EXT. TEXAS – NIGHT

The wide plains of Texas sprawl under a crystal clear, star studded sky. The last red rays of the sun are beginning to fade from the horizon. The Impala is parked in front of an old fashioned roadside bar along with half a dozen pickup trucks. A few saddled horses are tied up along the railing, offering a strange mixture of rides.

INT. TEXAS BAR – NIGHT

The vibrating fan blades whirl around in a steady motion. Old fashioned bar tunes are plunked out on a half tuned piano, barely heard over the din of the voices in the bar. It’s a full house tonight.

SLOWLY PAN DOWN to reveal DEAN WINCHESTER drowning a glass of beer. He holds onto a deck of cards, eyes darting around on the prowl. Dean is sitting in the corner at a gambling table that he and SAM are occupying along with two young RANCH HANDS.



DEAN
Well . . . partner?

Sam smirks at Dean’s drawl, but watches the table intently as one of the ranch hands looks at the chips in the center of the table.

RANCH HAND 1
I’m out.

RANCH HAND 2
(shakes head)
Me too.

Dean sweeps a pile of cash over to his side of the table.

DEAN
Can’t mess with a master, boys.

The ranch hands leave, shaking their heads at their losses.

SAM
You just won over eight hundred bucks, Dean.

DEAN
I know.
(grins)
Now, if you would have been playing, you’d have been lucky if you only lost that much.

SAM
Shut up.

Sam looks nervously around the bar.

SAM
We’re here for a job, remember?

DEAN
Yeah, yeah, I remember.

Dean begins counting his cash.

DEAN
Trust me. They get word of my skills, there’s going to be no avoiding them.

SAM
We have to go through all of this just to find out some more background on the Colt? This is stupid.

DEAN
No it ain’t, Sammy boy. We need that info. We have no bullets left after Dad… If there’s a chance we can still use the Colt . . .
(beat)
There’s our guy, twelve o’ clock.

An older man, still wearing cowboy attire, stands towards the middle of the bar looking around. His name is KARL. Although he’s aged, he still has a demanding presence.

Sam looks apprehensive. Dean leans back in his chair, arms behind his head, totally relaxed. Karl spots them and starts forward.

DEAN
Howdy. Care for a game?

Dean flashes a devilish grin. Without a word, the man sits down, not taking his eyes off Dean.

DEAN
How about some introductions? I’m Dean. This is Sam. We were passing through and heard that the gaming tables here are pretty good. How about you?

Karl remains quiet. The tension is unnerving.



Dean pulls something out from under the table and shoves THE COLT towards Karl.

DEAN
Don’t worry. It isn’t loaded. I’m keeping the bullets in a safe place.

KARL
Heard there’s only one bullet left in that gun.

SAM
(bluffing)
You heard wrong.

Karl sharply looks at Sam.

KARL
What is it exactly that you boys want?

SAM
We want a story.

DEAN
And we want the truth. We hear you’re the one who deals in that.

KARL
I’ve been around for a while. Of course I would know anything that you want. If all you want is a story . . .

Sam pulls the Colt back, fingering it lightly.

SAM
We want to know about the Colt.

Karl breathes in, his expression flattens.

KARL
Sorry. No can do.

He begins to stand, but freezes. His eyes widen and he glares at Sam and Dean. Dean grins.

DEAN
Devil’s Trap.

CLOSE ON the bottom of Karl’s chair to see the intricate circle.

Karl’s eyes flash black.

KARL
What do you really want?

DEAN
We told you.

SAM
(pats the Colt)
The Colt. Tell us about it. We want to know its story. In detail.

KARL
First, you must understand that there are grave consequences for anyone who shares the tale, specially’ with you boys.

DEAN
Well, we can send you to hell quicker than the high and mighty head demon. Sam.

Sam pulls out a small black book and begins flipping through the pages.

DEAN
We’ll do an exorcism right here in front of everyone if we have to, but we’re going to get that story whether you want to share it or not.

SAM
Then we let you go. No harm done.

DEAN
All we want is the background on the Colt. That’s it.

KARL
I’m afraid there’s a lot more to it than that.

He looks at Sam, his gaze piercing into Sam’s eyes.

KARL
The Colt’s past is intertwined with your own family’s history.

CLOSE ON Dean and Sam’s shocked faces…

FADE TO:
EXT. SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS – AFTERNOON

TEXT: 1835

MUSIC CUE: "APPALOOSA MAIN THEME" JEFF BEAL

A hot sun beams down on a dusty, small town. Not many people are out and about; a few men on horses slowly traverse the dusty streets.

KARL (V.O.)
The gun that won the west, the Winchester rifle, was invented by Oliver Winchester. His inspiration for the rifle came from Samuel Colt’s famous repeating revolver.

A STAGECOACH pulls into town, and a few curious people exit their buildings and head over towards the coach. A young man steps out of the coach, his back to the camera. He is tall and dark-haired, wearing grey trousers and a white shirt with a black button up vest, very stylish for the times. He takes his top hat off and mops his brow. This is SAMUEL COLT and he bears a striking resemblance to Sam Winchester.



