Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 35: Frontierland.
I had this weird dream. I haven't told anyone about this dream for it was personal. The dream was of Jo. She and Mom were alive. Ellen was married to Bobby and Jo had her own team of hunters. As if they didn't died at Carthage. We were on a case similar to what the Winchesters were doing in Chester, Pennsylvania. We were all dealing with Fate. I don't remember much of the dream, but there was a moment I will never forget.
Jo and I were in a cemetery finished reburying a victim of Atropos. Although, this victim had a grudge and became a vengeful spirit. So, we did the annual dig and burn routine before another person becomes haunted. I was stomping on the dirt to even it out. The rain was pouring hard while Jo was calling Ellen to get any details from home base. I shuddered for how cold it was. If not exhausted. Why did I decide to come on this again? Looking up I watched Jo who seemed to have a serious talk.
Jo's eyes widen when she listen to mom on the phone. She bit her lip and nodded, saying okay before hanging up. Afterwards she walked over to me with a sad look.
"What did Mom say?" I asked.
"Oh, that the Winchester's are going after Atropos." She answered, though there was a hint of sadness in her voice.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing." She assured. "Skylar?"
"Yeah?" I said.
"I know this sounds really stupid and everything right now, but I just—I just really wanted to say, um…thank you." She said.
"For what?" I asked.
Jo paused before moving forward and hugged me. I was utterly confused, for Jo wasn't the type of person who would hug naturally. Yet I wrapped my arms around her. There was this feeling I was going to lose her. I almost loss her once in Carthage, if it weren't for Castiel who healed her. So why do I have this feeling she would vanish once more.
"Thanks for being my sister." Jo added.
"Um…you okay?" I mumbled.
"Yeah." Jo said pulling her hand back. "Mind if I do something?"
"Um sure," I replied.
She took dad's knife, cutting her hand. "My blood."
Then she grabbed my hand cutting it. I winced, "Ow."
Jo chuckled before holding our bleeding hands together while combining both our bloods. "Our blood."
"Our blood." I whispered.
Once more, Jo hugged me again. "No matter what, I'll always watch over you. I love you, Sky."
"I love you too, Jo." I savored her touched once more closing my eyes and smelling her shampoo. The moment I open my eyes I found myself back in my apartment. Back in the world where Jo was dead and so was Ellen. However, I felt my hand hurting. As I lifted it up, I discovered it was covered in blood from the fresh wound.
When I saw it and remembered that part of the dream I just broke down in tears. I missed my sister so much. I missed my mom too. Although, I survived almost three years without them…it hurts to know I will never see them again.
.o0o.
On March Third I decided to help the Winchesters and Bobby on information about Eve. Sam suggested we visit the Campbell base. When we got there, it was a surprise in how abandon this joint was. There used to be guards at the gate with dogs. Now it was empty, even on the inside.
When we got inside the main compound, we enter Samuel office. Sam remembered that Samuel had a secret bunker filled with books and documents of the supernatural. So Sam and Bobby moved the desked revealing a trap door. Opening the trap door, we climbed down to see a bunker filled with all types of documents, from pictures, books, scrolls, and journals.
"I'll be damned." Bobby said.
"Welcome to the Campbell family library." Sam said.
"So, Samuel collected all this stuff, huh?" Dean asked.
"Apparently." Sam answered.
"Wow. Alright, well, what are we looking for?" Dean asked.
"Well, anything that'll put a run in the Octomom's stockings." Bobby said. "Pick a row."
I nodded as I closed my eyes and let my clairvoyant ability guide me to a section of books. I picked up a few and sat at the table going over each book. Everyone read hard each book to find a specific book. Dean gotten up and grabbed more books. Unconsciously I grabbed a journal from Dean's pile and found it was a journal.
"Either of you jokers ever heard anything about a Phoenix?" Bobby asked.
"River, Joaquin, or the giant flaming bird?" Dean listed.
"It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother." Bobby said.
"The mother?" Sam asked.
"Great. Where do we get one?" Dean asked to, though a bit of humor.
"You got me. I thought it was a myth." Bobby said.
"Bobby, we live where Lamias, Okami, vampires, and werewolves exist." I joked.
"Shut up," Bobby said though it held mirth.
"Alright, great. Well, let's see if we can find something out about a Phoenix." Sam said.
We all went back to our books. As I read through the journal, my eyes widen to recognize a specific name of a rare weapon. The Colt. I went back to the cover of the journal to realize I was reading Samuel Colts journal. This here would be considered the holy bible to all hunters. Immediately I read through the strong cursive until coming on a specific date involving our fiery friend.
"Holy shit, I think I found something." I said catching everyone's attention. "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash."
"Really? Whose gun?" Sam asked.
