Chapter 39
Ashes Of A Phoenix
Corroded has became my sword
And weight has gathered into my shield
Nations conquered and enemies slain
Now standing weary on a blood red battlefield
Longing for a rival
Adversary worth the ichor
To gain relief
I was storming into my demise
Like Icarus towards the sun
Flames of the empyrium set me on fire
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Perpetual circle of life
Behold the golden feathers of phoenix rising
Re-forged has became my blade
And weight was lifted from my shield
Burning kingdoms
Thrones scorched and seared
Tombstones of the fallen that once was feared
Phoenix Rising by Before The Dawn
AN: Before you start reading this chapter, there are some things that you need to know. Those that are in italic are flashbacks from My Heart Will Go On. Just wanted you to know that.
Here's a little recap of what happened this past week: Apparently Balthazar had saved the Titanic from sinking after he watched the movie and despied it which changed the timeline and that pissed Fate off because since the Apocalypse was averted, it was chaos, no order whatsoever. In that alternate timeline, Jack and Ellen were married and had a son together but Jo was still Ellen and Bill's daughter.
So after a falied attempt of killing Fate, Cas and Balthazar restored the timeline which led to the present time.
Now the group were in the abandoned Campbell Compound in Michigan looking for a hidden library that Sam knew about. They found the secret entrance underneath Samuel's study, head down the ladder and found the hidden library and it was a gold mine for any hunter who wants books.
"Welcome to the Campbell family library." Sam announced,
"So, Samuel collected all this stuff, huh?" Dean said as he looked around the library
"Apparently."
"Wow. All right, well, what are we looking for?" Dean asked,
"Well, anything that'll put a run in the Octomom's stockings. Pick a row."
Everyone was looking through the books hoping to find something that would help them to find a way to kill Eve.
"Ok, pretty boy. Remember what I said don't start any trouble at school, ok? I've been told by the principal three times this year. So shape up." Jack told his son Wayne as they were in the kitchen.
Wayne rolled his eyes, this isn't the first time he was told not to getting into trouble, he was a handful from the moment he was born "Yes, Dad. We've been through this a thousand times."
"Ok. Now. Do your homework."
"What?!" Jack gave his son a serioud look "No fair." He pouted
"Life isn't always fair, remember that."
Wayne muttered about stupid teachers and stupid school as he left the kitchen to do work.
Jack sighed as he went to get a beer from the fridge. Just he was about to take a swig when someone snatched the beer from his hand
"Tell me that you haven't wear that beard this whole time." Ellen said while shaking her head with groceries.
"You're worse than my grandma. I'm busy." Jack frowned
"My God. I'm gone a week, and this place goes completely to hell." Ellen stated as she put the groceries "What is wrong with you, Jack Cahill?"
"Get a pen, sweetheart. It's a very long list."
"You smell like a bar, you know that?"
Jack rolled his eyes at that "To be fair, you don't exactly smell like a flower either."
"Huh. Yeah, I've been hunting with Jo. What's your excuse?" Ellen asked as she unpacked the groceries while Jack leaned against the sink
"You know me, I always got a good one." Jack said sadly as he looked down, Ellen stopped unpacking knowing that he was still reeling from his mothers death.
"I know. And I'm so sorry. She meant a lot to me, too." She patted Jack on the arm "Shave the beard, I'll fix us something."
Jack shook his head with a small smile "Did anyone tell you that you're sometimes a big pain in the ass?"
Ellen laughed and kissed his cheek "That's why you married me." They locked their eyes for a moment before Ellen pushed Jack gently away.
"Go." She ordered
"No need to tell me twice." Jack mumbled; he walked out of there as Wayne walked past him to get something from the fridge
"Hi mom."
"Hi handsome." Ellen said as she kissed his forehead before continuing unpacking groceries "Did you tell your father to shave the beard?"
"Three times this week, he won't listen though." Wayne chuckled as he grabbed an apple and took a bite from it.
"Why am I not surprised?" She sighed, "Are you doing your homework?"
"Yes mom. Dad reminded me earlier." He replied, "How's Jo?"
"She's all right, she wanted me to say hi."
He chuckled "All right I better get back on my homework."
