The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 12 Section 3

 At the vampire's nest...

From the trees, the Winchesters watched as a beat up Camaro pulled into a large abandoned building. A man in a t-shirt held the door open as he shaded his eyes from the sun.

Another man stepped out of the camaro, "I know what time it is."

"Get in."

"Son of a bitch..." Dean scoffed from the middle of Sam and Angel, "So, they're really not afraid of the sun?"

"Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn." John informed, "The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day- doesn't mean they won't wake up."

Dean nodded, "So I guess walking right in's not our best option?"

"Actually..." John smirked, "That's the plan."

They walked over to the truck and the impala to start gearing up. John opened up an automatic hidden compartment that slid from the back of his truck as Dean opened the hidden compartment in the impala's trunk.

"Dad..." Dean looked over as he held up a machete, "I've got an extra machete if you need one."

"I think I'm okay." John said as he unveiled a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder, "Thanks."

Dean checked it out slightly disappointed, "Wow..."

Angel offered her brother a friendly smile as she took the extra machete from him and put it away.

John turned, "So, you three really wanna know about this Colt?"

Sam's eyes went wide as he looked from his siblings back to his dad, "Yes sir."

"It's just a story, a legend really. Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter..." His face became serious, "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. Story goes... he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say... they say this gun can kill anything."

"Anything..." Angel repeated slowly as she pierced her fathers gaze, "Like the demon that killed mom?"

"Yeah, the demon..." John nodded painfully, "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."

Angel swung the machete with a grin, "Then let's get to work, boys."

They walked to the side of the barn where John swung the window inward before disappearing inside, followed by Angel and then the boys. They surveyed the room where the Vamps were sleeping in hammocks and all was quiet. John looked into the stalls as Angel followed Sam and Dean. They made their way through the barn being as quiet as they could. As Dean passed a hammock he accidentally kicked an empty bottle on the ground. It clinked around but the vampire next to him didn't wake. Sam found the 911 woman tied up against the pole, unconscious.

He turned to them hurriedly, "Guys."

Angel came over and started helping him untie her as Dean looked behind them, "There's more."

"Get them out." Angel instructed as she worked on her knot, "But quietly."

Dean nodded and made his way to a locked metal grid. Inside people were tied up, sleeping or unconscious. He noticed a lock on the door and grabbed a metal hook to break it.