What if they got left in the past?
"Dean! The ashes!" Sam yelled when he realized the clock was striking noon. Cas was going to pull them back any second.
They rushed up to the crispy critter and shoved as many of the ashes as they could fit in the bottle. Sam checked his watch. "The 24 hours have passed," he said in a panic. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life back here. Dean was clearly disappointed with the time period, too.
"Maybe he's just running a little late," Dean said.
"No, Dude. He said if he didn't bring up back within 24 hours we would be stuck here forever. What are we going to do for money? There's no credit card scamming in the old west."
"There's poker," Dean pointed out.
"That's fine for you, but let's face it, I'm not that good."
"You beat that he-witch," Dean reminded him.
"Lucky break. Wouldn't happen again. Are we going to hunt here?"
"How many bullets were with the gun when Colt gave it to you?" Dean asked.
"13," Sam answered, wondering at the sudden change of subject.
"Crap," Dean said.
"What?"
"Remember when Dad told us about the gun. He said Samuel Colt made a special gun. He gave this gun to a hunter, a man like us except on horseback. He only made 13 bullets. This hunter used 6 of them. If the Colt has 13 bullets now, you're the hunter he gave it to. We are going to be stuck back here hunting."
"How are we going to even get around?" Sam whined.
"On horseback," Dean answered.
"How will we find jobs? There's no internet here and news from other areas will take a while to arrive."
"We'll figure it out, Sam," Dean said. Sam hadn't been this whiney in a long time, but in a way he couldn't really blame him. He was kind of mad that he hadn't even gotten a chance to say good bye to his baby.
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The next day, the stagecoach arrived from out west. "Should we get on the stage and go somewhere else?" Sam asked.
Dean had been checking out the town last night, while Sam had been trying to do research. The town didn't have a library and there was no internet, so Sam was at a loss.
"Actually, I think there's a job in this town. We ought to take care of it before we take off."
"A job? We just killed a Phoenix. You're telling me there's something else in this little Podunk town?"
"I think so. There have been a lot of cattle deaths the last few days," Dean said.
"Maybe it was the Phoenix. Or disease."
Sam wanted to go East to where there would be libraries and more civilization in general. What he really wanted was to go back to the future, but he didn't know how to do that. "Let's just go East."
"You do know there's a war going on, right?" Dean reminded Sam.
That was something to consider. The Civil War was not fun.
"But cattle deaths? That's not necessarily anything."
"There have also been electrical storms and the temperature has been fluctuating wildly in the last week," Dean continued.
"Sounds like a demon," Sam grumbled. Demons were his least favorite.
"Yes, it does," Dean concurred. He couldn't really get jazzed over a demon hunt either, but they were already here.
"Joe, come on. We need to go see Mr. Umbach about buying that cattle!" they heard someone yell.
"I'm coming, Adam. Just hold your horses."
"Why can't you just do what I tell you, when I tell you? Of all the little brothers, I have to get stuck with the willful one."
"And of all the big brothers, I gotta get stuck with the bossiest one."
Sam and Dean shared a look and both tried to stifle a laugh.
"Alright. There will be another stage next week. Let's wrap this up before then," Sam said.
"You know, I'm not really sure how to go about looking for a demon. They usually find us."
"Yeah," Sam said, and then grabbed his head and fell down to his knees.
"Sam!" Dean yelled. He was sure his wall was crumbling. He had wanted to get back home before, but now he really wanted to.
"Adam!" Joe yelled and went rushing over to help the men. Adam came running up behind.
"What's wrong with him?" Adam asked.
"Nothing. I'm OK," Sam said.
"Are you sure?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Remember those headaches I used to get a few years ago. They appear to be back."
Dean was confused for a minute, then he remembered Sam's visions. He wasn't sure if that was what he meant or not and he couldn't ask him in front of these two.
"Well, thanks. I think I need to get him inside," Dean said as he helped Sam to his feet.
"Where are you staying?" Adam asked.
"Above the bar," Dean said. Which brought them to another problem. They only had so much money. He should see if he could find a poker game tonight.
"Let us help you," Joe said.
"No. That's OK. I've got him," Dean said.
"You sure?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam answered.
Adam shrugged and he and Joe went off to see a man about some cows.