FREEZE FRAME on his face.

KARL (V.O.)
Samuel Colt was a traveler. He spent a year in Europe obtaining patents for his new pistol design and then returned to the U.S. to start his own company.

RESUME ACTION as Samuel Colt takes a traveling case off of the coach and heads down the street.

KARL (V.O.)
Most people don’t know the story in-between, though. The story before Colt became famous.

Samuel Colt enters the SALOON. The doors swing shut behind him.

INT. SALOON - CONTINUOUS

Samuel Colt stands in the doorway, looking around. There aren’t many people in the saloon at this time of day, and the interior is darkened and gloomy. A few men smoking cigars in a corner regard him with wary eyes. He sidles up to the bar.

BARTENDER
What can I get for you?

SAMUEL COLT
I need a guide, someone who knows these parts well.

BARTENDER
What for? Looking to head to Oregon?

SAMUEL COLT
No. I need some minerals.

BARTENDER
You a gold-digger?

SAMUEL COLT
Gunsmith, actually.

BARTENDER
Ah . . . You’ll want a mountain man, then.

SAMUEL COLT
A mountain man?

BARTENDER
Ever hear of Davy Crockett?

SAMUEL COLT
(excited)
Have I heard of Davy Crocket? Course’ I have. Why? He here?

BARTENDER
No.
(beat)
But I have someone even better.

He points to a man sitting alone in a darkened corner. His face is hidden in the shadows. This is CLINT FISHER; he’s wearing a leather vest over a ragged, Mexican style button up shirt, and moccasin boots. A brown poncho is thrown over his shoulders.

BARTENDER
I’d suggest you buy him a drink before you even try to talk to him, though.

LATER:

Samuel Colt plunks two beers down on a small table and sits down.

Clint tilts his hat up, revealing that he looks strikingly similar to Dean.



He’s chewing on an unlit cigar. A long white scar runs down the left side of his face, stretching from the hairline at his temple down to his jaw. Clint regards Samuel warily and his hand inches towards the pistol strapped to his thigh. A rifle is propped up against the wall next to him as well. FREEZE FRAME on his face.

KARL (V.O.)
Clint Fisher; the legend that brought about the tall tales of Davy Crockett, Paul Bunyan and the rest.

RESUME ACTION as Samuel Colt shoves one of the beers across the table.

SAMUEL COLT
Care for a drink?

CLINT
Who’s buying?

SAMUEL COLT
I am, all I ask in return is for a few minutes of your time.

Clint says nothing, so Samuel continues, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

SAMUEL COLT
Name’s Samuel Colt.

Clint regards the hand, but doesn’t take it.

CLINT
Clint Fisher.

Awkwardly, Samuel withdraws his hand, then sips at his beer.

SAMUEL COLT
Lookin’ for a guide, goin’ on a mountain trek. Heard you were the man to go to. I’ll pay you twenty dollars a week.

CLINT
Last man who asked me that ended up riddled with holes from the Injuns.

SAMUEL COLT
Was he with you?

CLINT
(nods)
Didn’t listen to me, though. You don’t listen to me, you’re not going to survive out there.

SAMUEL COLT
I’ll do whatever you say.

CLINT
You sure? You seem pretty ripe off of the rich living. Twenty dollars a week is a pretty steep and tempting price.
(beat)
You’ve got the smell of Europe traveling about you.

SAMUEL COLT
(astonished)
How’d you figure?

Clint finishes his beer and stands to leave, slinging his rifle on his shoulder.

CLINT
Nobody wears clothes like that in these parts.

Clint exits the saloon, leaving Samuel with his nearly full beer staring after him. After a moment, he gathers his wits about him and races out of the saloon.

EXT. SAN ANTONIO STREETS – MOMENTS LATER

Clint swings up onto his horse, a chestnut covered Arabian, outside the saloon. Samuel Colt rushes up to him, breathless.

SAMUEL COLT
Hold on a second Clint, never got that answer. Can I hire you?

Clint pauses, looking down at him.

CLINT
Get yourself cleaned up, get yourself a gun. A good knife wouldn’t hurt, either.

Clint turns and begins to ride off.

CLINT
Tomorrow. Meet me here at dawn.

Samuel grins as he watches Clint ride through the streets of San Antonio, then out into the desert plains towards the setting sun.

KARL (V.O.)
And thus began the quest for a weapon that could lay waste to any demonic entity tenfold. Only problem was, Samuel Colt had no idea what a demon was – nor did he ever dream that his adventure with Clint Fisher would lead him deeper into the Supernatural realm than he ever thought possible.

EXT. TEXAS – MORNING - 1835

The streets of the town are beginning to fill with people. SAMUEL COLT staggers out of a hotel, loaded with saddlebags and gear. He has changed out of his fancy clothes into much rougher garb, sporting the leather trousers, vest of a cowboy, a cotton shirt and tan cowboy hat. He has added a gentleman’s flavor to the outfit by wearing a string tie around his neck. He stands in the street, looking back and forth, then spots something across the street and cuts across the crowd towards the porch of the saloon.

