Frontierland Part 1

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Bobby were in the Campbell's compound.

"It's here, somewhere. I know it." Sam said. "Help me move this." He said to Bobby.

Sam and Bobby moved Samuel's desk, revealing a trap door.

"I'll be damned," Bobby muttered.

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Bobby all headed down the ladder. They looked around the small room with their flashlights. There were shelves and shelves of books, and a table in the middle.

"Welcome to Campbell family library," Sam said.

"So, Samuel collected all this stuff?" Angela asked.

"Apparently." Sam nodded.

"Wow," Dean muttered. "Alright, well, what are we looking for?"

"Well, anything that'll put a run in Octomom's stockings," Bobby replied. "Pick a row."

The four hunters started looking through the books in the library. After a while, Bobby finally found something.

"Bingo." He said as they all sat at the table. "Have you three ever heard anything about a Phoenix?"

"River, Joaquin, or the giant flaming bird?" Dean raised a brow.

"It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother." Bobby read.

"The mother?" Sam asked.

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

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

"Alright, great. Well, let's see if we can find something out about a Phoenix." Angela replied.

They all started looking through the books. Dean was leaning against the shelf as he read one of the books. He looked over at Sam, Angela, and Bobby, a small grin on his face. The grin soon turned into a look of awe as he continued reading.

"Guys." He said. "Guys, guys, guys, guys, check this out." He added as he rushed to the table. "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash." He read.

"Really? Whose gun?" Angela asked curiously.

"Colt's." Dean grinned.

"Colt?" Sam asked skeptically. "Colt like—

"Like the Colt. From…" Dean trailed off as he held up the book with a grin. "Samuel Colt's journal."

"What?!" Angela grinned excitedly. "That's his?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"Dude, no." Sam grinned.

"Dude, yes," Dean replied.

Sam went to grab the book from Dean's hands. "Well, let me see it."

Dean held the book out of Sam's reach. "Get your own."

"Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix?" Bobby cut in. "What does it look like? Has it got feathers?"

"It just says 'Phoenix'." Dean shrugged.

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

"No." Dean shook his head.

Angela sighed. "Alright, so, I guess we got to find one of our own, whatever it is."

Dean paused for a moment, and then realization hit him. "I know where we can find one." He replied, earning confused looks from the other three hunters. "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll Star Trek IV this bitch."

Sam, Angela, and Bobby shot each other confused looks. Sam just shrugged.

"I only watched Deep Space Nine." Bobby shrugged.

Dean scoffed and shook his head. "It's like I don't even know you guys anymore." He muttered. "Star Trek IV. Save the whales."

Sam, Angela, and Bobby just replied with the shrug of their shoulders.

Dean sighed. "We hop back in time, we join up with Samuel Colt, and we hunt the Phoenix, and then we haul the ashes back home with us," Dean explained.

"Time travel?" Bobby asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah." Dean shrugged.

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

"We got a guy who can swing it." Dean shrugged. He stood up and bowed his head. "Castiel. The, uh, the 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." He prayed.

There was a flutter of wings and an angel in the vessel of a blonde woman appeared.

Dean looked over and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Jeannie?"

"Rachel." The angel smiled. "I understand you need some assistance? How can I help you?"

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

"I'm here on Castiel's behalf." Rachel smiled.

"Where is he?" Angela asked curiously.

"Busy," Rachel replied curtly.

"Busy?" Dean raised a brow.

"Yes."

Dean pursed his lips. "Well, we've got a line of the mother of freaking everything, so—

"I'm sure your issue's very important." Rachel interrupted. "But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so—

"So, we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny." Dean scoffed.

"So, you need to learn your place." Rachel said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't know who you think you are—

"I'm his friend," Rachel replied with a small smile.

Sam's brows furrowed slightly. "What, you think we're not?"

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

"We get that," Sam assured.

"Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie—

There was another flutter of wings and Castiel appeared. "Rachel. That's enough." He warned.

Rachel looked at Castiel. "I told you I'd take care of this." She replied quietly.

"It's alright," Castiel assured. "You can go."

Rachel's brows furrowed. "You're staying?"

"Go," Castiel repeated sternly. "I'll come when I can."

Rachel reluctantly followed orders and disappeared.

"Wow." Angela scoffed. "Friend of yours?"

