Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Ow," I muttered as a thorn poked my leg as we huddled in the brush a good yard away from the barn where the vampires were.
Dean snapped the branch off, letting it fall to the ground. He brushed a hand down my leg, making sure I wasn't bleeding.
I glanced down at the side of my thigh to make sure the thorn hadn't ripped the tights I wore under my skirt.
The sun was up at this point as we watched a vampire get out of a car and walk into the building where another had opened the door.
"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled. "So they're really not afraid of the sun."
"Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn," John explained. "The only way to kill them is by beheading. They sleep during the day, but doesn't mean they won't wake up."
"So I guess walking right in isn't our best option," Dean stated.
"Actually, that's the plan."
"That's the plan?" I repeated. "Sounds more like a death wish to me."
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"Hey, dad, we got an extra machete, if you need one," Dean offered as we stood at the trunk of the car.
John had a arsenal in his truck too. He pulled out his own machete. "Think I'm okay. Thanks."
"Wow," Dean mumbled, clearly impressed with the amount of weapons his father had.
"So you boys really want to know about this Colt?" John asked.
Both Sam and Dean froze for a moment.
"Yes, sir," Sam said.
"It's just a story, a legend, really," John began. "I thought it was. I never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter. Back in 1835, back when Haley's Comet was overhead, the 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.
"Story goes, he made thirteen bullets," John continued. "This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him until somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say....They say this gun can kill anything."
"Anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asked.
"Like the demon," Sam realized.
"Yeah. The demon." John nodded. "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."
It was quiet as we continued to gather the things we needed.
"Come here." Dean tugged me toward him. "Just keep an eye out, okay?" He grabbed a belt from the trunk of his car, fastening it around my waist. It was one of his belts. I'd seen him wear it before.