POV SAMUEL

CLINT FISHER is sitting in a chair on the porch of the saloon, smoking a cigar with a few other men and watching the streets in front of them.

CUT TO WIDE ANGLE of the street as Samuel shoves his way through the people and horses traversing the street and stops, breathless, in front of the porch.



CLINT
Took you long enough.

He throws the cigar to the ground, then stands, stretching luxuriously.

CUT TO BIRD’S EYE VIEW of the town, panning slowly along the streets until we arrive upon two figures riding their horses out of town – Samuel and Clint; Samuel’s horse is laden with luggage, and Clint’s horse only has one saddlebag, a rifle, and a wrapped package that looks suspiciously like a guitar.

The pair rides out of town into the surrounding plains.

INT. TEXAS BAR – NIGHT

Dean and Sam are stare at Karl with looks of disbelief on their faces.

DEAN
So he just went with this Fisher guy? No background check or anything?

KARL
You have to remember that this was the Old West. There was no such thing as background checks. You trusted a man by his word and by what gun he carried on his hip. Fisher was a man of few words and many weapons, however, and Colt was naïve when it came to the ways of the mountain men.

SAM
So Clint couldn’t be trusted?

KARL
Just listen to the story!

EXT. TEXAS MOUNTAINS – EVENING – 1835

Clint and Samuel are sitting at a fire as their horses drowse in the background. Clint stares at the fire, poking it nonchalantly with a stick while Samuel watches the stars. A full moon is rising.

SAMUEL
So, you grew up here?

CLINT
Mostly.

SAMUEL
How’d you get to be a guide?

CLINT
Word travels fast in these parts.

It’s not easy to get this man to talk. Samuel looks around the campsite.

SAMUEL
You play guitar?

CLINT
Sometimes.

SAMUEL
I give up.

He rolls down his bedding next to the fire and settles down for the night.

MUSIC CUE: "TRIAL BY FIRE" MARCO BELTRAMI

Suddenly, the mountain man is startled out of his thoughts by an eerie howl cutting through the night air.



Samuel sits bolt upright as Clint snatches his rifle and stares into the darkness surrounding their fire.

SAMUEL
Was that a wolf?

CLINT
That wasn’t a wolf.

SAMUEL
Then, what else could it be?

CLINT
Stay here.

He takes his rifle and disappears into the surrounding darkness. Samuel is left alone; he can hear the tramping of Clint’s feet fade into the distance. Soon, the only sound is of the crickets and the crackling fire. The horses nervously tug at their picket lines. Samuel turns by the fire, trying to see into the darkness surrounding him. The eerie howl sounds again, and then shortly after –

BOOM!!!

The resounding shot of a rifle echoes off the mountainside, rolling and undulating down through the trees. Samuel is startled and retreats to the edge of the fire, grabbing a fiery brand from the flames and brandishing it before him. Movement sounds in the forest around him. Something is watching him.

SAMUEL
Clint?

POV Samuel

Something is rustling through the undergrowth in the forest. Samuel bravely holds the flaming stick in front of him.

SAMUEL
Hello?

Clint emerges from the underbrush, alone.

CUT TO WIDE ANGLE OF CAMPSITE

CLINT
Put that stick down.

SAMUEL
What was that?

CLINT
Nothing.

SAMUEL
Well then, what did you shoot at?

CLINT
(beat)
Rabid wolf.

SAMUEL
You said it wasn’t a wolf.

Clint says nothing but lays his rifle down next to the fire and proceeds to reload it, taking out a small box with several dozen bullets inside. Samuel catches the glint of them in the light of the fire.

SAMUEL
Are those silver?

Clint nods.

SAMUEL
How can you afford silver bullets? And how could you waste one on a rabid wolf?

CLINT
It wasn’t wasted.

SAMUEL
(frustrated)
What do you take me for? Do you think that I’m some sort of stupid city man who will believe anything you say? A normal man would not go around shooting at things in the night with silver bullets.

Clint stops reloading the rifle and looks at Samuel, straight in the eye. Samuel is frozen by his gaze.

CLINT
There are a lot of things in this world you aren’t aware of, kid. One of those things is something that I hunt. You wouldn’t believe any story I had to tell you, and I’m certainly not going to start sharing stories. You can trust me to show you what you need for your gun, but other than that, don’t delve into my life.

Samuel stares at him, then Clint drops his gaze back to the fire.

SAMUEL
Who are you?



Clint stares into the fire for a long time, distant memories running through his mind.

CLINT
You don’t want to know about my life, kid.

EXT. FOREST – NIGHT – FLASH BACK

A cabin, burning in the forest. Screams of agony. A man running towards the fire. The flames illuminate the man’s face, it’s Clint, there’s a sheer look of desperation in his eyes.

CLINT
(screams)
Sarah!

EXT. CAMPFIRE – NIGHT

Clint shakes his head, willing the memory away. Unconsciously, he rubs at the white scar.

