AN: Sorry, it's late, but I have a good reason: I graduated this weekend.
Meanwhile, back at the Homestead, Wynonna was standing with Willa, demonstrating her ability to shoot bottles and can off the fence with Peacemaker, after just explaining the facts of life to Willa.
"Demons?" The shocked young woman repeated," Like Lucifer and Beelzebub?
"Hell, no." Wynonna responded shaking her head before taking a slug of alcohol from a bottom.
"Hell yes, apparently." Willa responded, clearly still uncomfortable with her newfound reality. "And that's where they come from?"
"And where send 'em back. "Wynonna explained, These Revenants are the bad guys Wyatt Earp put down. "After a beat she added, "When the resurrect they come back demon adjacent. With powers."
"Are there angels?" Willa asked.
Wynonna made a face. "Snow, Charlie's Los." Then she chuckled. "According to Sam…According to Sam there are but they're not what you'd call helpful apparently." Then she chuckled again.
"How can you think this is funny?" Willa questioned, almost accusing.
"How can you not?" Wynonna responded, "This curse, our burden; if you don't laugh, you'll go crazy. And I've been crazy. Didn't care for it."
Willa turned her head to face Wynonna. "You hate having to do this."
"What would it make me if I didn't?" Wynonna asked, before aiming and shooting another can. "Here's the kicker. I was never supposed to be the one hunting Revenants, or breaking curses." She handed the gun to Willa. It was supposed to be you."
Willa took Peacemaker, feeling its weight in her hand as Wynonna took another swing. What was she supposed to do with this? Suddenly she knew. She aimed the gun, clicked it….
Suddenly she could remember.
"Daddy, please, it's four in the morning and I have school tomorrow. "A tween Willa pleaded, in a stressed, almost scared voice, as Ward Earp, whiskey bottle in hand, dragged her out into the dark, cold morning.
"Every one of your little classmates will be slaughtered if you don't learn to protect them." Ward snapped at her harshly, "This town. Your sisters. Now aim. Don't hesitate." As Willa lined up her shot, he took a swing of his bottle, "Because they sure won't."
Willa just stood there with the gun aimed for a second. A second too long for Ward.
"DO IT!" He screamed at her, eliciting a scream from his daughter as she fired the soot, hitting the bottle.
In the present, Willa took a step back, her eyes closed as the terrible memory played in her head. She could remember large chunks of it now and it was causing a rather visceral reaction.
Seeing her older sister's reaction, Wynonna reached out to her. "Are you okay?"
"Daddy." Willa gasped, "Then she began looking around Gus, Wave—Waverly." She looked at Wynonna. "'Nonna. I remember you."
Wynonna smiled as the pair moved in for an embraced, overjoyed, laughing as the other girl let out a relived sigh that turned laughter. They pulled back and examined each other, Willa touching the ends of Wynonna's hair. "You're a brunette now." She declared in amazement.
"Yeah, look who's talking. Wynonna quipped.
Willa laughed at that. They both did.
Calming down a bit, Wynonna asked, "Willa, do you remember what happened after you were taken?"
"No." Willa answered, "Just being kids." She looked down at the gun, "And Daddy training me to be the heir." She aimed the gun again and fired, hitting another bottle.
Wynonna stared at her, impressed but also concerned by the haunted look on her sister's face.
Willa turned to look at her. "Wynonna, where the Hell have, I been?"
Neither of them noticed Sam had pulled up until he called out, "Wynonna! We got something."
"I'll be OK." Willa assured her, handing back the gun, "It's fine. Go."
Wynonna began the walk over to Sam as Willa began the walk down the drive to the house.
"So, breakthrough?" Sam asked hopefully, "Revelations?
. "She had flashes of training with Daddy when she fired peacemaker." Wynonna informed.
"She a good shot?" Sam asked, almost teasing.
"You meant better than me?" Wynonna snarked back, getting into the van.
Meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, a black truck drove up to a pink cattlac with its hood open. The driver of a truck got, an older man dressed in jeans, blue checked shirt, gray jacket and a khaki baseball cap, got out.
Doc for his part, was asleep, his feet sticking out of the half-opened window of the opened car door. The man walked up to him and Doc aimed his gun at him.
Not seeming very phased by the gun pointed at him, the stranger declared, "Well if you're as orney with cars as you are with strangers, I can see why the eginine quit on you."
Doc tipped up his hat for a better look at the man. "Oh, you say ornery. I say valiant."
"Well, seeing as you're not dead or looking for help I'll be on my way." The stranger told him beginning to walk off.
