Frontierland Part 2

The Deputy was hastily packing his clothes into his suitcase. Suddenly he heard a knock. "Who's there?"

"Candygram for Mongo," Dean replied in a high-pitched voice.

The Deputy gripped his gun and opened the door to reveal Dean holding up his own gun.

"Howdy, pilgrim." Dean greeted.

"I ain't no pilgrim." The Deputy replied defensively.

"Alright, back up," Dean replied, gesturing at the Deputy's gun. "Is that any way to, uh…" Dean trailed off, showing the Deputy his new Sheriff's badge. "Greet your new boss?"

The Deputy just scoffed.

"Missed you at the posse this morning." Dean continued. "I was a one-man wolf pack, thanks to you." He added, his eyes trailing over to the suitcase. "What's going on here?"

"Going to visit my sister." The Deputy replied as he continued packing.

"Well, she'll have to wait," Dean said.

"But if I don't—

"Finch said he was coming back for the former Sheriff, Judge Mortimer, and you." Dean interrupted. "That's two down and one to go."

"Then just let me go!" The Deputy exclaimed.

"You really think you can outrun him?" Dean narrowed his eyes. "He is going to kill you. Unless…"

The Deputy paused and looked at Dean. "Unless what?"

"Unless we gank him first," Dean answered.

The Deputy's brows furrowed. "Gank? What's 'gank'?" He asked. "Mister, you're crazy. No way. You're on your own."

"I'm not asking you to throw down with him. I'm asking you to play your part." Dean replied.

"My part?" the Deputy asked, obviously confused.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Bait."

~/~\~

Sam opened Samuel's door and he and Angela peered inside before slowly venturing in.

"Hello?" Angela asked, looking around.

Samuel suddenly came up and threw holy water on Sam and Angela.

"Okay, not demons!" Sam exclaimed. "Not demons! Just—just hunters. Sheesh."

Samuel's brows furrowed. "You're what?"

"You Samuel Colt?" Sam asked. "My name is Sam Winchester, and this is Angela Morgan."

"We're hunters from the year 2011," Angela added.

Samuel eyes the two younger hunters skeptically. "Prove it."

Sam paused and then pulled his blackberry from his pocket. He handed it to Samuel who looked at it as he headed back to his desk.

"Alright." Samuel nodded. He placed Sam's blackberry behind his desk on the bookshelf.

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "A-alright? That's…uh, that's it?"

"Well, when you've done this job as long as I have…time travelers with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors." Samuel replied.

"We need your help killing a Phoenix," Angela said.

"A Phoenix?" Samuel asked as he sat down. "They exist?"

"Well, you shoot one in three hours," Sam replied.

"If you say so." Samuel shrugged.

"I don't. You do." Sam replied as he handed the journal to Samuel.

Samuel stood up and looked at his two, identical journals laying on top of each other. "That's…I'm either too drunk or not drunk enough. So, what is it I'm about to exactly do?" He asked as he sat back down.

"Well, the Phoenix is in Sunrise, so, uh, if we leave now, you can—

"I appreciate your situation." Samuel interrupted. "But I'm not gonna be of any help to you. I'm booked."

Sam frowned. "Right, but—but you say right here—

"Don't believe everything you read." Samuel shrugged.

"But you're a hunter," Angela replied.

"Retired," Samuel said.

Sam scoffed. "There's no such thing."

"I'm out," Samuel assured.

"There is no getting out!" Angela exclaimed. "Look, for what it's worth, in our time, you're a hero."

"Me?" Samuel raised a brow.

"Yes, sir." Angela nodded.

Samuel just laughed and shook his head.

"Now, look, we—we need to kill this Phoenix." Sam pressed. "Its ashes are the only thing that can kill the monster we're hunting. So, stow your crap for a few ours, and let's go. We need to go now. So, either you're coming with us, or we need the gun."

Samuel's brows furrowed slightly. "What gun?"

"The gun," Sam replied.

"Oh, that gun," Samuel mumbled. "I lost it in a game of Stud."

Angela narrowed her eyes. "You're lying."

"Oh, am I, darlin'?" Samuel laughed. "Now, that doesn't sound like me."