CLINT
Change of terms, kid. I don’t want your twenty dollars anymore. I want you to make me a gun.

EXT. MOUNTAINS – MORNING

Clint and Samuel are riding single file up the mountainside. The terrain is rocky and there is not much plant growth in the rocks. A hot sun beats down from above.

SAMUEL
I need hard minerals. Ones that won’t melt under high heat.

CLINT
Top of this mountain, you might find what you’re looking for.

SAMUEL
Enough to mine?

CLINT
This is Indian country. You don’t want to mine here.

SAMUEL
I could buy it from them.

CLINT
You have that kind of money? They’ll drive a high price. They know this land is worth something. The United States government is selling things cheap, but anything that belongs to the Indians isn’t going to be so cheap. That’s if they even decide you’re worth selling to. More than likely they’d just kill you. They know that if you don’t get what you want, you’ll be back with firesticks and death. They’re running out of places to go. They’re holding on firm to what they have left.

SAMUEL
How do you know so much about the Indians?

CLINT
I was raised by them.

SAMUEL
What?

CLINT
My family was killed. They took me in and I learned their ways, how they work, how they talk. Their stories, their legends.

SAMUEL
Did they kill your family?

CLINT
No.
(changing subject)
How much do you need for your guns?

SAMUEL
Uh … I’ll just start with one. I’ll make the one you want first. If it works I’ll be back.
(beat)
This gun is going to be different.

He points at Clint’s rifle.

SAMUEL
You have to reload your rifle each time you shoot at something.

CLINT
And you’re going to make one that’s better?

SAMUEL
A new pistol. A pistol that will have a revolving chamber so you don’t have to reload each time you fire off a shot.

CLINT
I have a cousin. He’s a gunsmith, too. Name’s Winchester. He’s working on a new rifle.

SAMUEL
Don’t tell me he has the Samuel idea.

CLINT
Don’t know. I have a feeling the army’s going to hire him. They’ve been pestering him for a while. His name’s Samuel, too

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. TEXAS BAR - NIGHT

In the midst of noise and merriment and drinking and games, Dean and Samuel are listening intently to Karl’s story.

DEAN
Did you just say Winchester?

KARL
Didn’t know that your family line stretched back that far, did you?

DEAN
We were never into the family tree.

SAM
There’s hundreds of Winchester’s out there that aren’t even remotely related to us. How do you know this one is?

KARL
You kids may not keep track of the family line, but trust us – we have. You’ve got quite an interesting history.

DEAN
So are you saying this Clint guy is a relative?

KARL
Distant cousin. He was cousin to Samuel Winchester who created the gun that won the West – the most popular rifle of its time. The family line was cursed, too. His daughter went crazy and thought spirits would kill her if she didn’t continue constructing a house for as long as she lived.

SAMUEL
She didn’t leave any children.

KARL
But Samuel Winchester’s cousin, Clint, did. Fisher was his working name. His children claimed his original name.

EXT. MOUNTAINS – MORNING – 1835

SAMUEL
Times like these, having a new gun might do us some good.

CLINT
Have any family in the military?

SAMUEL
No. You?

CLINT
My brother. He’s stationed at the Alamo.

SAMUEL
The Alamo? Never heard of it.

CLINT
It’s by the Mexican border. Doesn’t get much action.

LATER:

Clint is kneeling and holding the reins of his horse, inspecting the rocky ground. Samuel overlooks him from his horse. A wide, flat, rocky expanse is around them at the top of the mountain.

SAMUEL
What is it?

CLINT
(shakes head)
We shouldn’t be here.

SAMUEL
Why?

Clint stands and looks around, fingering the knife on his belt uneasily. A warm wind whistles through the air.

CLINT
(murmur)
This isn’t right.

POV Clint

We see an angry black storm cloud gathering at the horizon on the plains. Lightening crackles from within the cloud and the distant boom of thunder echoes across the plains.

SAMUEL
We shouldn’t be up here with a storm coming.

CLINT
Get off your horse.

Confused, Samuel does so. Clint goes to his horse and pulls out a small bag from one of his saddlebags. He grabs Samuel’s horse and leads the two animals over to the middle of the mountaintop. The storm in the distance is coming closer, and the wind is picking up. Clint loops the horse’s reins around a rock jutting up from the landscape and pulls a black stick out of the bag in his hand.

CLINT
Stand by the horses and don’t move.

SAMUEL
Why? What’s going on? We need to get down from here.

CLINT
(looks him in the eye)
Trust me.

Samuel stands by the horses and watches as Clint begins to draw a circle around them all, adding a pentagram and various symbols along the outside of the circle – gradually we realize he is making a Devil’s Trap! When he is finished, he stands next to Samuel, drawing his knife and pistol from his belt. The storm is nearly on them. The men have to shout to be heard above the wind.

SAMUEL
What is all that?

CLINT
Protection.

SAMUEL
Protection against what?

CLINT
(beat)
Demons.

SAMUEL
Demons? Are you crazy? There’s a storm above us! A circle in the dirt isn’t going to protect us against a storm!