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

~/~\~

Bobby, Sam, and Angela were sitting in Bobby's study cleaning their guns.

"Where the hell's Dean?" Bobby asked, breaking the silence.

"Supply run, he said." Angela shrugged. "I don't know."

Castiel was leaning against the wall. "Um, about your plan. You'll only have 24 hours."

Sam stood up and walked over to Castiel. "Wait, what? Why?"

"Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations," Castiel replied.

"Yeah, aim lower." Bobby cut in.

Castiel sighed. "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." Castiel explained.

Dean entered the room with a grin on his face. He was carrying several large shopping bags. "Well, then we better get you a watch."

Angela stood up and walked over so that she was next to Sam. "What the hell is all that?" She asked.

"We are going native. Got to blend in." Dean replied. He handed Sam and Angela two of the bags that read 'Wally's Western World'.

"No way." Angela shook her head.

"Yeah, no thanks." Sam agreed.

"Guys." Dean pressed.

"Dean, we can—we can wear our normal clothes," Sam replied.

"And look like people from freakin' space?" Dean scoffed.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff—

"No, I'm not!" Dean argued.

"You have a fetish!" Sam exclaimed.

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

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

Bobby's brows furrowed. "Even the monkey movies?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Especially the monkey movies."

"His name is Clyde," Dean replied. "Sam, just wear the damn shirt. Angie, wear the damn dress."

Sam came downstairs wearing a white shirt embroidered with yellow roses. Dean was wearing a whole outfit, complete with a sarape. Angela was still upstairs getting changed.

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

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's comment. "Angie, let's go!" He yelled.

Bobby scoffed as he took in Dean's outfit. "You going to a hoedown?"

Dean ignored the question. Angela started walking downstairs and walked into the study, a miserable look on her face. She was wearing a long, purple prairie dress that had an intricate white floral pattern. The dress had a square neckline and sleeves that came halfway down. The look was topped off with white lace gloves that came to her wrists, matching shoes, and a pendant.

"I look freakin' ridiculous!" Angela exclaimed.

Sam turned around to look at her and smiled softly. "You look ridiculously adorable." He replied, walking over to her.

"Where the hell am I supposed to hide a weapon?" Angela grumbled. "And how am I gonna hunt in this?!"

Sam's smile grew, and he pulled her to him. "Looks like I'll just have to protect you." He replied. Sam pressed a sweet kiss to her temple.

Dean rolled his eyes and made a fake gagging noise. "Alright, lovebirds. Let's go." He cut in. He picked up a handful of gold. "What's this?"

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

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

"Alright, well, see ya at High Noon tomorrow," Dean replied, winking and clicking his tongue. "Partner."

Castiel touched them on their foreheads and the three hunters appeared in Sunrise, Wyoming 1861.

~/~\~

They all looked around the little, slightly rundown town. Dean grinned as he walked around a bit.

"Oh, now we're talking," Dean said to himself.

~/~\~

"Alright," Dean said. "Let's go find Samuel Colt."

Sam set the timer on his watch to 24 hours.

"Hey, we should try the Saloon first, uh, see what we get from the locals," Dean suggested.

"Sure." Sam chuckled. "Whatever, Sundance."

"Think I'll have time to hit on saloon girls?" Dean smirked.

Sam and Angela gave Dean an unamused look.

"I'm kidding." Dean backtracked. "Come on."

As they walked Sam took a step into a pile of horse manure. "Oh, dammit. Come on." He groaned, lifting his foot slightly.

"You know what that is?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, it's horse—

"Authenticity!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam just groaned and took Angela's hand in his. The three of them walked into the center of town and saw a hanging taking place.

"We stand here today, March 4th, 1861, to execute justice upon Elias Finch for the murder of his own wife." Judge Mortimer said.

"Wow." Angela scoffed. "Talk about authenticity."

"Sentence handed down by myself, Tye Mortimer, duly appointed judge of the Wyoming circuit. You will be hung by your neck until you die." Judge Mortimer continued.

"You got anything to say?" the Sheriff asked Finch.

"You're gonna burn for this," Elia replied. "Every one of you." He added, looking at the Sheriff.

Elias was hanged, and his bones cracked. The crowd gasped in horror.

"Good times," Dean said sarcastically. "So, where do we find Sammy Colt?"

"No idea. Huh." Sam replied as he watched the judge and the Sheriff walked down the steps of the hanging platform. "I think I know who to ask, though."