"Don't forget we have dinner later tonight"
"I will." He walked out of there heading back to his room
"Those are my boys." Ellen stated with a smile as he put the groceries in the fridge.
"Bingo." Bobby sounded like he found something as he was reading a book on the table with Sam and Dean. Jack, Ellen, Grace and Jo joined them to hear him out.
"Either of you jokers ever heard anything about a Phoenix?"
"Only bits and pieces" Jack replied
"River, Joaquin, or the giant flaming bird?" Dean joked in his usual manner, no surprise there. Sam chuckled a bit
"It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother."
"The mother?" Sam asked
"Great. Where do we get one?"
"You got me. I thought it was a myth."
"Well, that's probably good news we had this month. Let's see if we can find anything else about a Phoenix." Ellen replied, they went back to their books hoping to find some more info about the Phoenix. Now if this Phoenix can kill Eve, there's a chance that they might stop her once and for all.
Jack was reading through a journal he took from a shelf, he grinned when he discovered some new info that might benefit the group of learning about the Phoenix.
"Guys, you're not going to believe what I just found." Jack told them as he sat down on a chair acros the others. "Listen." He cleared his throat and began to read from the journal "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash."
"Really? Whose gun?" Sam asked,
"Colt's"
"Colt? Colt like…"
"I'm talking about the Colt from…" Jack held up the book. "Samuel Colt's Journal." Jack showed the front page to everyone indicating that's the real deal.
"What?" Sam grinned like a young boy on Christmas Eve, Dean had the same expression. "That's his?"
"Oh yeah, baby." Jack answered
"Dude, no." Dean couldn't believe that journal was the journal of Samuel Colt, a legend among hunters.
"Dude, yes."
"Well, let me see it." Sam went to grab it but Jack pulled the journal away
"Get your own, Sammy."
"May I see it?" Ellen asked as she joined her boyfriend's side,
"Sure thing." Jack handed her the journal
"Now, why can't we see it?" Dean pouted a bit as she scrolled through the book.
"Because you didn't ask." Jack said the obvious.
"Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix? What does it look like? Has it got feathers?" Bobby questioned
Jack shrugged "I don't know. It just said Phoenix."
"Did he say where he tracked it?"
"No. 'Fraid not" Jack shook his head
"All right, so I guess we got to find one of our own, whatever it is."
"I know where we can find one. March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll "Star Trek IV" this bitch." Dean said, Sam shrugged not understanding the reference
"I only watched "Deep Space Nine."" That was Bobby's way of saying "What?"
"It's like I don't even know you guys anymore. "Star Trek IV." Save the whales." Dean hoped that anyone would remember but unfortunately everyone except Jack, Jo and Grace just shrugged not getting it. Dean looked to Jack for some help.
"What Dean meant was we go back to Sunrise Wyoming, 1861, we ally with Samuel Colt, hunt down the Phoenix and then we bring the ashes back home." Jack explained to them, Dean nodded in approval.
"Time travel?" Bobby asked
"Yeah."
That's a reasonable plan?
"We got a guy who can swing it." Dean was going to pray to Cas for some assistance.
"Castiel. The, uh, fate of the world is in the balance. So, come on down here. " Nothing happened so he went for a way he knows best.
"Come on, Cas, "I Dream of Jeannie" your ass down here pronto. Please." He prayed,
A flutter of wings was heard as a blonde woman appeared in the room. Not what they've expected
"Jeannie?"
"Rachel." She told them her name. "I understand you need some assistance? How can I help you?"
"Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna."
"I'm here on Castiel's behalf."
"Where's Castiel, anyway?" Jack asked,
"Busy." Rachel replied
"Busy?" Jack repeated,
"Yes."
"Well, we've got a line on the mother of freaking everything, so…"
"I'm sure your issue's very important. But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so…"
"So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny." Dean finished a bit sarcastic towards the angel
"So you need to learn your place."
"You better watch it, if you know what's good for you." Jack warned
"Is that a threat?" Rachel questioned with a hard look
"You're damn right it's a threat." Jack said as he got to her face, engaging in a big staredown.
"Look." Dean said in calming tone trying to not let this situation escalate to a fight between the Hellbreaker and the angel and he didn't want that and most certainly not everybody else.
