nodded. "We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it."

John sighed, he knew that was true, but his mind was made up. "We're running out of time. You do your job, and you get out of the area. That's an order," he snapped and walked away.

A/N: Just one more chapter to go, folks. See you next week! R&R everyone!