A man turned around and stared at Dean's attire. "Nice blanket."

Dean, disappointed, took off the sarape and threw it on the ground. Sam, Dean, and Angela entered the jail to find the Sheriff.

~/~\~

"Sheriff? Can we have a word?" Dean asked.

"Depends who's askin'." The Sheriff replied.

"Marshal Eastwood. Clint Eastwood." Dean flashed his badge. He gestured at Sam. "This here is, uh, Walker. He's a Texas Ranger." He added. "And this is his wife." He gestured to Angela.

The Sheriff eyed Angela slightly and smirked. He looked at the boys. "What can I do for y'all?"

"Uh, we're looking for a man," Angela replied.

"I'll bet, sweetheart." Judge Mortimer replied. "Nice shirt, there." He gestured to Dean.

Dean was slightly taken aback. "What's wrong with my shirt?"

"You're very clean." Judge Mortimer replied.

"It's dirtier than it looks," Dean muttered.

"We need to find Samuel Colt." Sam cut in. "Do you know him?"

"The gun maker?" the Sheriff asked, brows raised.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Is he in town?"

"Not that I know of." The Sheriff shrugged. "Might try asking Elkins over at the Saloon. Been here longer than God."

Dean tipped his hat, and the three hunters left. They headed into the Saloon.

~/~\~

Dean walked into the Saloon excitedly. He surveyed the room and frowned. "This is not awesome."

Sam gave Dean an encouraging pat on the shoulder. Angela just gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Hi." Sam greeted the bartender.

"What'll you have?" Elkins asked.

"Oh, uh, okay. Great." Dean nodded. "I'll have your top-shelf whiskey."

"Only have the one shelf," Elkins replied.

"That'll do just fine." Dean smiled. "And he'll have a sarsaparilla." He pointed to Sam.

Elkins nodded and looked at Angela. "Anything for you, sweetheart?"

Angela shook her head and smiled politely. "No, thank you." She replied. "Are you Elkins?" She asked curiously.

"One and only." He replied as he started pouring the two drinks.

"You know a man named Samuel Colt?" Dean asked.

Elkins shrugged. "He passed through here about four years ago."

"He still around?" Sam asked.

"Rumor is, he's building a railroad stop 20 miles out of town, just by the Postal road," Elkins replied. "Middle of nowhere."

Sam looked at Dean and Angela. "The Devil's Gate?" he whispered.

"Location fits." Dean nodded.

A woman started walking down the stairs. "Howdy." She smiled at Dean. Her teeth were yellow and rotted.

"Darla's my best girl." Elkins praised.

"Try me. You want a kiss?" Darla asked Dean.

Dean leaned back. "S-so much germier than I pictured…"

As Darla tried to kiss Dean, Sam and Angela look on, fairly amused.

"Darla!" Judge Mortimer called as he walked in.

Darla paused. "Ah. Judge." She said turning around. "Nice to see you."

Judge Mortimer gestured upstairs. "I thought we had a date."

Darla nodded and walked over to him. She led him upstairs and shot a wink at Dean.

"Wow, that was a close one," Dean commented.

"I guess it's good to be the judge." Angela laughed.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. He took a sip of his whiskey and spit it out. "Oh, it's like gasoline."

Sam smirked. "Sarsaparilla ain't half bad." He shrugged.

Suddenly, the three hunters heard a scream from upstairs. Angela hiked up her dress slightly and the three hunters ran upstairs. They ran into the room and found Darla in the corner. On the bed there was only a smoldering skeleton, half turned to ash.

~/~\~

"You okay, Sheriff?" Angela asked.

"'Course I'm okay." The Sheriff replied.

"It was a ghost!" Darla exclaimed.

The Sheriff rolled his eyes. "It wasn't a ghost. Unless ghosts leave footprints." He gestured at the floor where there were dark footprints leading out of the room.

"I am telling you, Elias Finch was here," Darla replied. "He did…that, and then walked out that door."

"Rope didn't kill him. Seen it before." The Sheriff sighed.

"Well, you got any idea where he could be?" Sam asked.

"Could be a thousand places."

"Well, you got a way to flush him out?" Dean asked.

"'Course. We're gonna form a posse." The Sheriff nodded. "Then we're gonna string Finch up right. Put a bullet in his head for good measure."

