The Colt (Supernatural Story)

One

PRESENT TIME

It was another day for Sam and Dean Winchester, preparing themselves for yet another case that's not too far from where they were staying at the bunker. They've been hunting the weirdest things you can imagine for pretty much all their lives. Their father, John Winchester, raised them in this life after their mother, Mary, died from the yellow-eyed demon. Soon after, John met the same fate, getting shot in order to bring Dean back from a coma.
Sam just finished zipping up the duffel bag of weapons when Dean put on his leather jacket. "Got everything?" He asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

Walking out to the door, they walked up their car. It's a 1967 Chevy Impala, a full arsenal in the trunk, filled with all the weapons you can imagine, including some salt, a rosary, and holy water. Making sure they had their machetes, they climbed into the front seat, Dean being on the driver side.

"Where was this nest again?" Dean asked.

Sam pulled out his map, looking at the spot that he circled. "Few miles north of here in some woods off the highway in Lebanon, Kansas." He looked at his brother. "You sure you wanna do this? We've been trying to turn over every stone to find the colt."

"Yeah, I know." He said. "But honestly...I need a break from that. So I figured we would do a case like we've always done."

Sighing, he gave a small nod. "Yeah..guess you're right."

Revving up the engine, it roared to life as Dean put it into drive. "Let's go behead these bitches."

They took off into that direction towards the vampire nest.

***

"Look out!!" Lily shouted, her friend, Jackie, whirling around. Swinging her machete, she chopped off another head of a vampire. Breathing heavily, she could feel the dampness of the blood splatters on the side of her face.
The two of them have been hunting together for a few years, always having each others backs, helping them out when they need it. She had her shoulder-length dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a black, fake leather jacket over a maroon colored shirt, blue jeans and calf-high combat boots.

"You alright?" Lily asked, walking over to her. She was the more protective one, sometimes a bit too much, but Jackie learned to get used to it. She was definitely not the ten year old girl she was all those years ago, more matured yet always on alert. Her long, brown hair spilled past her shoulders, a short, brown jacket over her bright red shirt, black jeans and thigh-high combat boots. Her bright, blue eyes popped out of her pale skin as she looked at her friend with concern after they just finished clearing out a nest.

Jackie nodded. "I'm good..didn't get bit."
Their have been a few times where it was a close call, but luckily, Lily was just as fast, ripping off their heads before they could. Oh yeah..her best friend is also a vampire.

"Not bad." She said, patting her shoulder. "I hated these douchebags.."

"I don't think anyone liked them." Jackie said, wiping off the blood a little, cleaning off her machete with her pant leg. "Where's the next one?"

Lily turned towards the door. "Not too far from here. It's in Lebanon, Kansas." She looked back at me. "You, however, need to rest up. You're exhausted."

She shook her head. "I'm fine. Let's just get it over with. I can rest on the way there."

Sighing, the two of them walked out, going into their car to drive to the next location.