The storm is swirling madly above them now, and the wind roars deafeningly. Lightening crackles all around them. The horses snort in terror and Clint lays his hands on their noses, whispering softly to them. Gradually, they calm, and Samuel watches, fascinated. Lightening is hitting the ground around them, impossibly staying on the edges of the circle.

CLINT
They’re angry.

SAMUEL
Who? What are you talking about?

MUSIC CUE: "SONG FOR JESSE" BY NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS

Suddenly, in the middle of the inferno, a face appears in the clouds! It is an old Indian face with blazing eyes filled with lightening. Its mouth opens to reveal an endless black.



Samuel stares in horror.

CLINT
Don’t look at it!

He pushes Samuel down next to the horses and stands in front of him, glaring at the storm clouds.

CLINT
Regna terrae!

DEMON
Who dares to summon me?

Its voice is deep and crackling with lightening. Samuel cowers in fear.

CLINT
I need something from you.

DEMON
You will die here.

CLINT
We will leave here unharmed.

DEMON
You will not leave with your lives!

Clint stares at the demon, a cold eyed, steely glare. Wind whips around the mountaintop, and Samuel gazes at the sight of the cloud demon and Clint more with awe than horror, now.

CLINT
(changes tactics)
What is your mystery?

DEMON
There are two people who gaze on each other, day and night without ceasing. Who are they?

CLINT
(laughs)
You had to make it easy on me.
(beat)
Two people who gaze on each other and who will continue to gaze upon each other until eternity ends are the sky and the earth.

The demon swirls angrily.

DEMON
Another riddle, then, hunter.
(beat)
What does a man enter by three places, but leave by only one?

Samuel stirs as Clint pauses, gazing at the spirit.

SAMUEL
A shirt. You put your head and arms into three places, but they only come out one way.

DEMON
Both of you possess knowledge – but summoning a demon is not a matter to be taken lightly.
(beat)
What is it that you want?

CLINT
I want to know when the star will come.

DEMON
There are many stars that pass by this world.

CLINT
There is one in particular, one that comes once in every man’s lifetime. It came forty years before I was born and it is due to come soon. When will it be here?

DEMON
Why is a star so important to you?

CLINT
I want to see it before I die.

DEMON
(beat)
It will come when the moon has passed through half its cycle.

CLINT
(nods grimly, whispers to Samuel)
When I move, I want you to get down, cover your head, and don’t move until I tell you to. It’s going to sound like hell itself opened up in a moment.

As if on cue, lightening crackles through the air and strikes the ground around Samuel and Clint. They duck for cover next to the horses. The horses neigh in terror, pulling at their reins. Clint puts his hand on one of the horses’ sides and it calms.

CLINT
Get down!

Samuel ducks, arms over his head. Clint swings the rifle up and around, pointing it at the mass of clouds and lightning above him.

CLINT
I’m sending you back to hell.

PAN UP looking down on Clint and Samuel as Clint aims the rifle straight at the camera.

CLINT
Non delomelanicon!

CUT TO WIDE ANGLE of the mountaintop, a bird’s eye view. Several tremendous bolts of lightening flash out of the sky, striking the ground around the pentagram. As Clint speaks, the clouds convulse above him, and lightning strikes the ground, shaking the mountaintop and leaving charred, black holes in their wake.

CLINT
Per eumdem Christum Dominum nostrum, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et saeculum per ignem. Tu autem effugare, diabole; appropinquabit enim judicium Dei!

Clint FIRES the rifle into the clouds! A tremendous SCREAM is torn from a thousand voices, and Clint drops the rifle to cover his ears with his hands. Slowly, the lightening dissipates and the clouds dissolve. Samuel looks up.

Clint stands and walks to the edge of the pentagram.

SAMUEL
That … that was Latin.



Clint doesn’t acknowledge him.

SAMUEL
Since when does a mountain man raised by Indians speak Latin?

CLINT
There are some things in this life that can’t be explained. You just know they’re there. Those are the things that I hunt.

The sun begins to beam down upon them, shining as though there had never been a cloud in the sky.

EXT. TEXAS – NOON – 1835 ("ANOTHER LOVELY THING" NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS)

The sun beams down brilliantly on Samuel and Clint. Clint is calmly gathering his things. Samuel is standing still, glaring at the man, still shocked by what he’s seen.

SAMUEL
Alright, explain to me right now who you are and what exactly that thing was back there!

Clint doesn’t reply; he slowly packs his horse, checking its straps and securing the bags.



CLINT
A long time ago, when I was only four, my home was burnt to the ground. By what, I don’t know. All I know is that my mother, father and brother were inside when it happened. I was out herding our cattle when I saw the smoke … but I was too late. Indians in the area saw the smoke as well. They took me with them and we moved into the mountains. My relatives came looking for us, but the Indians were basically untraceable.

As he continues to speak, the pair begins to move down the mountainside, leading their horses behind them.

