"It's here, somewhere. I know it." Sam says as he looked around an old warehouse. He looks down and moves towards a desk. "Help me move this." He gestures to Bobby.
They move the desk to reveal a trapdoor. Bobby gives the door an approving smile, "I'm be damned."
Sam opens the trapdoor to see that it revealed a ladder the lead to a secret room. Sam went down first, followed by Teresa, then Dean and Bobby. Just before Teresa got to the bottom of the ladder, she turned around so that Sam could reach up grabbing her at the waist and lifting her down. At the end of the hallway there was another door that leads to a giant library.
Sam walked in with arms out, "Welcome to the Campbell family library."
"So your Grandfather collected all these books?" Teresa asked with a look of a kid in a candy store.
Sam wraps his arm around her shoulder, placing a kiss on her forehead, "Apparently."
"Wow. All right, well, what are we looking for?" Dean asked as he looked around.
Bobby grabbed a book off the table, opening it to a random page, "Well, anything that'll put a run in the Octomom's stocking. Pick a row."
Sam and Teresa hit the wall on the far end while Dean and Bobby took either side. After about an hour of looking through book after book, Bobby found something.
"Bingo." He chimes as he grabs the books he was looking through and headed over to the table. "Any of you jokers ever heard anything about a Phoenix?"
"River, Joaquin, or the giant flaming bird?" Dean asked holding in a laugh, earning an eye roll from Teresa.
Bobby ignores Dean's comment and starts to read from the book in front of him, "It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother."
"Like the mother?" Teresa asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Great. Where do we get one?" Dean asked leaning back in his chair running his hands through his hair.
"You got me I thought it was a myth." Bobby sighed closing the book.
"Well I guess the next thing we need to look for is something on a Phoenix. No big deal." Teresa sighs as she heads back to the book self.
After another few minutes of reading Dean starts to have a little break down.
"Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys." Dean sang as he almost ran to the table where Bobby, Sam and Teresa were sitting.
"Dean breath." Teresa says trying not to laugh at the look Dean's face.
"Check this out." Dean chimes as he takes a seat across from Sam and Teresa. He crosses his legs and leans up against his chair. "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash."
"Really? Whose gun?" Sam asked leaning closer to his older brother.
A huge smile came to Dean's face, "Colt's."
Teresa dropped the book she had been reading, "Colt? You mean like . . ."
"Like the Colt. From," Dean hold up the book he had been reading with a huge grin, "Samuel Colt's Journal."
Then a huge smile came to Sam's face, "What?! That's his?"
"Yeah." Dean smirks.
"Dude, no!" Sam's eyes fly open.
"Dude, yes!" Dean emphasised
"Well, let me see it." Sam chimed as he reached for the book.
Dean pulls away and holds the journal close. "Get your own." Dean whines like a child.
"Great, I'm surrounded by children." Teresa sighs as she shakes her head.
Then Sam gave her one of his sad faces, so she shakes her head one more time before leaning over and kissing him softly.
"Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix? What does it look like? Has it got feathers?" Bobby asked shaking his head at the couple.
Dean reads the entry again, "It just says 'Phoenix'"
"Well did he at least say where he tracked it down?" Teresa inquired as she pulled away from Sam, who pulled her on to his lap.
"Nope." Dean said placing the book down on the table.
"All right, so I guess we got to find one of our own, whatever it is." Sam sighed leaning back in his chair and running his hand through his long hair.
All of a sudden a huge smirk appeared on Dean's face, "I know where we can find one."
"And where would that be?" Teresa asked with a raised eyebrow.
"March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll 'Star Trek IV' this bitch." Dean smiled waving the book at the three hunters.
Teresa and Sam look at each other with confused looks. Bobby shrugs, "I only watched 'Deep Space Nine'."
Dean's eyes flow open in utter horror, "It's like I don't even know you guys anymore. 'Star Trek IV'. Save the whales."
The three hunters just shrugged causing Dean to shake his head in disappointment.
"We hop back in time, we join up with Samuel Colt, we hunt the Phoenix, and then we haul the ashes back home with us." Dean says with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Time Travel?" Bobby asked with a confused look.
"Yeah." Dean smirks.
Bobby rolls his eyes, "That's a reasonable plan?"
"We got a guy who can swing it." Dean smiles before standing up, closing his eyes and leaning against the table, "Castiel. The, uh, fate of the world is in the balance. So, come on down here." Dean opens one eye and closes it when he doesn't see the trench coated angel, "Come on, Cass, 'I Dream of Jeannie' your ass down here pronto. Please."
There was a flapping sound from the back corner but instead of Cas it was a tall blonde women.
"Jeannie?" Dean asked looking the angel up and down.
"Rachel. I understand you need some assistance? How can I help you?" She says crossing her arms with disapproving look down her nose at the group.
"Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna." Dean crossed his arms to match the blonde angels.
"I'm here on Castiel's behalf." Rachel says in a stern voice.
"Where is he?" Sam asked a little concerned.
"Busy." She snaps at Sam.
"Busy, he's never too busy to see us." Teresa retorts.
"Well you would be busy to if you were commanding an army, so . . ." Rachel growls at the young huntress.
"So what, we're stuck with miss stick up her ass!" Teresa rolls her eyes, standing up from Sam's lap and getting into the female angels space completely annoyed at this moment.
"So you need to learn your place!" Rachel snaps stepping closer to Teresa, with pure hatred in her eyes.
"Look you feather bitch, I don't know who you think you are . . ." Teresa stopped when she was cut off.
"I'm his friend!" Rachel growls, her nose inches from Teresa's
"What, you think we're not?" Sam asked as he gets up out of his chair and going to his lovers side.
Rachel turned her attention to the tall hunter who was standing right behind Teresa, "I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war." She yells to the room.
"We get that." Sam said trying to calm the blonde angel.
Rachel turned swiftly looking up at Sam, "Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your tow, you petty, entitled little pie-" She stopped when there was a ruffling sound.
"Rachel. That's enough." Came Castiel's voice from the corner of the room.
The group turned to see that the familiar trench coated angel. What surprised the group most was that when Rachel saw Cas, she straightened up.
"I told you I'd take care of this." She said quietly, almost if she was scared of the dark haired angel.
"It's all right. You can go." Cas told his sister, with a stern voice.
"You're staying?" She asked raising her voice and her eyebrows.
"Go. I'll come when I can." Cas ordered Rachel, causing her to step back before she disappeared.
Dean shook his head then turned to his angel, "Wow. Friend of yours?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yes. She's, uh, my lieutenant. She's . . . committed to the cause." Cas said before turning to the group, "Now what do you need?"