Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Dead Man's Blood- Part 3

It was the next day when you decided to stake out the Vampire nest. You were in the trees, staying still and watching to see what would happen. There was a lot of tension between Sam and John still, and that is why you were in between them with Dean on Sam's other side.

It was a while before you saw a beat up Camarillo pull up to the warehouse and a man came out of the warehouse, shielding his eyes from the sun. Shit, the sunlight really didn't affect them much. You couldn't hear what they were saying but the man in the car followed the man inside the house.

"Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun?" Dean said, looking at his father.

"Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill them is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day but that doesn't mean they won't wake up." John informed. He was different ever since you told him off.

"So I guess walking right in is not our best option." Dean sighed.

"Actually, that's the plan." John looked at you and the brothers.

"Excuse me? How the hell are we going to prepare ourselves?" You wondered. John led you to his and Dean's car silently. He was still giving limited information out to you and that was starting to piss you off more. Dean opened his trunk and searched through the weapon case while John did the same from an automatic hidden compartment that slid from the back of his truck.

"Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one," Dean said, handing you and Sam one. Dean held up another one and looked over at John. John didn't respond but pulled out his own massive machete. It had a serrated edge and a leather holder.

"I think I'm okay, thanks," John smirked.

"Wow." Dean put away the extra one and examined the much bigger one. There was a moment of silence before John started talking.

"So, you boys really want to know about this Colt?"

"Yes, sir," Sam said immediately.

"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 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 wondered.

"Like the demon," Sam said, figuring it out.

"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." John explained. He didn't leave any more room for discussion because he closed his truck door and looked at his boys. Dean did the same, closing his trunk and walking to his dad.

"It's show time." John grinned, walking towards the warehouse. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding but you followed him anyway. You didn't want to go to the front door so John led you to the back and found a low window that you could get through.

John was the first one to go in and Sam went in after you. You looked at Dean before swinging inside. You were careful to be quiet because as you took in your surroundings, you saw all the vampires sleeping in hammocks. Your heart was beating fast and you hoped that they wouldn't be able to hear that while sleeping.

You and the Winchesters went about looking through the barn, careful of not waking the vampires. John went to look into the stalls while you, Sam, and Dean maneuvered yourself a through the hammocks. You whipped your head around when Dean accidentally kicked an empty bottle but none of the vampires woke up. You clenched your jaw and continued to walk, searching for the damn gun.