"I don't know who you think you are…"
"I'm his friend." Rachel interrupted
"And you think we're not?" Ellen questioned,
"I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war."
"We get that." Sam said
"Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie…"
"Rachel. That's enough." Cas ordered as he appeared in the room.
"I told you I'd take care of this." Rachel argued
"It's all right. You can go." Cas assured,
"You're staying?"
"Go. I'll come when I can." She left the room after she gave Jack a look of disdain; Jack sighed and muttered quitetly about freaking angels as he returned to the table.
"Wow. Friend of yours?" Dean stated
"Yes. She's, uh, my lieutenant. She's...committed to the cause. Now, what do you need?"
the next day, after explaining to Cas about the Phoenix, He agreed to send them back to 1861 but they were on a tight schedule. If they don't return with 24 hours, they'll be stuck there forever. Dean and Jack got back from the supply run and entered the living room carrying several shopping bags.
"What the hell's all that?" Bobby asked
"We are going native. Got to blend in." Dean replied, he handed Sam a shopping bag that was from Wally's Western World.
"Uh, no, thanks. I'm fine." Sam shook his head and hands no
"Sam."
"Dean, I can…" Sam gestured at his current outfit meaning that he's fine of what's he wearing "I can wear this."
"And look like a spaceman?"
"Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff."
"No, I'm not."
"You have a fetish."
"Shut up. I like old movies."
"You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line."
"Even the monkey movies?" Bobby asked,
"Especially the monkey movies." Jack replied, Dean smacked the back of his head for that. Jack scowled as he massaged the back of his head.
"His name is Clyde." Sam gestured saying, "See what I mean?" "At least wear the damn shirt."
"what do you got for me?" Ellen asked,
"I'll show you." Jack nudged her as they left the living room to change their clothes.
Moments later Sam came down the stair wearing a white shirt that was decorated with yellow roses while Dean had a whole outfit with a sereane.
"Dean, this is stupid. I look stupid." Sam complained about it and it was noticeable.
"Come on, Sam. I don't think you look that stupid. The shirt looks nice on you." Grace said in an attempt to light Sam's mood up. Sam shot her smile, appreciative that Grace cheered him up bit.
"You going to a hoedown?" Bobby asked as he eyed the Winchesters outfit
"Now, is it - is it customary to wear a blanket?" Cas asked
"It's a sarape. And, yes. It's, uh... Never mind. Let's just go." Dean said dropping the explanation knowing that Cas is not going to understand this
"Jack! Mom! Where are you?"
"Coming!" Jack came down the stairs fully dressed, he had a wing tip shirt that was white, a black canvas duster, canvas trouser with beltbuckle, he also wore leather brogan boots and he topped it off with a slouch hat. He looked a bonafied cowboy.
"How do I look?" Jack asked as he span around.
"Well. You're better looking than Dean, that's for sure." Jo replied grinning
"Hey!" Dean said slightly insulted by it
Just then Ellen walked down the stairs and let me tell ya, she was beautiful in that outfit.
she wore a black gunfighter blouse, a cheyenne leather jacket, black trousers, she wore veil granny boots and the icing on the cake she wore black hat as well. She was stunning.
"Damn." Dean commented,
"What's that in your bag, Dean?" Ellen asked looking at the gold watches and chains in his bag.
"Well, we can't pay with credit cards can we? Besides it's a good thing that Jack and I stole the gold… " Jack shushed him quickly; he didn't want Ellen to find out like this, Ellen gave him look saying that you and I are going to talk about this later.
Jack gave Dean bitchface 2: you are so dead.
"I'll send you back to March 4th. That should give you time to find the Colt... and this Phoenix creature." Cas stated,
"All right, well, see ya at High Noon tomorrow." Dean told them with a tongue click, Cas touched the Winchesters on the forehead transporting them to Sunrise Wyoming 1861.
Jack and Ellen joined Sam and Dean not long after.
"Oh, now we're talking." Dean said as he looked at the sign that read Sunrise, "All right. Let's go find Samuel Colt." Sam set the timer on his watch in about 24 hours, that's the time they have now.
