Samuel Colt
At the barn, Kate and Luther were doing everything but full on sex against the bar counter while the woman they captured was tied up, awkwardly trying not to watch. But that just seemed to get their attention. "You like to watch, huh?" Luther grinned at the woman. "Me to." He turned back to Kate. "Ready baby?"
The woman tied up starting to burst into crying. "Are you going to kill me?"
Kate grinned as the walked over to look over the sobbing woman. "I'm going to take you so high, you're never going to come down." She didn't even wince when Luther cut a long line into her arm, making her bleed. Kate sucked her own blood as she knelt before the woman, kissing her deeply, pushing the blood with her tongue into her mouth.
Luther smiled as he watched closely, "Welcome home baby." He muttered.
Bright and early the next day, Luther opened the barn door shielding his eyes from the sun. "I know what time it is." The vampire that was meeting Luther said.
"Get in." Luther looked around to make sure nobody was around before closing the door.
But he didn't do a good enough check because the Winchester family was hiding just in the tree lines. "Wow, they're really not scared of sunlight." I said, sneaking up behind the boys kneeling in the dirt. All three boys violently jumped because last they saw, I had cried myself into sleep in the back seat of the impala and that was where they left me to rest it off. I had swiped Dean's sunglasses from the glove box to cover my eyes, hiding how red they were rimmed. "What?" I demanded, hands on hips. "What's the story with the vamps?" It was like they were expecting me to burst out crying again, not that I could blame them. I was never that emotional but having John back in my life just pushed over the hysterical edge.
"Ahh," John started in a stutter, still looking a little pale from my out burst. "Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn." I've had sunburns and they were never anything to laugh about. "The only way to kill them is by beheading." Sounded like fun to me, I better start sharpening the long knife in the side of my combat boot. "And yeah, they sleep during the day, doesn't mean they won't wake up."
"So I guess walking right in isn't our best option." Dean said.
"Actually," John corrected. "That's the plan."
"So let's gear up." I said leading the way to where we had parked the cars.
Dean opened the trunk, I pulled my sharpener out along with my long blade out my boot. The boys pulled out they're own weapons from the trunk. John pulled a lever in his truck, causing a hidden compartment of weapons that were organized much neater, looking shinier, than ours could ever be. Dean didn't seem to notice, pulling out one of our extra's, "Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one."
John's answer was pulling off an already very sharp and long machete off his truck. "I think I'm ok, thanks." Dean slowly put the extra machete down. John seemed hesitant before saying, "So you kids really wanna know about this colt?"
The boys and I shared a look. "Yes sir." Sam answered.
"Let's hear it." I jumped onto the hood to sit, listening to John finally explain what was so important.
"It's just a story, a legend really." John explained. "Well I thought it was, never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter..." The letter we had received first only because we had gotten there quicker than Johnny Boy. "Back in eighteen thirty five when Haley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo." Cool, I always wanted to see a comet. "They say Samuel Colt made a gun, a special gun." I straightened up, what made that gun so special compared to every other. "He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback." I never road a horse before, how did they carry around all their hunting gear on a horse? "Story goes he made thirteen bullets and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him." Makes you wonder where he could have gone, then again, you can say that about anyone that's ever gone missing but was never found. "And somehow, Daniel got his hands on it. They say...they say this gun can kill anything."
Unwilling, my eyes widened and I stared at him, he couldn't really mean what I think he meant...could he? Apparently the boys thought the same because Dean said slowly, "Kill anything like...supernatural anything?"
"Like the demon." Sam said.
"Like the demon that killed our mother, ruining our childhoods and setting us on the path we would be on come adulthood." I muttered to myself.
John looked from each face of his children to the next before he said, "Ever since I picked up its trail, I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun...we may have it."
While the vampires slept, John snuck in through the window, followed by Sam and then me and last Dean. I glanced around the room, seeing all the exit points and what I could use for a possible weapon if I needed it. There was at least twenty different vampires scattered across the room, sleeping in hammocks pinned up.
I started walking but froze as Dean accident my kicked over an empty beer bottle. I glared at him over my shoulder and Dean shrugged, we only relaxed because nobody woke up.
At the back of the barn, John had entered another room where Luther and Kate were sleeping on a large bed. The gun he was looking for was in a holster hanging on the wall near they're heads just in his sight.