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"It's here, somewhere. I know it," Sam says, searching through Samuel's office at the Campbell's compound. Dean, Gracilynn, and Bobby are helping him look. Sam moves over to the desk and talks to Bobby. "Help me move this."

Bobby comes over and helps Sam move it to reveal a trap door. Sam opens it and the four hunters share a look.

"I'll be damned," Bobby says. They all climb down the ladder and they look around the room filled with books.

"Welcome to the Campbell family library," Sam announces.

"So, Samuel collected all this stuff, huh?" Dean asks, taking in his surroundings.

"Apparently," Sam answers.

"Wow. All right, well, what are we looking for?" Dean asks.

"Well, anything that'll put a run in the Octomom's stockings. Pick a row," Bobby answers him. The four hunters start grabbing books and begin looking for anything that will help them kill the mother.

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All four hunters are sitting at the table in the middle of the room, each with a book in front of them.

"Bingo," Bobby says. "Either of you jokers ever heard anything about a Phoenix?"

"River, Joaquin, or the giant flaming bird?" Dean asks. Sam gives him a look.

"It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother," Bobby says, reading out of his book.

"The mother?" Sam asks.

"Great. Where do we get one?" Dean asks.

"You got me. I thought it was a myth," Bobby replies.

"All right, great. Well, let's see if we can find something out about a Phoenix," Sam says.

"Well, this is gonna be fun," Gracilynn says, sighing and not looking forward to all the research.

"Here," Sam says, plopping another book on top of the one already in front of her, "Look through this one."

Dean and Bobby chuckle while Gracilynn shoots her uncle a glare.

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" , guys, guys, guys, guys, check this out," Dean exclaims, starting to get excited. Dean walks over to the table where Bobby, Sam, and Gracilynn are and begins to read from the book in his hands. "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash."

"Really? Whose gun?" Sam asks.

"Colts," Dean replies.

"Colt? Colt like…" Sam asks.

"…like the Colt. From…" Dean begins, holding up his book showing the front cover with a big grin on his face. "…Samuel Colt's journal."

"What?!" Sam exclaims, his own grin appearing. "That's his?"

"Yeah," Dean answers.

"Dude, no," Sam says unbelievably.

"Dude, yes," Dean says, his excitement getting the better of him as well.

"Well, let me see it," Sam says, making a grab for the book. Dean yanks it out of his reach.

"Get your own," Dean says, leaning back and getting ready to read more. Gracilynn rolls her eyes.

"Don't you two start geeking out on us or anything," Gracilynn says, earning a snort from Bobby.

"Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix? What does it look like? Has it got feathers?" Bobby asks, getting everyone back on task.

"It just says 'Phoenix'," Dean replies.

"Did he say where he tracked it?" Bobby prods.

"No," Dean answers.

"All right, so I guess we got to find one of our own, whatever it is," Sam says.

"That should be easy," Gracilynn says sarcastically.

"I know where we can find one. March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll 'Star Trek IV' this bitch," Dean says. Sam shrugs his shoulders.

"I only watched 'Deep Space Nine'," Bobby adds.

"It's like I don't even know you guys anymore. 'Star Trek IV.' Save the whales," Dean says. Sam and Bobby both shrug. Dean looks over at his daughter.

"Tell me you've watched it," Dean all but pleads.

"I hated Star Trek," Gracilynn says, making a face. Dean looks appalled.

"I…" Dean takes a minute to digest this, closing his eyes. Without opening them, he points at her. "I blame your mother."

"Of course," Gracilynn says as Dean opens his eyes again.

"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 explains.

"Time travel?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah," Dean responds.

"That's a reasonable plan?" Bobby asks.

"Do you really have to ask that question Uncle Bobby?" Gracilynn asks in turn.

"We got a guy who can swing it," Dean says. He stands up and begins praying. "Castiel. The, uh, fate of the world is in the balance. So, come on down here…Come on, Cas, 'I Dream of Jeannie' your ass down here pronto. Please."

An angel appears off to the side in the vessel of a blonde woman. The four hunters notice her and look confused.

"Jeannie?" Dean asks, not sure what to think.

"Rachel. I understand you need some assistance? How can I help you?" she replies.

"Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna," Dean replies.

"I'm here on Castiel's behalf," Rachel says.

"Where is he?" Sam asks.

"Busy," Rachel says tersely. Gracilynn raises an eyebrow, already not liking this woman.

"Busy?" Dean asks.

"Yes."

"Well, we've got a line on the mother of freaking everything, so…" Dean begins impatiently.

"I'm sure your issue's very important. But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so…" Rachel says, cutting him off.

"So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny," Dean says, cutting her off this time.

"So you need to learn your place," Rachel says, annoyed.