"Hey, we should try the Saloon first, uh, see what we get from the locals." Dean said, typical Dean. Saloon, filled with booze and women just
"Sure." Sam chuckled as he expected that from Dean. "Whatever, Sundance."
"Think we'll have time to hit on saloon girls?" Dean smirked, Ellen and Sam gave him a look meaning not the time, Dean. Focus. Jack shook his head.
"I'm kidding. Come on." Sam put his hat on and accidentaly stepped on horse crap,
"Oh, damn it. Come on." Great just what Sam needed to start it off.
" You know what that is?"
"Yeah, it's horse…"
"Authenticity!" Sam groaned not happy about it as he kicked the horse crap away, Jack and Ellen exchanged a look of amusement at the Winchester boys as they walked into Sunrise, Wyoming. And they have to admit, it was pretty authentic, this town.
"We stand here today… March 4th, 1861…to execute justice upon Elias Finch for the murder of his own wife." The group walked into to the center of town to witness a execution that was taking place.
"Well, you wanted authenticity, boys. You got it." Ellen stated,
"Sentence handed down by myself, Tye Mortimer, duly appointed judge of the Wyoming circuit. You will be hung by your neck until you die." The judge stated while looking at his book.
"You got anything to say?" the sheriff
"You're gonna burn for this." Elias replied, he looked around at everyone and then at the hanger "Every one of you."
The sheriff nodded at the hanger who proceeded to hang Elias Finch as his neck snapped and the crowd gasped at the sight of Elias hanging from the noose.
"Good times. So where do we find Sammy Colt?" Dean asked,
"No idea." Sam replied watching the sheriff and the judge walk down the steps of the hanging platform "Huh. I think I know who to ask, though."
"The sheriff?" Jack asked knowing Sam's suggestion already
"Yeah."
an old man turned around and eyed Dean's attire.
"Nice blanket." Jack stifled a laugh while Ellen shook her head.
Dean frowned at that remark as the old man left, disappointed at the blanket; he handed Sam the bag and took the serane off and tossed it to the ground. They went to the jail to ask the town sheriff about Samuel Colt's whereabouts.
they entered jail only to find the sheriff sitting at his desk with the executioner in the corner reading.
"Sheriff? Can we have a word?" Dean asked,
"Depends on who's askin'."
"Marshal Eastwood. Clint Eastwood." Dean showed his marshal badge Jack glanced at Ellen forming a cover for them "This here is, uh, Walker." Dean introduced Sam "he's a Texas Ranger."
"Jack Harris." Jack told his first name but used a fake name just make sure that he doesn't tell his real last name. "This is my wife Ellen." well, soulmates are technically married, so it was partially true.
"Ma'am." Sheriff nodded his head like a gentlemen.
"Sheriff." Ellen tipped her hat a bit out of respect for the sheriff.
"So, what can I do for you people?"
"Uh, we're looking for a man." Sam said
"I'll bet." Sheriff replied then gestured to Dean's shirt. "Nice shirt, there."
Dean frowned once again "What's wrong with my shirt?"
"You're very clean."
"It's dirtier than it looks."
"We need to know where Samuel Colt is, do you where he is?" Ellen asked,
"The gun maker?"
"Yeah. Is he in town?" Dean asked
"Not that I know of. Might try asking Elkins over at the Saloon. Been here longer than God."
"Thank you sheriff." Ellen nodded and they turned to leave jail to meet Elkins at the Saloon.
When they entered the Saloon, well, it was not what Dean expected to be.
It was empty, the place was a mess tables were scattered; an old man was sleeping at the table while some prostitutes were at the other eyeing the guys as eye candy but Ellen gave the prostitutes a death glare meaning back off.
"This is not awesome." Dean commented, his Cowboy fantasy were shattered in a blink of an eye.
Jack patted Dean shoulder meaning it's okay, we can't always get what we wanted as they went to the see the bartender probably Elkins at the bar.
"Hi." Sam greeted
"What'll you have?
"Oh, uh, okay. Great. I'll have your top-shelf whiskey." Dean ordered,
"Only have the one shelf."
"That'll do just fine." Dean pointed to Sam " And he'll have a sarsaparilla."
"And you two?"