CLINT
I grew up with the Indians, learned their ways . . . and I learned that there are powerful forces in this world beyond our understanding. Spirits, creatures, and demons that walk this earth and cause chaos and trepidation wherever they go. I learned of the spirits and the demons from the Indians. I learned of everything else on my own. Most of these creatures are evil and need to be destroyed. Last night, you remember the wolf?

Samuel nods.

CLINT
It wasn’t a wolf. It was what I’d like to call a werewolf. They can only be killed by silver bullets. I found that out by mistake. One was hunting me about a year ago. I was running out of metal for my ammo and melted down a silver amulet. Found out that kills them.
(laughs)
Sounds pretty crazy, doesn’t it? That’s why I live a lonely life. No one would believe me if I told my story. You just might believe me because you’ve seen some of it for yourself.

SAMUEL
I’m still not quite sure what I saw.

CLINT
It was an old Indian demon. He’s a captured demon, called upon to protect sacred ground by the Indians. Summoning a demon is never a matter to be taken lightly. I’m guessing that after they summoned him, they were wiped out. There are no Indians living within this area.

SAMUEL
I just . . . how is this possible? It isn’t possible! This is crazy. I must be losing my mind.

CLINT
I wish I was. Knowing that these things are roaming the earth . . . it puts a weight on your shoulders, you know? A burden. Knowing that you’re the only one that might have a dickens of a chance of stopping them.

SAMUEL
I still don’t understand how you killed it.

CLINT
I didn’t. Just scared it away. Used a bullet traced with iron. Demons can’t touch the stuff. The pentagram I drew – they can’t cross that either.

SAMUEL
And the Latin?

CLINT
Only language they seem to speak. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started an exorcism – problem was, there was no one to exorcise the demon from. I’m surprised it worked.

SAMUEL
So did you . . . did you send it to hell?

CLINT
No. Just scared it.

SAMUEL
This is … this is just too unbelievable.

CLINT
Believe it, kid. You’re living in it.

SAMUEL
Why were you asking about a star?

CLINT
I was asking about Halley’s Comet.

SAMUEL
What did you need to know that for?

CLINT
For that gun you’re going to make for me.

SAMUEL
What does Halley’s Comet have to do with it?

CLINT
Plenty.
(beat)
There are some things out there that are impossible to kill with the weapons that I have. I need something … something special. Something that will kill anything.

SAMUEL
Guns can kill. Why can’t you just use your rifle?

CLINT
It isn’t as simple as that. Werewolves only respond to silver bullets. Spirits to salt. Regular bullets don’t work.

SAMUEL
So not only do you need a gun, you need bullets that will work in the way that you want them to?

Clint nods. The two ride in silence for a while.



SAMUEL
Why do you do it?

CLINT
Do what?

SAMUEL
Why do you hunt these things? I mean, you could have lived a fairly normal life. I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Some of it’s in stories and fairy tales, but I never would have believed it was real. So why do you hunt them? Why not live life as if they aren’t there? Let someone else deal with it?

Clint exhales, pained by the returning memories.

CLINT
The woman I loved was killed by a demon.
(beat)
She was beautiful. Sweet, innocent. Full of goodness.
(beat)
What justifies her being killed by such an evil thing?

Samuel is taken aback and does not know what to say.

CLINT
I hunt these things to keep men, women and children safe from dying terrible deaths before their time. I hunt so that my children won’t have to wonder why they’re afraid of the dark. I hunt … for her. Every day I think about the demon that took my wife. I’ve tried everything I could think of to destroy it, but nothing works.
(beat)
I need this gun, Colt. I need you to make it for me.

SAMUEL
(quietly)
I can make guns, Clint. I can’t make supernatural guns.

CLINT
I can show you how.

Clint shades his eyes with his hand and looks at the sun.

CLINT
We have three days.

EXT. DESERT – SUN SET

PANORAMIC VIEW of a typical Western American desert. The sun is starting to set, leaving the sky awash in colors. Two small figures on horseback trudge across the dusty ground.

KARL (V.O.)
Clint knew what had to go into the making of the gun but he knew nothing of the gunsmith’s trade. He was a loner all his life but at that moment in time, he needed Samuel Colt. Colt had no idea what he was getting himself into.
(beat)
As the days neared to the passing of Halley’s Comet, they set up camp with some Indians.

EXT. INDIAN CAMP - NIGHT

PAN THROUGH the camp, showing Indians sitting around various campfires, children playing and women cooking.

INT. TENT - NIGHT

Samuel Colt is working on a mold for a pistol. He has constructed a furnace and has a gunsmith’s workshop going inside the large tent. He wears a leather apron and gloves and wipes sweat from his brow. Clint ENTERS.

CLINT
How’s it going?

SAMUEL
Slowly. I have the metals I need but the tools are inadequate. I didn’t think I was going to be making a gun until I came back from this expedition.



CLINT
The comet passes tomorrow night. Will everything be ready by then?

SAMUEL
If I get some help, maybe.

CLINT
What do you need me to do?

Samuel pulls off his gloves and directs Clint to some drawings on a table.