Doc jumped from the seat, shutting the door and following after the stranger. "Now hold on." He said, holstering his weapon, "You know cars?"
"Yeah, I tinker, here and there." The stranger replied.
That was when Doc noticed a peeling metal post it in the ground. The one he tied Eli too, "Shit." He cursed to himself.
"What?" The Stranger asked.
"On my maiden treck, my horse should go hooves up exactly here." Doc answered, making a gesture with both arms.
The stranger just stared at him. "You're a strange fellow, aren't you?"
"Been told I have character." Doc rephrased.
"Carrying a flask of tabasco on your hip is character; drawing a pistol on a good Smartian, that's just being a dick." The stranger declared before turning around heading back towards his own vehicle.
Doc gave in and began with exaggerated politeness. "Do you think you can assist with my vehicle, please? I am stranded."
The stranger had turned back around as Doc spoke. He sighed. "Alright. Try starting her up.
Doc chuckled awkwardly. "Well, see, here's the clinker; I got angry, I threw them keys away." Which even Doc would admit could honestly be the title of his auto biography, if he had in fact threw the keys away. "Now, I looked for 'em for a spell, but then I decided tired eyes, they're poor tool so—"
Seeing where this was going the stranger asked, "In which direction did you throw 'em?"
"Just pass the marker." Doc answered, pointing in that direction.
"Uh-huh." The stranger responded, knowing what Doc was up to. With a sigh he headed in the direction.
Doc went for his gun, ready to fire at the first sign of burning. Burning that never started as the stranger past the marker unscathed. Satisfied, he pulled the keys from his coat. "Oh, I found them!"
The stranger, knowing what Doc had done, smirked before turning around. "Yeah, you sure did, son." He walked back towards Doc.
"This mean you'll help me?" Doc asked, once they were a few inches apart. Then it occurred to him. "Oh, where are my manners?" He whipped his hand off on his shirt and extended it for the man to shake, "Henry."
"Mm-mmm." The stranger responded before walking to the car, rejecting Doc's hand.
Meanwhile, back at the homestead, Waverly, on Willa's request to a certain extent, had pulled out some things she had kept from Willa's funeral, which they were now looking at in Willa's old room.
"You kept my death certificate?" Willa asked, holding the aforementioned piece of paper in her hand.
"Yeah." Waverly admitted, holding a funeral intermarry emblazoned with Willa's face in her own hands, "To remind myself it was actually real. That you were actually gone." She sighed, opening and closing the itinerary, before looking at Willa, "I was six, right? I saw the little white coffin but I knew that you weren't actually in there. They'd filled it with sand bags."
Willa couldn't help but ask, "Was its nice service?"
"All I remember was a lot of crying." Waverly admitted. After a moment, something else occurred to her, "And the food. "She smiled a bit as she added, "The grownups let me eat as many marshmallows as I wanted. I threw up all night long.
Willa gave Waverly an unimpressed look saying flatly, "Gee. That must have been so hard for you."
Waverly's eyes darted between her sister and the wall, incredibly uncomfortable, snatching the death certificate away from Willa and putting it back in a brown solid paper box, almost like an evidence box.
"I'm sorry." Willa apologized as Waverly put a lid with a picture of flowers on it back on the box, "It's just—it's really intense. What did you bury in Daddy's coffin?"
Waverly was quiet for at least a minute, maybe more, with a hunted look on her face. "Daddy." She answered softly.
Before she could respond, Willa started to remember something.
She could see the Hell around them, the dark, the light from the fire. Hear the glass breaking see her sisters cowering in the corner. She could hear them screaming, Daddy screaming, herself screaming. Suddenly she can feel hands around her, an arm around her neck, pulling her through the window kicking and screaming.
Each on has her by the arm now, dragging her away. They're too strong for her to fight so she just screams in terror….
Realizing what was going on, Waverly questioned, "Did you remember something."
"Oh, I feel faint." Willa declared softly. She reached out to touch her little sister, only for Waverly to pull back on instinct. They looked at each other in surprise. "Are you scared of me?"
Waverly's head jutted as she looked at Willa, who stood up, hurrying out of the room. Waverly ran after her.
Willa burst through the front door and into the night, throwing on her coat. She needed to be anywhere but here right now.
Waverly ran out after her. "Willa! Willa!"
Meanwhile, decked out in bullet proof vests, Sam was explaining the case to Charlie and Wynonna, the later who seemed more than a little distracted.
"Alright, so Nedly caught a seen at the hotel." Sam explained, "Blood everywhere, but no body."
"Cool." Wynonna responded as he handed out the fake badges.