"None for us, sir." Jack said while shaking his head no with Ellen; the bartender shrugged and grabbed two glasses "So, you're Elkins?"
"One and only."
"You know a man named Samuel Colt?" Ellen questioneed
"He passed through here about four years ago." Elkins answered
"He still around?" Sam asked
"Rumor is, he's building a railroad stop 20 miles out of town, just by the Postal road. Middle of nowhere."
"Devil's Gate." Ellen whispered,
"Location fits." Dean shrugged
"Howdy, boys." they turned to see another prostitute coming down the stairs and the approached the hunters, she had a little bacteria around her mouth and it was repulsive.
"Darla's my best girl." Elkins informed them
Darla took a step closer to Dean who gave her an odd look
"Try me." she leaned closer to Dean "You want a kiss?"
Jack was trying so hard not to laugh at the uncomfortable moment that Dean's experiencing it now. Sam and Ellen were having the same problems.
"S-so much more germier than I pictured." Dean said leaning away, he doesn't wanna get syphills, no thank you
"Well, how about you?" Darla pointed to Jack whose amusement turned into fright.
"Me?" Jack asked pointing to himself; she nodded grinning predatorily as she went to Jack but Ellen stood between Darla and her boyfriend. She then grabbed Darla's arm and twisted it putting behind Darla's back.
"Now you better listen to me, you bitch. If you come near my husband, I'll rip your small intestine out of your mouth, and rip your large intestine out of your ass, and use you as a skipping rope. Understand?"
She nodded terrified at that threat, Ellen's certainly isn't a damsel in distress that's for sure. She's the intimidator.
"Darla!" That was Judge Mortimer as he entered the saloon. Ellen quickly let her arm and went to stand next to Jack's side.
"Judge. Nice to see you." Darla said a bit relieved, normally she wasn't all too happy to see the judge but she'll make an exception just today.
"I thought we had a date." She followed Judge Mortimer upstairs for some privacy.
Dean and Jack let out a sigh of relief when Darla left the bar.
"Wow, that was a close one." Dean commented
"Tell me about it." Jack agreed, "I guess it's good to be the judge."
"Yeah." Dean took a drink from his whiskey and spit it out because the taste was awful.
"Ohh. It's like gasoline." Dean said as he coughed up bit
"Sarsaparilla ain't half bad." Sam commented with a smirk
Just then they heard a scream from one of the rooms upstairs.
Wasting no time, they ran up the stairs and burst through the door where they found Darla in a corner and on the bed they saw a smoldering skeleton that was almost turned to ash.
"So, we found another piece of this, I don't know, shiny string." Dean was explaining to Ellen and Jack on the phone. They were at the kitchen while Jack and Ellen's son were at the living room
"Oh, I was afraid of that." Ellen said as she cut up the vegetables in front of the stove and then wiped her hands.
"Why? What's up?"
"Oh, these so-called accidents - we're seeing 'em nationwide. About 75 so far. I got Jo and her crew working on a cluster in California."
"Blood relatives?"
"Some yeah, others no. She's got about what you do - pile of bodies and a whole bunch of gold thread." Ellen replied as Jack walked to the stove and smelled it. It was delicious.
"So what's it mean?
"I don't know. I got Jack working on it right now."
"How's he doing, by the way?"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm kicking his ass back to shaved and healthy life."
"Well, thank you, babe." Jack said sarcastically, "and thanks for asking, Dean."
"I heard that."
"It was meant to." Jack said as he walked to the dinner table and sat down.
"He'll be okay." Ellen assured,
"Are you okay?" Dean asked Ellen
"Aw, honey, you're sweet. You know me. I just worry about you boys." Ellen stated,
"Yeah, well. All right, so, all these corpses, anything relate 'em?"
"Well, actually, I did dig up one thing. I just don't know what to make of it."
She turned back to the stove.
"Hit me."
"Wayne, Dinner's almost ready!"
"Coming Dad!" Wayne came to the kitchen and joined his father at the table.
"Well, it's a weird one, and it was buried pretty deep, but Jack, Bobby and me were combing through the family trees on all the victims, and we started seeing, well, the families all came over to America the same year." Ellen explained to Dean as she added some salt to
"Hmm."
"Yeah. 1912. But here's the real weird part. They all came over on the same boat."
