The Winchesters were hiding in the woods that surrounded the vampire's Nest. A car pulled up. A man got out.
" I know what time it is" He groaned to the other man standing in front of the nest.
"Get in" The other man, with black hair and a handsome face gestured to the door. The other man went inside. The handsome man looked around for a moment and then followed him.
"Son of a bitch. So, they're really not afraid of the sun?" Dean looked over to John.
"No, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. 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"
" So I guess walking right in's not our best option" Dean frowned.
"Actually, that's the plan" John smiled.
John and the boys returned to their cars, they open their trunks and began to take out their weapons. Dean took out a large knife and held it out to John.
"Dad, I got an extra machete if you need one" John took out a much newer one.
"Think I'm okay. Thanks" John smirked.
"Wow" Dean turned back to his trunk. John sighed.
"So….you boys really wanna know about this Colt?" This caught the boys off guard; they stopped what they were doing and turned to John.
"Yes, sir"
"It's just a story—a legend, really. 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. 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"
"Kill anything, like, supernatural anything?" Dean asked.
"Like the demon?" Sam said in disbelief.
"Yeah, the demon. 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 ... but if Kat's got that gun there's a chance she's gonna use that to kill the things that killed her uncle maybe even the whole nest"
"There's only seven bullets left?" Sam asked John.
"Yeah and we need as many as we can get"
"So that's why you've been so concerned about Kat?" Dean felt a little angry at the thought.
"Dean your latest conquest has the thing we need to kill the monster that killed your mother so yeah I am concerned" John spat.
"She's not my latest conquest, if you must know I happen to love her" Dean moved closer to his father. How dare he speak about her like that.
"Well she obviously doesn't love you if she left" John didn't even flinch.
"I drove her away, just like you did to Sam" John pushed Dean away, Sam moved to stand in between the two of them.
"Dean! Kat might need our help ok? Come on we gotta go" Sam pleaded with Dean.
They made their way silently into the vampire's Nest. Sam and Dean snuck in through a window; they then close it behind them. They looked around. Many vampires were sleeping in hammocks that were tied to the various pillars around the room. Dean tried to duck under a hammock but he accidentally kicked a glass bottle and hit the hammock instead. The vampire did not wake up.
John was in another area of the nest, he found the handsome vampire from earlier and a female asleep in bed. In leather case next to the bed was the Colt revolver. He cautiously made his way down the steps leading into the bedroom. The vampires rolled over but did not wake up.
Sam and Dean found a woman tied up, but fast asleep. Sam began untying her ropes. Suddenly, they heard a noise.
"There's more" Dean walked over to a cage-like door. Through the bars, he could see several more men and women tied up, asleep. The door was padlocked.
"Any sign of Kat?" Sam whispered.
"Can't see her" He grabbed a crowbar and brook the lock. He waited to see if the sound woke the vampires, it didn't.
John finally reached the gun.
Sam continued to untie the woman's ropes. She began to wake up.
"Hey, hey, shh, I'm here to help you" He whispered. She let out t a ghastly scream. Sam jumped and backs away from her. The vampires woke up.
The handsome vampire shot up and threw John into the wall. John picked up an empty liquor bottle and hurled it at the bedroom window. The couple turned to see it smash into pieces.
"Boys, run!" The brothers ran out of the nest, closely followed by the vampires. They ran into the woods, but the vampires did not follow them.
"Dad? ... Dad!" John appeared, running to meet them.
"They won't follow. They'll wait 'til tonight. Once a vampire gets your scent, it's for life"
"What the hell do we do now?" Dean threw his arms in the air.
"You got to find the nearest funeral home, that's what" Sam and Dean exchanged a confused look.
Back in the motel room. John sat at the table, researching. Sam was pacing.
"It shouldn't be taking this long. I should go help"
"Dean's got it" Sam didn't say anything. "Sammy…." He stopped pacing.
"Yeah?" His tone was flat.
"I don't think I ever told you this, but….the day you were born, you know what I did?"
"No" He replied confused.
"I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. I did the same thing for your brother. It was a college fund. And every month, I'd put in another hundred dollars, until … Anyway, my point is, Sam, that….this is never the life that I wanted for you"
"Then why'd you get so mad when I left?" He asked.
"You got to understand something. After your mother passed, all I saw was evil, everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys 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" Sam came and 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 had tears in his eyes, he laughed. "What?"
"We're not different. Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess….we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone"
"I guess you're right, son" Sam smiled half-heartedly.
"And you were wrong about Kat, she loves Dean but he, he drove her away ... he didn't want her to end up like mom and Jess" Sam looked at his father.
" ... Well I guess I owe Dean an apology" He thought that Kat had left of her own accord.
"And Kat, if we ever find her" Sam sighed.
"When we were at the scene of the kidnap ... I err found something" John reached into his pocket.
"That's Kat's" John held in his hand her pentacle. The black string had snapped and the pentacle itself was damaged.
"I figured, I didn't want to show Dean because I didn't want to worry him" His father sighed.
"Yeah she'll be fine" He took it from John and put it in his jacket pocket. He was attempting to convince himself rather than John. "Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to that college fund?"
"I spent it on ammo" They both began to laugh. Dean entered.
"Whew! Man, there's some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys"
"Did you get it?" Dean pulled a paper bag out of his pocket. He opened the bag and took out a jar of blood, he handed it to a smiling John. "You know what to do"