Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Chapter 38: Dead Man's Blood Part 2

There is a reference to a show in this part that I know doesn't actually start until 2009 and this is set in 2005, but it's an AU and I liked it.

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It had been 24 hours since their Dad had woken them up after three hours of sleep to go to the crime scene and they had been taking turns napping in the back of the Impala and Dakota thought she might collapse the minute the adrenaline wore off. They had all cooled down after a few hours of driving and were now back together in front of an old barn were the vampire's nest was and Dakota had spent the whole drive with her headphones in trying to drown out the tension and forget the fight that just happened. They parked the Impala and the truck a safe distance away and hid behind some bushes and they saw two walk out in the sunlight without bursting into flames, or looking like they were in extreme pain.

    "So they really aren't afraid of sunlight?" Dean asked as they saw two vampires walk into the barn in the sunlight.

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

    "So I guess walking right in is not our best option." Dakota joked.

    "Actually, that's the plan." John said and Dakota whipped her head around to look at him, but he was already heading over to his truck. She turned to look at her brothers who both looked equally as confused. They stood up and walked over to the trunk of the Impala.

    "Do we even have enough machetes?" Dakota asked quietly and Dean shrugged his shoulders, popping the trunk and digging around.

"Got 'em." Dean said holding up three machetes and sheaths that tied around their waist.

"So, you three really wanna know about this colt?" John asked and Dakota turned to see him bracing himself on the side of the tuck and hanging his head.

"Yes, sir." All three answered.

"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 and this hunter used the gun 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." John said.

"Kill anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asked.

"Like the demon." Dakota realized.

"Yeah, like the demon." John agreed. "Ever since I picked up it's trail, I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it." John explained.

They quickly made their way over to the barn and opened one of the windows, climbing through and landing quietly on a pile of hay. Dakota, Sam, and Dean started walking towards the hammocks hanging in the middle of the barn and peeked in at each sleeping vampire to see if they had the colt.

"Dean. Kota." Sam whispered and DAkota followed Sam's voice to one of the posts that had a young woman tied to it, if Dakota had to guess she'd say the woman who went missing the other morning.

Muffled cries sounded behind them and Dakota walked towards one of the barn stalls and peered in. Inside were more people tied up and waiting to be the vampire's meal.

"Guys!" She called their attention. Dean came over to help her.

"I don't think we can pick this lock." Dean said holding up the strange looking padlock on the door.