"Really?"
"Yep".
"All right, so what's so special about the boat?"
"Nothing. It was a boat. It did what boats do."
"What was it called?"
"The Titanic. Did you ever hear of it?"
"No."
"Yeah, me neither. I'll keep digging."
"All right." Dean hung up as she finished the stove and put it on the table.
"All right, boys. Dinner's ready."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asked as they were at a cementry in night, burying the remains of Judge Mortimer. After the shocking discovery of the smoldering skeleton of Mortimer, Darla explained to them that the ghost of Elias Finch showed up and turned Judge Mortimer to ashes. But the hunters and the sheriff knew better than that, he wasn't a ghost. So the sheriff told them that they'll meet up ar dawn to discuss how to stop Elias.
"Rose from the ashes, burned up its victim? You know, maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird. Maybe the Phoenix is actually walking around in cowboy boots." Dean replied,
"It makes sense. It could be Finch. All right, so how we put the Phoenix down?" Jack wondered,
"Well, we do know one thing that'll kill friggin' anything, right?"
"Yeah, the Colt." Ellen shrugged
"So, Sam, you go get the gun." Dean told his little brother.
"But isn't the gun coming here? I mean, according to Samuel Colt's journal?" Sam asked
"Yeah, but people here barely even know who Colt is. Maybe you got to go find him and make history." Sam frowned,
"I'll stay here, hook up with the posse. 'Cause you know me… I'm a posse magnet. I mean; I love posse. Make that into a t-shirt." Dean smirked, Jack, Sam and Ellen was unamused by it.
"You done, boy?" Ellen said, Dean looked down as he didn't say a word.
"Look, Dean. The problem is that the Colt's 20 miles outside of town. How in the hell is Sam supposed to get there to back before noon?"
Just then they heard a horse from a distance and a plan came to Dean's mind like a light blub was turned on.
"Ride 'em, cowboy."
"Wh- uh, try - try the other side. Yeah, good boy." Dean stated as sam walked to the other side after buying a horse.
"Right." Sam slowly and surely climbed on the horse and he was doing good surprisingly.
"Hey. This actually feels all right."
"All right, take it - just take it easy."
"Yeah, you bet. I'm good. All right, 11:00 A.M., right?"
"Don't be late!"
"Okay."
"All right. Go on. Go. Hyah!" Dean slapped the horse rear end as Sam rode off
"I'm okay!" Sam yelled as he left to assure them he's ok.
"That poor horse." Dean said
Jack laughed a bit "Yeah, that poor horse." He held out his arm to Ellen who grabbed it and left with Dean to buy some new clothes in town.
He wore more legitable clothes the next morning as the three of them entered the empty saloon.
"New hat." Elkins greeted,
"I look good. Where's the posse?" the look on elkins face told them that the sheriff is not here "We must be early." Dean nodded,
"Obivously." Jack added,
"Or you're the only greenhorn dumb enough to go chasing after a ghost."
"What are you talking about? Sheriff's tough as nails. He'll be here."
"Oh, God! The Sheriff's dead!" a man shouted from outside of the saloon.
"You were saying?" Jack said to Dean sarcastically as they ran out of the saloon and found the sheriff or what's left of him lying on the ground. Now they know why he hadn't met up with them.
"Great. Who's the Sheriff now?" Elkins picked up the sheriff's badge, wiping off some soot before pinning it to Dean's chest. Looks like they got a new sheriff in town.
"Well, congratulations, sheriff."
The hunters exchanged a look before refocusing to the situation right now.
"Two down one to go. And you know who's next, sheriff." Jack said
"The executioner." Dean replied,
"He's also the deputy," Elkins commented,
"Where does he live, Elkins?" Ellen asked
they were at the front door of the executioner's room in the saloon Dean knocked on the door.
"Who's there?" a voice yelled
"Candygram for Mongo." Ellen replied, they pulled out their guns as the door opened. The executioner had a gun aimed at them.
"Howdy, Pligrim." Jack coldy greeted,
""I ain't no Pilgrim." He replied,
"All right, back up." Dean said as he, Jack and Ellen entered the room
"Is that any way to, uh... Greet your new boss?" Dean said as he flashed the sheriff's badge, the executioner scoffed as they put their guns away.
