DAYLIGHT; Dean Winchester

-ˏˋCHAPTER 31 BLOODSUCKERSˊˎ-

-ˏˋCHAPTER 31ˊˎ-
BLOOD SUCKERS

─── ⋆⋅🎀⋅⋆ “So they're really not afraid of the sun” Dean murmured, watching as the pale black haired man stepped foot out of the rusted cherry red barn.

“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” John explained.

“So I guess walking right it's not our best option”.

Evangeline scoffed.

“Actually that's the plan”.

Her head whirled to the older man “you gotta be joking”.

There wasn't an ounce of humor on the older man's face as he walked to his car. 

Dean followed after his father, and Sam and Evangeline both shared a dreadful look. At least they were on the same page about one thing, this plan was not smart.

Though she didn't approve, Evangeline was sure she would run into a burning building for the Winchester boys, so she stood leaning against the impala as Dean and Sam ransacked the trunk for any weapons.

Dean handed her a machete. It was still in its stealth but long and sharp nonetheless.

“You know how to use one” he muttered?

she nodded, taking a hold of the heavy weapon.

It was silent for a moment, a sense of dread filling the air. Surprisingly, John was the one to break the silence.

“So, you guys really wanna know about the colt”.

“Yes sir” Sam was rather eager to listen.

“It's just a story, a legend really” he started. If Evangeline knew one thing, it was that legends were never truly legends. There was always some sorta truth to it. Like the legend in her hometown that warned kids from wandering in the forest because a man who could not die would be there to end his or her life.

“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 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 that he made 13 bullets. This hunter used the gun a half a 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”.

Evangeline lifted her head in confusion.

“Kill anything like supernatural anything”?

“Like the demon” Sam concluded. Evangeline's mind strayed to the masked man. She could kill him. Actually, kill him with this gun? The thought was foreign and kinda nauseating.

“Yeah, the demon, 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”.

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The thick scent of blood filled her nose as she crept in the creaky old barn, Dean and Sam in front of her. Around them were many, many sleeping figures. They looked human, lulled off to sleep. Just because someone could look human didn't mean that's what they were. She had to remind herself that if she were to wake one up, they'd come at her fangs ablaze and would try to suck her blood.

Hammocks rest where bodies lay, all peaceful asleep. Evangeline kept her breathing short in an attempt to be quiet.

It seemed she was at least not the worst at the whole stealth mission because as Dean brushed past a hammock he bumped into it making the thing swish back and forth, hitting some bottles that made a clunking sound.