Sam immediately recognized that something was wrong, but kept on going just to be sure. "Yeah. So, the only thing left was a laptop belonging to a guy by the name of Bradly Stokes. Hedge-fund type of Seattle." He handed Wynonna silver and black deceive.
"Hmm." Wynonna responded, taking it, "Cool."
More than a little worried now, Sam went for large shot gun.
"Nicole and me searched for any connected devices and came across an active smartwatch currently transmitting from this abandoned railyard." Charlie continued. After a beat she added, "And then she and Sam and running off to Maui together."
"What?!" Wynonna looked up.
"That got her attention." Charlie declared.
"Wy, look, do you need to sit this one out?" Sam asked.
"Ah, you do know she's the one with the Revenant killing gun?" Charlie reminded him.
"Well, the Colt works too." Sam reasoned.
"I'll be fine, guys." Wynonna assured, "I can pull it together."
"You better." Sam told her, "Apart from the fact the guy could still be alive in there, I'm not losing anyone on this, okay?" Then he gave Wynonna to smile to let her know he was still on her side.
Wynonna smiled back. "But seriously, if you do run off to Maui will Nicole, and I will tract you down and beat you like a piñata and use her as the stick."
"I'd expect nothing less." Sam told her, starting to close the trunk, "Come on now, let's do this."
Charlie took the lead, following the smartwatch. "Alright, so the smartwatch is transmitting from in there."
They walked up to the door and Sam was about to kick it in when he realized something was still off with Wynonna. "What?"
"Daddy trained Willa." Wynonna explained, "She was prepared for all this. Unlike me the off key drunk of an understudy."
"Whoa, whoa, look." Sam began, "You know you're good at this and you're only getting better okay? Besides, there's only one Earp I'd ever want to do this with."
Wynonna nodded. "Thanks. You're the only Winchester I'd ever want to do this with. Even if the other ones had the cash from the gun fortune."
"Okay, I'll put that off to you being really being freaked out about getting replace." Sam responded.
"From hero to punch-worth and ten seconds flat." Wynonna told him.
Hearing movement inside, Sam sssh her. "Save your punching for what's in there. Gun now."
Charlie opened the door while both Sam and Wynonna had their guns aimed, ready to fire.
The trio found themselves in a room with train at its center and a work bench covered in tools at its side Charlie found a light, turned it on, and, able to see, the three went different ways, Wynonna checking under the train for any sign of their missing hedge fund guy. Stranger things had happened around there.
Sam took the other side, lifting up an old black cloth covering. Nothing. Just train.
Charlie went straight ahead, also finding nothing. Then why did she feel like there was something there they were missing?
Wynonna did s circle, shinning her light on everything. Everything seemed reasonable kosher for an abounded railway.
Sam did a similar move from his side.
Wynonna made her way to a mostly empty spot of the depo, and shined her light down fining what looked like a blood covered woman ferally munching on some kind of meat. Then she realized handing next to her was a man's dead body.
The pair stared at each for a moment, the cannibal woman's eyes flashing red. Suddenly Wynonna noticed how beautiful she was…
Shaking it off, Wynonna said as she readied Peacemaker to fire, "Honey, I'm flattered, but for a whole whack of reasons, you're not my type."
The Revenant woman began to ran away. Wynonna fired, but she missed. "Stupid sexy hair born." Wynonna murmured to herself, running over to the man to see if there was any chance the poor guy was still alive.
"Wynonna!" Sam called out, "You okay?!"
"Yeah, I'm okay, but there's definitely something in here, Sam!" She called by back before checking the man's vitals. Nothing. "Should have kept your pants on." As she walked off, she felt a little bad for blaming the victim.
Sam went ahead, trying to find the 'something' Sam was referring to. His flashlight landed on the smartwatch, which was around the unfortunate man's arms. Which was no longer attached to the unfortunate man. "Ahhh, Shit."
"Ugly word for such a beautiful man." A woman's voice behind him said.
Sam whirled around, finding a beautiful dark-haired woman dressed in a green corset dress embroider with leaves, with an unattached green collar around the neck as well as several fine chains, draped in a gray, white and black mixed fur coat. She flashed her eyes at him as his turned purple.
Suddenly she became the most beautiful he had ever seen. "Oh wow." He grinned at her like a twitter patted schoolboy, "You're one of a kind."
She walked up to him and grabbed the sides of his jacket. "Close." A voice said behind them. Sam turned around to find her sister, blood dripping from her lip. She was still beautiful to him. He grinned as they worked their charms on him, leaning in to the kiss the twin.