"Missed you at the posse this morning. We were three men wolfpack, thanks to you."
"Going somewhere, boy?" Ellen asked watching the deputy throw clothes into a suitcase.
"Going to visit my sister." Jack snorted unconvinced, the deputy was going to leave Sunrise and never look back.
"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. That's two down and one to go." Jack interrupted,
"Then just let me go!"
"You really think you can outrun him?" Ellen questioned with a critical look "He is going to kill you. Unless…"
"Unless what?
"Unless we gank him first." Dean finished
"Gank"? What's "gank"? 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."
"My part?"
"Yeah, you're going to be bait." Jack stated, deputy's eyes widened in realization. He tired to run past them like a scawled dog but they prevented them from doing that.
"Never been late in your damn life, Sam, and now you're dragging ass." Dean said as he looked at the clock nervously. It's almost noon. Where the hell is he?
"he'll be here Dean." Ellen softly assured the older Winchester
"So this is your big plan, huh? Just let me rot in here till Finch comes," the deputy asked pacing around one of the jail cells.
"Pretty much." Ellen shrugged
"Why's he gunning for you, anyway," Dean asks.
"I guess you missed the part where we hung him," the deputy replied,
Dean turned to look at the deputy knowing that there was more to the story . "Nah. 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, we'll talk."
"Sorry, Junior. Can't do that." Jack shook his head, Elias Finch just entered jail when the deputy froze in fear.
"Open that cell." Elias demanded as he took off his gloves.
"Open it yourself. You melt people's faces off. I bet you got the juice to tear that apart easy, don't cha."
"But you can't." Ellen said as she realized something "Just like you couldn't break those cuffs when they hunged you." She took an iron shackle from a table and tossed it to Elias who caught it by reflex. He sizzeled as his hand smoldered, letting go of the iron schakle.
"Iron shackle" Dean said "Iron bars, iron nail. See a pattern? Don't worry. Most creatures we meet can't get it up for iron. It's a common monster problem."
"So you're a hunter." Finch stated.
Dean flashed the sheriff's badge. "Slash sheriff."
"You know what this son of a bitch did?"
"Do tell."
"I was married to a woman. Good woman, human. We lived outside of town, didn't bother anyone."
"Sure. A freak with a heart of gold." Dean said sarcastically
"You wanna call me 'monster,' fine. But all we did was go into town. I go into the bank for five minutes. I come out, she's gone. And then I heard her scream. 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." Jack sighed while shaking his head
"Of course I don't die. The shots brought the sheriff. Next think 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 this true?" Ellen questioned the deputy; he remained silent in response meaning that Elias Finch was telling the truth.
"So tell me. Are you really willing to die to protect this piece of filth?"
"Honestly, I could care less about him. He's a dick and a coward." Dean admitted,
"Hey!" Deputy shouted,
"But this ain't about him. I know what you are."
Finch looked at them. "Really?"
"Yeah. So I gotta kill you."
"Well, if you know what I am, then you know you can't." Finch lunged for the hostler that was hanging on a pillar. He grabbed the gun and then shot the deputy.
"Whoa, we should've seen that coming," Dean muttered,
"Guys, go. I'll hold him off." Jack said
"You're sure?" Ellen asked a bit worried, Jack turned to her with his eyes glowing amber black.
Ellen caught on and left in a hurry with Dean.
"You're in way over your head, boy."
Jack grinned evily, "Don't be so sure." Jack walked up to Elias who went to incinerate Jack who grabbed his hand.
Parts of Jack's hand tu but it healed itself standing unbelievable heat.
"What in the hell are you?" Elias finch asked in disbelief
"You'll never find out." Jack replied, he grabbed Elias head and smashed it with his knee, taking the phoenix out momentarily.
He left jail to meet up with Ellen and Dean who was hiding in an alley.
"You're all right?" Ellen asked,
"Yeah I'm ok." Jack nodded, then they heard footsteps, Dean pulled out his gun and cocked it.
""Dean." They turn and see Sam.
"Sam," Dean said in relief as Sam jogs over to them, he made it just in time. "Where's Colt?"