Dean nodded. "That actually sounds like a good plan."

The Sheriff looked at Sam and Dean. "You two should come along. Meet downstairs at dawn."

"I'm coming too," Angela interjected, arms folded across her chest.

The Sheriff scoffed. "Sweetheart, leave this up to the men."

"If my husband goes, I go." Angela narrowed her eyes. "Right, honey?" She looked up at Sam.

Sam nodded and wrapped his arm around Angela's waist. "We're a team." He agreed.

"Look, we'll be there," Dean interjected.

The Sheriff nodded. "Get yourselves some real gear first, huh?" He suggested before leaving.

"Well, I think we ought to pay our respects to Finch," Angela suggested.

Sam and Dean nodded in agreement.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were at the cemetery. They held lanterns over Finch's grave.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asked.

"Rose from the ashes, burned up its victims?" Dean asked. "You know, maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird. Maybe the Phoenix is actually walking around in cowboy boots."

"That makes sense, right?" Angela nodded. "Could be Finch. So, question is, how do we put this thing out?"

"Well, we do know one thing that'll kill friggin' everything, right?" Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, the Colt," Sam replied.

"So, you and Angie get the gun," Dean suggested.

"But isn't the gun coming here?" Angela asked. "I mean, according to Samuel Colt's journal?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, but people barely even know who Colt is. Maybe you two got to go find him and make history." Dean suggested. "I'll stay here, hook up with the posse. 'Cause you know me, I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse." Dean said. "Make that into a t-shirt." He chuckled.

Sam looked unamused. "You done?" he asked. "Look, the problem is Colt's 20 miles outside of town. How are we supposed to get there and back before noon?"

Dean turned around when he heard a horse neigh in the distance. He looked back at Sam and Angela. "Ride 'em cowboy."

The three hunters went to a stable and bought a horse. Sam helped Angela get on first, and then he attempted to get on so that he was in front of her.

"Wh—uh, try…try the other side." Dean suggested. "Yeah, good boy." He murmured as he stroked the horse.

"Right," Sam muttered as he got onto the horse and rode away slowly. "Yeah. Right. Hey. This actually feels right."

"Alright, take it easy you two," Dean warned.

Angela wrapped her arms around Sam's middle. "You bet, Dean. 11:00 AM, right?"

"Don't be late!" Dean called.

"Okay." Sam nodded.

"Alright. Go on. Go. Hyah!"

"We're okay!" Angela exclaimed.

"That poor horse," Dean muttered as they galloped off.

~/~\~

Dean walked into the Saloon. He passed Darla on his way to the bar.

Elkins turned to look at Dean. "New hat."

"I look good," Dean smirked. "Where's the posse?" He asked, looking around. "I must be early."

Elkins scoffed. "Or you're the only greenhorn dumb enough to go chasing after a ghost."

"What are you talking about?" Dean frowned. "Sheriff's tough as nails. He'll be here."

"Oh, God!" a man outside yelled. "The Sheriff's dead!"

"Or not." Dean sighed.

~/~\~

Dean ran outside and looked at the pile of ash and bones with the Sheriff's badge on top.

"Great," Dean muttered. "Who's the Sheriff now?"

Elkins bent down to pick up the badge. He dusted it off and pinned the badge to Dean's jacket.

"What. What…"

"Now…Congratulations, Sheriff." Elkin said.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Angie's not exactly one for dressing up if you can't tell...Also, I really wanted Sam and Angie to get legit married at some point. I don't think they'd do anything big, maybe just go to a courthouse. Just a thought.

I do want to address a recent review! It was anonymous, so I couldn't reply directly. First of all, I'm so glad that you enjoy this story! Also, I'm not 100% sure how I wanna do the episode. I don't think I could have Angie stop it from happening, b/c the entire episode is based around Sam and Becky's 'marriage'. However, Angie will probably lay into Becky, considering she's never really liked her. Angela will definitely comment on how unhealthy Becky's pining is. Lastly, if you wanna find out how Angie met the Winchesters, I have four stories that came before this one ;) If you wanna know how they met, I highly suggest you read the first installment of this series called The Taste of Loneliness. Mind you my writing was not super great back then, but I loved that installment.

Anyway, I'll try and post tomorrow, but I have finals coming up. Be sure to leave a review! Your feedback means everything to me and keeps me writing :) Love y'all.

~Emily