The Colt (Supernatural Story)

Ten

After a few hundred miles of nothing but fields, they passed the sign that says "Welcome to Wyoming."

Dean sighed in relief. "Finally."
They eventually rolled up into an abandoned, old western looking cabin, sitting in the middle of open fields. Getting out of the car, they grabbed what they needed to ready themselves, holy water in their pockets, angel blades in their hands, the demon knife with Sam.

"Yeah..this is definitely the place." Sam said, gesturing to the railroad tracks going in different directions.
"Here's to hoping it's here." Dean said.

They set foot within the trap, feeling like they just entered sacred grounds, the feeling almost heavy. The wind was the only thing keeping it from not being eerily silent. The grass was somewhat tall, reaching their knees, blowing gently in the wind.
Lily gripped her angel blade tightly, her hands shaking as all the memories came back like a huge tidal wave. She remembers running to Samuel's cabin whenever she had a chance when she was a little girl, watching him work on the gun. Somehow, it fascinated her, and she still remembers when he would run around with her, laughing and having a good time, or when he would read a story to her to the point where she would fall asleep on his lap.
And, of course, she remembers the last time she saw him, when he walked her out of his cabin, back to her parents when they were nearby shopping. Ever since, she will remember that day when news passed around that he died, that dread clinging onto her like a shark to this day.

"Hey...you alright?" She heard Jackie ask, feeling her hand on her arm. Snapping out of it, she wiped her face, seeing it was wet with tears. Shaking it off, she gave a small nod.

"Yeah...just...memories.." She said when she stopped, looking down by her feet. The ground was uneven, and when she bent down, she started digging until she hit what felt like wood.

"Hey, guys!" She called out. "I think I found it!"

Continuing to dig, her fingers were covered in dirt by the time she got to it. Yanking it out of the ground, a large, wooden box containing something heavy. Opening the latches, she lifted the lid up, and surely enough, there it was.
The colt. Even though it now had some rust spots from over the years, it still looked pretty good. A few bullets sat underneath, meaning he used it before he buried this.
Instantly, more memories came back, making her more overwhelmed to the point where she snatched the box into her arms, standing up, breathing a little heavily.

"Whoa, what's going on? You alright?" Dean asked.
She swallowed hard. "This...this is it. The colt. I..I've been looking for this for a long time."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Does it mean something to you?"

She bit her lip. "Samuel was my uncle...I watched him make this.."
Deans eyes widened. "He was family? Damn..."

"That's why I was eager to finally find this." She said. "And I did."

"Well now we gotta use it for the demons." Jackie said. "After that, you can have it all you want."
"I know I know." She said. "Let's go.."
They started heading back, Lily hanging onto the box like it was her life support.
"So now what?" Jackie asked.

"Now we wait." Sam said. "Now that we have this, I'm sure they'll come now."
Going back to the cars, Lily set it down on her lap while she let Jackie drive to the next nearest motel, the boys in front of them once more.