John Winchester happened to be in Denver, when his friend Daniel Elkins called him. "John, I need your help," he began.

"What is it? I'm kind of busy nowadays," John hedged

"I had the Colt, but someone stole it," Daniel said.

"You've had the Colt this whole time?" John asked.

"I've never let anyone know. It's too important."

"What gave you the right?" John asked angrily.

"Listen, that doesn't matter now. The colt is gone, and we don't know who has it. We have to get it back in case they are planning on destroying it, or using it to open the devil's gate," Daniel said.

"You're right. Getting back is our first priority. But, when we do, I get to use it."

"On what?" Daniel asked.

"The demon who killed my wife."

"Do you know where it is?" Daniel asked.

"No, but I'm closing in," John answered.

Daniel took a deep breath and finally said, "OK, if and when we get the colt back you can hang on to it until you find the demon or a year, whichever comes first."

"Deal," John agreed. "After all, he was closing in on it. Couldn't take him more than a year to finish him off now. "Where do we start?"

"I think we need more help, do you know of anybody?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah, my sons," John answered immediately. "Let me find out where they are and I'll get back to you."

John hung up and dialed Sam's phone. He wanted to hear Sam's voice. Dean had left a message that he was sick but not to worry about it. Probably needed a tonsillectomy or something.

"Hello?" Sam answered.

"Sam," John said.

"Dad?" Sam asked.

"Where are you boys?" John asked.

"Cheyenne," Sam answered.

"Good, a friend and I are in Colorado and we could use some help. We're going to come out."

"Well, I don't know how much help I'll be. I've been sick," Sam answered. He didn't want his dad not to come, but he also didn't want him to be mad at him for wasting his time.

"Suck it up, Sammy. We'll be there tomorrow morning."

John hung up, called Sam and told Daniel where to meet him the following morning.


Dean came back to the room with food. "I brought you soup."

"Thanks, I'm starving. Probably a good sign, right?"

"Yeah, you've been out of the hospital 3 days, and you've been feeling better each morning. You'll be hunting again in no time."

"About that," Sam began, "Dad called while you were out."

"He did?"

"Yeah, he says he wants our help with something."

"Did he say what?" Dean asked.

"No just that he was bringing a friend."

"Did he say what friend? When will they be here?"

"No, and tomorrow morning. They're coming from Colorado," Sam answered.

"Colorado?" Alarm bells started going off in Dean's head.

"Yeah, so?" Sam asked.

"Nothing, just surprised he was so close is all," Dean covered.


The next morning, after they had gotten up, Dean asked Sam when they were supposed to get there.

"Soon, I think," Sam answered

"OK, I'm going to run out and get us some breakfast. You wait here for them," Dean said and left. He was worried, but there was no way this Elkins guy could know that he was the one who stole the Colt. He would just have to play it cool.

Minutes after Dean left, there was a knock on the door. Sam answered it to his father and another older man. "Sam, this is Daniel Elkins. Daniel, this is my younger son, Sam."

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Sam said, shaking Daniel's hand.

"You, too," Daniel replied.

"Where's Dean?" John asked.

"He went to get food."

"Figures," John said, rolling his eyes.

"So you didn't really say what this was all about on the phone," Sam prompted.

"We need to find who stole a very special gun of mine. I have a surveillance video but didn't recognize the guy. We can take a look at it and decide where to go from there," Daniel said, pulling out his laptop and booting it up. A minute later, they were looking at a freeze frame of Dean's face. John and Sam exchanged glances. Just then the door opened and Dean walked in.

"It's you! You stole my gun," Daniel accused. "I want it back."

"I don't have it anymore," Dean said softly.

"What did you do with it, Dean? Why did you even take it in the first place?" John asked, angrily. He couldn't believe his son would do this. "More interestingly, how did you even know what it was or where to find it?" Now he was just curious.

"A demon told me, I stole it for him and gave it to him," Dean answered.

Daniel looked at John, "This is your son? A man who works for demons."

"I'm sure there's some sort of explanation." John was getting more confused by the minute.

Dean remained silent.

"Dean?" Sam asked. He had been silent up until now, but he was as confused as his father. Why would he do something for a demon.

"I had to," Dean said after a minute.

"Why?" John demanded forcefully.

"Because Sam was dying, and a demon came and said he could save him if I got him this gun. What would you have done, Dad?"

"I don't know, Dean. Did you know what this gun is?"

"It's a gun," Dean answered.

"It's more than that," Daniel answered. "It's the key to opening Hell's doors. With this gun, they can let all the demons out of hell. They'll have an army and they'll launch a war."

"So, a demon army loose on earth, that's going to be my fault, too?"Sam asked. "Dean, why did you do that?" Sam asked, almost in tears. His mother and Jessica died because of him, and now most likely the whole world was going to, also.

"Sam, I didn't know all that. But even if I did, I probably still would have done it. You're my brother. I couldn't let you did, I just couldn't."

"Do you know the name of the demon you gave it to?" Daniel asked. He was getting very uncomfortable. He wanted to be mad at this Dean kid, but found it very difficult, seeing how much he loved his brother.

"It was a crossroads demon. He said it was for his boss, but I don't know who that is."

"I guess that's that, then." Daniel sighed. "There will be no way to track it down now that demons actually have it." He stormed out of the room.

When he had left, John turned and looked at Dean. "I don't know whether to be mad at you for stealing that gun, or proud of you for saving your brother's life. Why didn't you tell me it was that bad?"

"I asked him not to," Sam answered for Dean. "I was afraid that if you came…we haven't seen each other for years and I didn't want to have a fight right before I died. On the other hand, if you knew and didn't come, I would feel hurt by that, you know?"

"I'm just glad you're OK son, " John said, pulling Sam into a hug. Dean looked on with a smile. "I'm sorry, but I have to leave now. I have to find that demon and find a way to kill him. Time is of the essence now."

"Bye, Dad. I'm sorry," Dean said.

"I probably would have done the same thing," John said, hugging Dean now.

He looked back, smiled, and walked out the door.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. Sam's saying "It's OK, I understand" and Dean's saying "I would do anything to protect you."

The End