"He's not coming," Sam replied
"You're kidding?" Jack asked shocked,
"'Fraid not. But he sent this."
Sam handed Dean the Colt, finally.
"Hello, beautiful." Dean said as he exchanged guns with Sam. "All right. Come on. Go, go." The group ran away from the hiding spot. Sam, Jack and Ellen stood back as Dean made his way out in to the main street.
"Get out here, Finch!"
"What the hell is he doing?" Ellen asked
"Dean's challenging Elias to a duel." Jack replied
"Come on! Let's do this!"
"So, this is how you want to die. Fine." Elias stated as he walked down the road onto the main street.
Dean and Finch each tossed back their coats to reveal their guns. They stared at each other. Man it was nervracking; They each puledl out their guns and fired at the same time.
"Who killed who?" Ellen asked, A purplish light emitted from Finch as he went up in flames. Finch screams as a light flashes and nothing but a pile of ashes was left on the ground.
"The phoenix did." Jack grinned just then the bell tolled showing it's twelve. They don't have much time now.
"Dean! Get the ashes!" Jack yelled as the group ran to get the ashes when suddenly they were back in Bobby's den. Bobby was sitting in a chair with Cas standing in front of them while Jo and Grace were in the corner. Dean held an empty bottle and sighed in defeat. They didn't gather the ashes. Damn, so close.
Dean stood and looked at Cas who looked a bit worse for ware "You gotta send us back."
"Dean, look at him. He's fried," Sam replied, Dean turned to Bobby
"I never wanna do that again." Cas said
"Bobby, you…"
"I'm still kicking, Annie Oakley," Bobby interrupted. "I'll be back good as new in a decade or two." He'll be ok, it'll take time.
"Jack? Ellen?"
Jack and Ellen went to meet up with Jo and Grace who were relieved that they're back safe and sound.
"They're fine, Dean." Grace answered for them
Dean sighed once again. "And we screwed the pooch. Bobby, I'm sorry."
A knock was heard from the front door. Sam walked over to the door and opened it to find a delivery guy standing in front of him "Is there a Sam Winchester here?"
Sam frowned. "Who's asking?"
"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 today. It's from a Samuel Colt."
Sam's eyes widened at that, "Yeah. Yeah, yeah. That's mine. Great. Thanks." He took the package and slammed the door in to the delivery guy's face. He walked back into the den and ripped the brown paper off to reveal an old wooden box. Sam opened the box and found the charred remains of his phone. He picked up a piece of paper which appeared to be a letter from Samuel.
"'Dear Sam, I got this address and date off your thingamajig and I thought the enclosed might come in handy. Regards, Samuel Colt.'" Sam reacheed into the box and pulled out a bottle of ashes. They got the ashes. Thank you, Samuel Colt.
"Is that what I think it is?" Bobby asked
"The ashes of a phoenix. Do you know what that means?" Jack asked with a big grin
"Yeah. I didn't get a soulonoscopy for nothing."
"We're gonna settle the score with Eve once and for all." Jack smirked,
Jack and Ellen were sitting at the table still processing of what they just learned. In order to stop the killings around the states of the Titanic ancestors, the angels have to sink the boat in 1912 which meant that 50 000 people will never so that the time line will be restored but that also might result of their son Wayne never being born which saddened them.
"So, when timeline is restored, that means that Wayne is gone?" Ellen said as she drank from her whiskey. Jack didn't answer, he just nodded meaning yes.
"Well...If it was meant to be, then...I guess whatever happens, happens." That saddened Jack even more and it broke Ellen's heart to see him like this.
"Oh, Jack, Relax." She tried to calm him down.
"I can't. We need our son. Especially me." Jack said as his voice cracked up in devastation looking up to her.
"I know." Ellen replied with a sad smile, as her eyes got watery. Jack couldn't fight the tears anymore as he fell into her embrace. Ellen let tears of her own fell as well knowing the fact that they may not see their son never again.
When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye,
Not a single word was said,
No final kiss to seal any sins,
I had no idea of the state we were in,
I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and heaviness in my head,
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong,
The more I do, the less I know,
But I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
And hoped that you'd find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,
Why don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
When will I see you again?
Don't You Remember by Adele
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