"Right, 'cause they only saved the world," Gracilynn mutters. She feels a hand on her shoulder and she looks over to see her uncle giving her a look. She just rolls her eyes, bringing her attention back to her dad and Rachel's conversation.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are…" Dean says, but Rachel cuts him off again.

"I'm his friend," she says.

"What, you think we're not?" Sam counters.

"I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war," Rachel argues back.

"We get that," Sam says.

"Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie…" Rachel begins, her anger getting the best of her. Cas appears and cuts her off.

"Rachel. That's enough," he says. Rachel abruptly stops.

"I told you I'd take care of this," she says to Cas.

"It's all right. You can go," Cas dismisses her. Rachel looks surprised at this.

"You're staying?"

"Go. I'll come when I can," Cas replies. Rachel disappears and Dean looks over at Cas.

"Wow. Friend of yours?" he asks.

"Yes. She's, uh, my lieutenant. She's...committed to the cause. Now, what do you need?" Cas asks.

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"Why can't I go?" Gracilynn practically whines.

"Because it's too dangerous," Dean says simply.

"Dude! I just finished a hunt all by myself! To save your asses! But going back in time is too dangerous," Gracilynn says, scoffing. Dean takes a deep breath. He knew this wasn't going to go over very well.

"Gracie listen. I need you here," Dean says.

"No, you want me here," Gracilynn corrects. Dean looks over at his brother, silently asking for help on this one.

"Smalls…" Sam begins but Gracilynn cuts him off.

"Whatever," Gracilynn says, turning around and walking out of the room.

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"Where the hell's Dean?" Bobby asks Sam and Gracilynn.

"Supply run, he said. I don't know," Sam answers off-handedly.

"Um, about your plan. You'll only have 24 hours," Cas says from his spot leaning in the archway.

"Wait, what? Why?" Sam asks.

"Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations," Cas says. He looks over at Bobby when he starts talking.

"Yeah, aim lower," Bobby says, nodding his head towards Sam and giving Cas a knowing look.

"The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you. 24 hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time, you'll be lost to me," Cas explains.

"Of course," Gracilynn says sarcastically. Sam looks over at her, giving her a sympathetic look.

"You're angry," Cas says, not sure why.

"No shit, Sherlock," Gracilynn bites out.

"I am not…" Cas begins.

"Don't worry about it Cas, she's just throwing a tantrum Winchester style," Dean says as he enters the room carrying bags from 'Wally's Western World', earning a glare from his daughter. "Only 24 hours?"

"Yes," Cas answers.

"Well, then we better get you a watch," Dean says.

"What the hell's all that?" Bobby asks, noticing the bags.

"We are going native. Got to blend in," Dean says, handing Sam one of the bags. Sam just looks at it.

"Uh, no, thanks. I'm fine," Sam says.

"Sam," Dean says.

"Dean, I can…I can wear this," Sam says, gesturing towards his current clothes.

"And look like a spaceman?" Dean asks.

"Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff…" Sam replies.

"No, I'm not," Dean argues.

"You've seen every western out there," Gracilynn puts in.

"You have a fetish," Sam adds.

"Shut up. I like old movies," Dean counters.

"You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line," Sam argues.

"Even the monkey movies?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah. Especially the monkey movies," Sam answers.

"His name is Clyde. At least wear the damn shirt," Dean says, holding the bag out again.

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Dean and Sam walk back down the stairs. Sam's wearing a white shirt with embroidered yellow roses on it and Dean's wearing a whole outfit complete with a serape.

"Dean, this is stupid. I look stupid," Sam complains.

"You going to a hoedown?" Bobby asks.

"Now, is it…is it customary to wear a blanket?" Cas asks, confused by Dean's clothes.

"It's a sarape. And, yes. It's, uh... Never mind. Let's just go," Dean says. He notices the gold watches and chains in their bag. "What's this?"

"Where you're goin', they don't take plastic," Bobby explains.

"I'll send you back to March 4th. That should give you time to find the Colt... and this Phoenix creature," Cas says.

"All right, well, see ya at High Noon tomorrow," Dean says with a click of his tongue. He gives Gracilynn a reassuring smile right before Cas touches him and Sam on the forehead and they disappear.

"I have to go," Cas says to Bobby and Gracilynn.

"What about getting my dad and uncle back?" Gracilynn asks.

"Pray for me in 24 hours, and I'll return," Cas tells her and Bobby.

"I'll pray for all of us," Bobby says as Cas disappears. Bobby sets a timer for 24 hours and sets it on his desk. He hears a sigh and looks over to the couch where Gracilynn is slouched down, arms crossed, pouting. "You could help me with…"

"I'm just gonna go for a walk," Gracilynn says, getting up and exiting the room. Bobby sighs knowing he'd just have to wait her out until she got over her little tantrum.

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