SAMUEL
These drawings you made, the diagrams from your journal … I’m not going to have time to mold a gun and bullets and get the etchings done on both. You can help out with that.

CLINT
Fine. Show me what I have to do.

MUSIC CUE: "MOVING ON" NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS

FADE FROM Clint and Samuel looking at the drawings to Samuel clanging away on an anvil, Clint etching some bullets with a knife, and the fire raging in the furnace.

KARL (V.O.)
They worked for two days and two nights on the gun. The night Halley’s Comet passed, Clint took the finished gun from Samuel Colt and went into the mountains. Samuel stayed behind with the Indians.

EXT. INDIAN CAMP – NIGHT

The Indians are dancing around a huge bonfire. Samuel is standing at the edge of the activity, staring into the flames as pounding drums keep the beat.

Suddenly, the Indians stop. There is not a sound. Everyone looks up into the night sky as Halley’s Comet slowly passes overhead, a brilliant array of light. Samuel cannot keep the awe from his eyes as he watches.

EXT. MOUNTAINS - NIGHT

Clint stands in the middle of an intricate diagram drawn into the ground, the Colt in his hands. The comet passes overhead and Clint watches, then closes his eyes.

CLINT
God forgive me.

The diagram underneath him shimmers in a blue-white light. He takes the Colt and opens its chamber, popping out one of the bullets. He looks at it in the light of the comet, then grips it tightly, looking back at the night sky.



CLINT
(whispers)
Forgive me for whatever I may do.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT

TEXT: 1825…

Clint approaches the cabin, rifle slung over his shoulder. He is younger, has no scar and looks tired. While he is still quite a distance away, the cabin door opens and SARAH stands in the doorway, smiling at him.

SARAH
Clint! You’re back late!

CLINT
I know. No venison today.

SARAH
(smiles)
It’s okay. I still love you.

Suddenly she is pulled into the cabin from behind. She screams as the door slams shut.

Clint pauses, unsure as to what just happened.

CLINT
Sarah?

Suddenly, the cabin bursts into flames! Clint races towards it, screaming his wife’s name.

CLINT
Sarah!

EXT. MOUNTAINS - NIGHT ("THE MONEY TRAIN" BY NICK CAVE AND WARREN ELLIS)

TEST: 1835

Clint sprinkles some black dust on the ground, muttering an incantation.



VOICE (O.S.)
You dare to summon me?

The voice is male, dark and seductive.

Clint does not move, but his fingers twitch on the Colt.

A man steps into view outside of the pentagram. His eyes glow orange. A demon. He is dark, with Spanish features.

DEMON
I’ve heard of you.
(beat)
Many have hunted us throughout time … but none have been as successful as you. I would dare say you just might be a true hunter.

The demon chuckles.



DEMON
I’m curious. Why would you summon me when you know I can kill you in an instant?

CLINT
You killed my wife.

DEMON
Ah. So you would like to join her, is that it? I’m more than happy to oblige.

The demon steps closer and looks at Clint.

DEMON
Yes. I remember you. I remember her. Lovely lady. Ripe for the picking. You know it’s no fun killing thieves and murderers. It’s best to go for the innocents. They seem to make more of an impact on those around them. Some are even driven to suicide or murder themselves when a loved one is killed. You obviously haven’t killed yourself yet … but you have done a lot of killing. Surprisingly not your fellow men. You’ve rid the West of spirits and werewolves and vampires … and you’ve summoned your share of demons … but you haven’t killed one of us yet.

Clint is sweating. His fingers tighten on the Colt.

DEMON
How would you like to die? Burning? Dismantling? Drowning in your own blood? We could do a lot more than that.

Slowly, Clint stands. He raises the Colt, pointing it at the demon. The demon smiles, relaxed and confident.

DEMON
Guns can’t hurt me, boy.

CLINT
Go to hell.

Clint points the gun straight into the camera, and in SLOW MOTION, we see the Colt fire, the bullet ejecting from the chamber.

PANORAMIC VIEW of the clearing as we return to REAL TIME. The demon jerks as the bullet hits him in the middle of his forehead.



Small flickers of light emanate from the hole the bullet has made and the demon looks at Clint, astonished, before he falls to the ground, dead.

Clint stands over the demon’s body, the Colt hanging loose in his hand. He looks up into the night sky.

CLINT
(whispering)
That was for you, Sarah.

EXT. WOODS - CAMPFIRE - NIGHT

Samuel is sitting by the fire, alert. Clint steps into the frame and Samuel scrambles to his feet.

SAMUEL
What happened?

CLINT
The gun works.

SAMUEL
What did you use it on? A wolf thing?

CLINT
(beat)
Demon.

SAMUEL
Are you crazy? You just summoned a demon to see if the gun worked or not?

CLINT
It worked.
(beat)
We need to go to fort Alamo tomorrow.

SAMUEL
Why?

CLINT
I need to give my brother a message.

SAMUEL
I’m going back East.

Clint says nothing. He sits down next to the fire.



SAMUEL
Did you hear me? I’m going back home. I know where I need to get my minerals now. I made you your gun and it works. The revolving chamber seems to be fine. It’s time for me to go.