"You shot a couple of demons with it less than an hour ago," Angela replied, folding her arms across her chest.

Samuel's narrowed his eyes. "How do you figure?"

Angela pointed towards the door. "Two pairs of boot prints." She replied. "Cabin reeks of sulfur."

Samuel nodded. "Not bad, darlin'." He replied. He opened up his jacket, so they could see the Colt in his holster. "You don't want it. It's a curse. Believe me."

"Great." Sam nodded. "Then let us take it off your hands."

"You go put on a few more miles and come back, and we'll talk."

Sam clenched his jaw in frustration. "Trust me. We've got plenty of mileage."

"I'm doing you a favor," Samuel assured. "Believe me?"

"So, what?" Angela scoffed. "You can really just sit there?"

"Darlin', I've given my whole life to this. I'm done." Samuel said finally.

"So, it doesn't matter what happens." Sam scoffed.

"No, it doesn't." Samuel shrugged.

"So, everything you did, it all means nothing?" Sam asked. "Give us the gun." He demanded.

~/~\~

Dean was sitting on a desk in the jail. He looked at the clock and shook his head. "Never been late in your damn lives, guys, and now you're dragging ass."

"So, this is your big plan, huh?" the Deputy asked from inside the jail cell. "Just let me rot in here till Fitch comes?"

Dean stood up and turned to walk towards the cell. "Pretty much. Why's he gunning for you, anyway?"

The Deputy scoffed. "I guess you missed the part where we hung him?"

Dean shook his head. "No, I'm thinking to a thing like Finch, that's no big whoop. He would've just blown town, but he came back. That seems personal."

"I'll tell you what—you let me out of here, and we'll talk." The Deputy bargained.

Dean clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No can do."

The Deputy started to hyperventilate slightly, but he froze when Elias Finch entered.

"Open up that cell," Elias demanded.

Dean turned to face him and shrugged. "Open it yourself." He challenged. "You melt people's faces off. I'll bet you got the juice to tear that apart easy, don't you? Unless you can't. Just like you couldn't break those cuffs when they strung you up." He added. He threw the iron nail at Elias, who caught it by reflex.

Elias flinched as the iron burned his skin. "Aah." He muttered as he quickly dropped the nail.

"Iron shackles…Iron bars, iron nail." Dean pointed out. "See a pattern? Don't worry. Most creatures I meet can't get it up for iron. It's a common monster problem."

"So, you're a hunter?" Elias raised a brow.

"Slash Sheriff." Dean shrugged.

"You know what this son of a bitch did?" Elias asked.

"Do tell." Dean urged.

"I was married to a woman," Elias replied. "Good woman—human. We lived outside of town, didn't bother anyone."

"Sure, freak with a heart of gold." Dean scoffed slightly.

Elias narrowed his eyes. "You want to call me 'monster', fine. But all we did was go into town." He replied. "I go into the bank for five minutes. I come out, she's gone. And then I heard her scream." He added, clenching his jaw angrily. "This…man had her pinned in the alley. I go to stop him, he pulls his gun, shoots me, then her. She died in my arms." He continued. "'Course, I don't die." He smirked at the Deputy. "The shots brought the Sheriff. Next thing I know, I'm in iron. That's why I want him just where he is—trapped, scared. I saved the best for last."

"Is that true?" Dean asked the Deputy. After a few moments of silence, Dean just nodded.

"So, tell me—are you really willing to die to protect this piece of filth?" Elias asked Dean.

"Honestly, I could care less about him," Dean replied with a shrug. "He's a dick and a coward."

"Hey!" The Deputy exclaimed defensively.

"But this ain't about him." Dean continued, ignoring the Deputy. "I know what you are."

"Really?" Elias asked skeptically.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "So…I got to kill you."

"Well, if you know what I am, then you know you can't," Elias replied.

Suddenly, Elias grabbed the Deputy's gun from where his holster hung on the wall and shot the Deputy.

"Wow, I should've seen that coming," Dean muttered to himself. He ran and jumped through the window and ran from Elias, who was shooting at him.

