After an awkward ride to. We arrive at what dad believes to be the nest location ad hide between some trees. We notice a vampire looks around then goes back inside in the barn like building. Its freaking DAYLIGHT!!! SOB!

"Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun," Dean states what I feel that Sam and I were thinking as well.

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

"So I guess walking right in's not our best option," Dean states sarcastically.

"Actually, that's the plan," Dad states causing me to stare at him as if he grew a second head. We then head back to the cars and dean opens the trunk. We each grab a weapon while Dad does the same from an automatic hidden compartment that slides from the back of his truck.

"Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one," Dean states looking over at Dad. Dean holds it up, but Dad unveils a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder.

"I think I'm ok. Thanks, Arie-" he starts.

"Nope, we work as a family, which means I'm coming with," I tell dad before he can tell me to wait in the car, "Plus you never know if one leaves the nest and then comes after me while I sit here looking pretty".

"Okay," Dad states with a smile, "so, you three really wanna know about this Colt".

"Yes sir," Sam and I respond at the same time. Dad chuckles and shakes his head.

"It's just a story, a legend really. Well I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter...," Dad starts.

"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," Dad finishes the story with a sigh, "They say... they say this gun can kill anything".

"Kill anything like, supernatural anything," Dean asks.

"Like the demon," Sam questions.

"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," Dad tells us.

"So here's the plan," dad states getting to business.

We walk up to the barn. Dad sees a window he opens and jumps in, Sam following, Me behind him, and Dean last. Dad never wants me to enter last as he wants me to be to be watched at all times. We survey the room. Vamps are sleeping in hammocks. All is quiet. Dad walks over to the stall with me following him as Sam and Dean their way through the barn. As Dean passes a hammock he kicks an empty bottle on the ground. It clinks but the vampire doesn't wake.

Dad and I make it to the back of the barn finding two Vampires male and female asleep on a bed in an alcove. The gun hangs in a holster beside them. Dad slowly makes his way down a few steps to the bed. The male vampire turns over in his sleep. Dad almost grabs the gun with my machete in hand ready to attack at a moments notice. Then suddenly a woman roars, an unearthly roar. Dad and I turn towards the noise. The male and female wake up and they grab us throwing us up against the wall. Dad grabs a rock and hurls it at the blackened window, letting in the daylight. The vampires flinch away.

"Boys, run," Dad screams out pushing me out the window before following me moments later. When he finally emerges he grabs my hand and pulls me up the slope where we hear my eldest brother calling for dad and I.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life," Dad tells us.

"Well what the hell do we do now," Dean questions.

"You gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what," Dad tells us.

We look at him, confused, then at each other.

"Dean take Ariel with you, Sam and I will head back to the Motel," Dad tells us pulling Sam towards the truck.

Dean and I arrive at the funeral home to do the dumbest thing I have ever been asked to do. Drain the blood from a corpse. After completing the task we have 5 jars of blood and we decide to its enough and head back to the motel.

"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys," Dean states walking into the room with me in tow.

"Get it," Dad questions.

"Did we get it? Come on dad you sent me with him of course we got it," I tell dad with smirk, "Show him Dean".

Dean fumbles in his pocket, withdrawing a paper bag and from that a bottle full of something red. He hands it to Dad.

"You know what to do," dad tells us.

We go down the road and Dean is to play bait. Better him than me.

Dean leans over the open bonnet of the Impala, looking at the engine.

"Car trouble" we hear a woman question.

Dean turns to see the woman.

"Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place," she tells him trying to get him to come with her.

"Nah I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia," Dean states I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oooh," she replies. I hear a slap and another pair of foot steps.

"I don't usually get this friendly until the second date but...," Come on dean stop being a smart ass.

"You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends," I could hear her tell my brother.

She lowers him to her level and kisses him, still holding his cheeks tightly.

"Oh. Whuf. Sorry. I don't usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity," he tells her sarcasm dripping from his voice.

An arrow pieces the other vamp's back. A second later the same happens to the woman.

"Dammit" the woman states looking down at the arrow. Sam, Dad, and I emerge from the trees carrying crossbows.

"It barely even stings," she tells us with a smirk.

"Give it time sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you isn't it," Dad tells her. She looks shocked, then wavers and loses consciousness.

"Load her up," dad tells us before gesturing to the other vamp," I'll take care of this one".

Dad approaches the other vamp who is sitting groggily on the ground. Raising his machete, he brings it down.