CLINT
Then go.

SAMUEL
I’m leaving tomorrow. Going back to San Antonio then I’ll take the train back East.

Clint stands, goes to his horse, and takes out the guitar. He comes back and sits down, tuning the strings.

CLINT
My wife died ten years ago today.

SAMUEL
(beat)
I’m sorry.

CLINT
I killed the demon that killed her. Your gun is what did it. Something that can kill demons.

Clint softly begins to play “Red River Valley” on the guitar. The two men stare into the flames...

EXT. DESERT - MORNING ("ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL" NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS) 2:00

PAN OVER a picturesque view of the desert. A lone horseman trots across the expanse.

KARL (V.O.)
Clint Fisher and Samuel Colt parted ways that day. As far as anyone knows they never saw each other again.

INT. OLD WEST HOTEL ROOM– EVENING

Samuel sits at a desk. He stares at the journal in front of him with empty pages; then looks out the window.

KARL (V.O.)
There is nothing in Colt’s journals chronicling that year he spent researching for his new revolver. Some say it was because he didn’t want his rivals, the Winchester’s, to find out any of his plans. We say it was probably because his exposure to the underworld shocked him so much he didn’t quite know what to write.

Samuel begins to write, fast and hard. Getting everything down on paper.

KARL (V.O.)
Others say he did write everything down, that he has the instructions on the making of the Colt somewhere.

EXT. MOUNTAINS – SUNSET

Clint sits on his horse as he watches the sunset.

KARL (V.O.)
Others say it was Clint that had the instructions written in his journal. Samuel Colt made the gun, Clint Fisher made the gun work.

INT. TEXAS BAR – NIGHT - PRESENT DAY

The Winchesters listen intently to the story.

KARL
That isn’t the story you hear from other hunters. Everyone thinks it was Colt that made the gun and made it what it is. Colt didn’t have a bit of experience when it came to the supernatural.

EXT. SAN ANTONIO - 1835

Samuel Colt is back in his gentleman’s clothes. He stands next to a carriage and shoves a box up towards the coachman. He swings inside but pauses before entering the carriage, looking at the town one last time. He tips his hat towards the town then enters the carriage.

KARL (V.O.)
The rest you know about Samuel Colt. You can read about his life in the history books. Most famous pistol maker in history, known for his invention of the revolving chamber. I’ve just filled in the missing year that most people don’t tell you about.

EXT. FORT ALAMO - 1836

The siege on the Alamo is in full force. Men fight for their lives, cannons boom, rifles and knives are being used everywhere.

Clint Fisher is in the middle of the fray, his rifle in his hands, the Colt at his belt. A man stands next to him, fighting back to back. This is DANIEL WINCHESTER. In the course of the battle we see Karl safely perched on top of a building out of view of the Spaniards and Americans below, smoking cigars and watching the battle intently.

KARL (V.O.)
Clint found his brother, but ended up in the middle of the fight over the Alamo. Nobody knew what it was that Clint had to tell his brother. Some say that he told him that Sarah’s killer had finally been found. Others say that his brother was in on the whole supernatural hunt and Clint had come to share his newfound weapon. Nobody knows for sure. All they know is that Daniel Winchester died in the fight for the tiny little fort in the middle of nowhere. Clint Fisher disappeared. His body was never found.

EXT. DESERT - EVENING

A long horseman wanders the desert, silhouetted in the evening sun.

KARL (V.O.)
Of course, we all know he escaped. Legend has it that he carries one of the bullets from the Colt around his neck. Why he kept it, no one knows...

CLOSE ON the rider as we see Clint’s face under the worn cowboy hat.



A bullet hangs on a leather cord around his neck.

INT. TEXAS BAR - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY

Dean, Sam, and Karl sit around their table.

KARL
And that’s the end. That’s all we know.

SAM
That’s quite a story.

Dean nods to Sam. Sam pulls out their Dad’s journal and begins reading the exorcism.

KARL
Thought you told me, you'd let me go.

DEAN
We lied.

Karl twitches, fighting the force ripping him from his host.

KARL
(with difficulty, to Dean)
You know … you’re a lot like him.

DEAN
Like who?

Karl grins, then he screams, black smoke erupts from his mouth and swirls around the ceiling, it disappears through the fireplace across the room. Startled cowboys and ranchers look around, wondering what just happened.

SAM
They’re too drunk to be able to report anything on that.

Karl’s host crumbles into dust; his body too old to function anymore.

DEAN
Thanks for the story.
(beat)
Sammy, time for us to go.

EXT. TEXAS BAR - NIGHT

Sam and Dean walk out to the Impala.

SAM
What do you think he meant when he said you were like him?

DEAN
(worried)
I don’t know.
(beat)
Let’s go, Sam.

The brothers enter the Impala.

PANORAMIC VIEW of the road as the Impala disappears into the distance.

Hint's of "The stranger theme" as the Stranger steps into frame, watching the car disappear into the distance. We pan up to the stars above.

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