"Our favorite gunmaker hunter," I answered.
Dean took the journal out of my hand and read the cover, "Colts."
"Colt? Colt like –"Sam asked.
I smiled like a cat ate a canary as I nodded though grabbed the journal back carefully to reveal the cover of the demons trap afterwards Samuel Colts signature.
"What?!" Sam said with a grin. "That's his?"
"Yep." I said popping the p.
"Dude, no." Sam said with a slight laugh.
"Dude, yes." Dean agreed.
"Well, let me see it." Sam said leaning forward to grab it.
I closed it and brought it to my chest. "No, finders' keepers."
"Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix? What does it look like? Has it got feathers?" Bobby asked.
"No, he only wrote Phoenix." I said. "And my ability tells me it's not a person's name."
"Did he say where he tracked it?" Bobby asked.
"Sadly no," I answered.
"Alright, so I guess we got to find one of our own, whatever it is." Sam said.
"We still have the colt?" I asked looking at Bobby.
"Yeah, it's in my gun cabinet." He answered.
"Unless, I know where we can find one." Dean said, as if he gotten an epiphany. "March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll Star Trek IV this bitch."
Bobby, Sam, and I stared at Dean. Star Trek IV…what episode was that about again? Sorry to say this, but I grew up on Star Wars than Star Trek. Although, I did see the new remake of Star Trek with Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto. Anyway, Dean's eyes widen when no one replied back
Bobby was the one to break the silence, "I only watched Deep Space Nine."
"It's like I don't even know you guys anymore." Dean said irritated. "Star Trek IV. Save the whales."
"I think I saw a part of that on HBO." I thought aloud.
Dean groaned as he explained his plan, "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."
"Time travel?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah." Dean said happily.
"That's a reasonable plan?" Bobby said.
"And how are we supposed to do that?" I asked. "Do you know someone with a TARDIS?"
"We got a guy who can swing it." Dean said as he stood up and began to pray. "Castiel… The, uh, fate of the world is in the balance… So, come on down here. Come on, Cass, I Dream of Jeannie your ass down here pronto. Please."
There was a whoosh of wings and feet landing on concrete. In the corner of the room was an angel. Her vessel appeared to be a woman in her thirties with blond hair dressed professional, yet casual.
"Jeannie?" Dean asked surprised.
"Rachel." The Angel corrected. "I understand you need some assistance? How can I help you?"
"We were wonder-"I started.
"We kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna." Dean interrupted.
"I'm here on Castile's behalf." Rachel said calmly.
"Where is he?" Sam asked.
"Busy." She simply answered.
"Busy?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Rachel said sternly.
"Sorry about them, bro bond." I apologized trying to keep the angel calm.
Rachel nodded though Dean continued. "Well, we've got a line on the mother of freaking everything, so –"
"I'm sure your issue's very important." Rachel explained. "But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so –"
"So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny." Dean interrupted.
"Dean," I warned.
"So you need to learn your place." Rachel seethed.
"Look, I don't know who you think you are –"Dean started.
"I'm his friend." Rachel interrupted.
"You think we're not?" Sam asked.
"I think you call him when you need something." Rachel answered. "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—"She started to rant only another person, or in this case angel entered the room.
"Rachel." Castiel said. "That's enough."
Rachel looked down as she took a deep breath, going back to her soft angelic self. "I told you I'd take care of this."
"It's all right." Castiel assured. "You can go."
"You're staying?" Rachel asked in disbelief.
"Go. I'll come when I can." Castiel said.
Rachel sighed, and in a blink of an eye she was gone. So much for all angels residing on man as God commanded. Are all angels that segregated from the entire human race? Aren't we all children of God? Just because angels have wings and possess celestial magic doesn't mean they should have the higher authority. I wondered why God hasn't returned yet. Lucifer was back in his cage. So shouldn't he return and teach his heavenly host about respect.
"Friend of yours?" Dean asked.
"Yes. She's, uh, my lieutenant." Castiel answered. "She's...committed to the cause. Now, what do you need?"
"A back to the future moment." I answered.
"I don't think I can take you to the future." Castiel said confused.
I groaned banging my head on the desk while Dean explained the situation.
.o0o.
The next day we were all in Bobby's living room. I was not pleased from the plan. Sam and Dean were going back in time to see Samuel Colt shoot the phoenix. I advise I should come along yet Dean says I shouldn't. His excuse was me being a highly educated if not independent woman would fluster the natives. I found that a bit sexist and asked him who the president of the United States of America was in 1861. Dean hesitated, which I answer was Abraham Lincoln and the time they'll be going to was the start of Lincoln term of office after James Buchanan. Neither of Winchester's have a grasp in United States history or the terms. Yet Bobby and Castiel agreed I should stay behind.