~/~\~

Dean ran and hid from Elias behind a nearby building. He pulled out his gun and peered out from behind the wall of the building.

"Dean!" Sam whispered.

Dean looked over and sighed in relief. "Sam, Angie, come on, come on." He led them away from the building. "Hey, where's Colt?"

"He's not coming," Angela replied.

"What?!" Dean frowned.

"But, he sent this," Sam replied, handing Dean the Colt.

Dean grinned at the gun. "Ohh. Hello, beautiful."

"Alright." Angela nodded.

"Come on," Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

~/~\~

Dean walked onto the main road. "Get out here, Finch!" he yelled.

Angela and Sam watched from a nearby corner.

"What are you doing?!" Angela asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

"Come on!" Dean yelled. "Let's do this!"

Elias walked out of a nearby building. "So, this is how you want to die. Fine." He shrugged as he walked to the road and faced Dean.

~/~\~

Dean and Elias waited for the clock to strike twelve and shot at each other. Dean hit Elias, and he died, clearly shocked. He screamed as he burst into flames and left behind a pile of ash.

Dean smirked victoriously. "Yippee-ki-yay, mother…"

~/~\~

Sam and Angela looked at the clock as it rung. It was noon…

"Dean!" Sam yelled. "The ashes!"

The three hunters ran towards the ashes.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela tumbled into Bobby's living room. Dean looked at the bottle and frowned, it was empty. The three hunters looked defeated.

~/~\~

Castiel sat in a chair in front of Bobby's desk, clearly looking exhausted.

"You gotta send us back," Dean told Castiel.

Angela leaned against Sam who had his arm around her waist. "Dean, look at him. He's fried." Angela cut in.

"I never want to do that again," Castiel muttered.

Dean looked at Bobby, who also looked exhausted. "Bobby, you—

"I'm still kickin', Annie Oakley." He replied. "Be back good as new in…A decade or two."

Dean sighed deeply. "And we screwed the pooch. Bobby, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Sam pulled away from Angela and went to answer it. There was a delivery man holding a package.

"Is there a Sam Winchester and an Angela Morgan here?" the delivery man asked.

Sam frowned. "Who's asking?

The delivery man sighed. "Look, this is nuts—me and a couple of guys made a bet. So…this thing's been laying around the office since…Ever. Uh, with a note on it saying to bring it here. It's from a-a Samuel Colt?"

Sam looked at the package, obviously surprised, and confused. "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, that's—that's mine. Great. Thanks." He replied, shutting the door before the delivery man could get his signature.

Sam brought the package over to Bobby's desk and opened it. He pulled out his blackberry and set it down. "Dear Sam and Angela, I got this address and date off your…thingamajig, and I thought the enclosed might come in handy. Regards, Samuel Colt." Sam read the letter. He set it down and pulled out a bottle full of ashes.

"Is that what I think it is?" Bobby asked hopefully.

"Ashes of a Phoenix." Angela murmured.

"You know what this means?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I didn't get a 'soulonoscopy' for nothing," Bobby replied.

"Yes." Dean nodded. "And…it means we take the fight to her."

Angela smiled softly. "Well, I say this, calls for a celebration." She said suddenly. She grabbed Sam's hand in hers and her soft smile turned into a smirk. "Sammy, uh, why don't we go upstairs, and you can help me take this dress off…"

Sam looked at her and blinked a few times. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, definitely." Sam nodded quickly.

Angela grinned and hiked up her dress slightly, and the couple quickly went upstairs, Angela giggling as they did.

Dean cringed and looked at the stairs. "Ugh. Gross." He muttered. "I'm leaving, who's in?"

Bobby nodded in agreement and quickly stood up. Castiel just looked slightly confused.

"I don't understand…" Castiel trailed off. "Angela is perfectly capable of undressing herself…"

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was doing math homework literally all evening. I know there weren't as many Sam/Angie scenes in this one, but I tried to sneak in little ones here in there. But I did love including that little scene at the end ;) Also, I can't believe that we only have a few more chapters left :( I love, love, love writing this story! Lastly, thank you so, so much for the recent feedback. Seeing reviews from you guys literally makes me so happy. I love you guys!

~Emily