So this morning, Dean went out to buy a few things leaving the gang here. I was beyond pissed that I was working on my camera deleting old crappy pictures. Bobby was cleaning his gun, Sam reading Samuel's journal, while Castiel basically stood there doing nothing.
"Where the hell's Dean?" Bobby asked.
"Supply run, he said. I don't know." Sam answered.
"Um, about your plan…" Castiel said, staring at nothing. "You'll only have twenty-four hours."
"You're joking?" I asked.
"Why?" Sam asked as well, standing up.
"Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations." Castiel answered.
"Yeah, aim lower." Bobby challenged.
Castiel sighed, "The further back I send you, and the harder it becomes to retrieve you. Twenty-four hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time… you'll be lost to me."
"Well, then we better get you a watch." Dean said coming in with two bags. There was a logo on each bag that read "Wally's Western World' as there was a cowboy riding a horse.
"What the hell's all that?" Bobby asked, standing up.
"We are going native." Dean said happily. "Got to blend in."
"Uh, ha,ha. No, thanks. I'm fine." Sam rejected kindly.
"Sam." Dean said sternly.
"Dean, I can - I can wear this." Sam said, gesturing his current outfit. He was wearing a blue and grey old washed plaid shirt, jeans, and boots. My kind of country if I dare say.
"And look like a spaceman?" Dean asked.
"Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff –"Sam started.
"No, I'm not." Dean protested.
"You have a fetish." Sam said.
"Shut up. I like old movies." Dean defended.
"You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line." Sam challenged.
"Even the monkey movies?" Bobby asked surprised.
"Yeah." Sam answered. "Especially the monkey movies."
"His name is Clyde." Dean defended, if not offended as well.
I stood there and groan. "That's it. Sam and I are going."
"It might be wise." Sam agreed.
"No, I'm going." Dean whined.
"Can ya even speak with a country accent?" I asked, not realizing my old accent had returned. Immediately all the guys in the room were staring at me. "What?"
"Where did that accent come from?" Dean asked.
"It's my own accent, mind you." I said and crossed my arms. "Live in the city to long, and ya'll lose it. But you boys sound like a bunch of city folks than country."
"She has a point." Bobby said, stressing his accent.
"Well, I didn't get you a dress, so you ain't going." Dean growled and shoved the bag at Sam. "At least wear the damn shirt."
Sam sighed as he and Dean went upstairs to change. Bobby got a travel bag ready for them with guns and the dragon gold. I leaned against the table jealous.
"I don't get it. I know the U.S. history like the back of my hand and know this side of the country. How come I get the short end of the leash?" I asked.
"I know, but the boys have more experience-"Bobby started.
"Experience in what? Hunting?" I interrupted.
Bobby held his tongue as he put Samuel Colt journal in the bag. Why do I get the feeling the Winchesters and Bobby are holding me back. I spent a month with Athena learning how to use my clairvoyant powers and how to fight, yet I'm wasting all these valuable skills on research. I know I used to say I didn't want to get involve in the hunter's life style, but desperate times call in for desperate needs. With Castiel fighting a war with Raphael, the gang was going to need all the help they can get.
Ten minutes later Sam came down wearing a white cowboy shirt, with olden embroidery on the upper chest, a large buckle belt, jeans, and boots. Let alone a cowboy hat in hand. Dean on the other hand dressed entirely like Clint Eastwood with the sarape on. Does he know cowboys never wore a sarape? It was all Hollywood.
"Dean, this is stupid. I look stupid." Sam grumbled.
"You going to a hoedown?" Bobby asked.
Thinking about it, they look like they are going to a rodeo instead of the Wild West.
"How do I look?" Dean asked.
"Clean," I answered.
Dean scowled from my response while Castiel spoke, "Now, is it - is it customary to wear a blanket?"
"It's a sarape. And, yes. It's, uh... Never mind. Let's just go." Dean said until looking at the bag filled with dragon's gold. He picked up the watch. "What's this?"
"Where you're goin', they don't take plastic." Bobby explained.
"I'll send you back to March 4th. That should give you time to find the Colt." Castiel said walking over to the boys. "And this Phoenix creature."
I went over to Sam and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Be careful."
"I will," Sam said as he kissed the top of my forehead.
"Also, make sure Dean doesn't use Clint Eastwood puns." I added.
"Can't promise that." Sam chuckled.
"Alright," Dean said picking up the bag. "Well, see ya at High Noon tomorrow…" Then clicks his tongue. "…Partner."
Bobby and I shook our heads. Seriously, Dean needs to realize that Clint Eastwood and John Wayne don't exist in the time period they are going. The West wasn't kind and sanitation wasn't complex. Better learn the hard way Bobby would always say. So Castiel touches both Sam and Dean transporting them to Sunrise, Wyoming 1861, leaving us hunters hears.
"I have to go." Castiel breathed heavily.
"What about getting Sam and Dean?" I asked.
"Pray for me in twenty-four hours and I'll return." Castiel said tiredly.
"I'll pray for all of us." Bobby said, getting a digital timer and set it on twenty-four hours.
Castiel took off leaving Bobby and I here in the living room.
"You do know that the sarape was more of the south and Mexico thing than central U.S, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, but let the Idjit figure that out." Bobby said.
All I could do was laugh.
.o0o.
There was nothing much to do in the next twenty-four hours so I went to the store to gather ingredients for dinner tonight. I bet the Winchester are missing real food right about now. As I walk through the hygiene department I noticed several hair dyes. I haven't taken care of my hair the last few months, having a couple of inches of my natural brown hair from the route. The last timed I dyed my hair was when I with Athena to free Sam soul. I debated I should dye my hair back. After much debate, I grabbed the box that was similar to my natural hair color and drove back to Bobby's place.
Once there, I put the groceries away and told Bobby I'll be upstairs. Bobby merely grunted as he read one of his books while I claimed the upstairs bathroom. I read the instruction and followed each step carefully, though applied Vaseline on my hair line so my skin wouldn't stain. After an hour, I blow-dried my hair.
No longer was I blond but now a brunette. Sometimes I wondered why I even dyed my hair in the first place. The first time would be because the guys and I was domestic terrorist to stop the Niveus Pharmaceuticals from distributing the contaminated vaccine containing croatoan. Then again when in Australia with Jesse, and once more. As I stared at my reflection I saw Ellen staring right backs me. But I knew it wasn't Ellen, but me in the mirror. Maybe I've been dying my hair so I could see my sister. Jo was the pretty blond while I was the Plain Jane. Yet right now, to see Ellen again brought tears. She would want me to be myself and not somebody else.
"Skylar, I need yer help!" Bobby shouted.
I rushed downstairs to see Bobby trying to hold up a bloody Castiel. Immediately I went over and claimed the other side of the angel was we took him to the couch. I checked Castiel's wounds and found an inch long incision.
"Bobby, first aid kit." I ordered, removing Castiel's coat and shirt to examine the wound.
Bobby came back with the first aid kit. I cleaned the wound to see bright light and grabbed the flask of whiskey sterilizing the wounds and needle before stitching it up. The light was very bright; I knew I had to seal it before any energy escaped the vessel. After fifteen minutes, I had it secured and placed a bandaged over it.
"That should do." I said.
"I see you got your skills." Bobby complimented.
"Plus going claircognizance of a surgeon." I added. "What happen?"
"Know clue," Bobby answered. "He just came in and placed the bloody seal on the fridge."
I nodded before looking at the timer. We only have less than three hour before danger zone. As time went on, Bobby and I waited for Castiel to wake up. I was close to smacking the angel awake when we reached the one hour mark. Fortunately Castiel burst up gasping.
"Easy," I said carefully setting him down.
"Cass, you - you look like you went twelve rounds with truckasaurus. What happened?" Bobby asked.
"I was, um...I was betrayed. Rachel, uh...Raphael...He corrupted her. She turned on me." Castiel said.
Somehow I was getting an odd feeling he was not telling the truth. I've been getting this feeling a lot when Castiel answered important questions. Like when he said he burned Crowley's bones.
"Sorry." Bobby apologized. "Girl's a real... peach."
"She's... dead. I... was wounded. I needed... safety. Thank you." Castiel said as he tried to sit up only to cough once more in the process. Again, I lowered him down.
"Easy, you were struck in the lung region. So your vessel needs a moment to relax." I said.
Castiel looked down at his expose chest to see my handiwork with the needle. "Thank you."
"Hey. What's with the finger painting?" Bobby asked.
"It's a warding symbol against angels." Castiel answered, grunting in pain.
"How bad does it hurt?" I asked.
"I'll heal." Castiel grumbled.
"Well, good...'Cause we got less than an hour before you pick up the kids at Frontierland." Bobby said as he started to head to the kitchen.
"I can't." Castiel announced.
"Come again?" Bobby asked stopping in his tracks.
"This fight...drained me." Castiel explained, out of breath.
"Well, if you're up on blocks…then call in another halo who can get the job done." Bobby said bitterly.
"I can't." Castiel repeated.
"Well, there's got to be something that can juice you up. A spell, something." Bobby said.
"There is one thing that might work… but...It's extremely dangerous." Castiel said.
"What is it then?" I demanded.
"It's your soul." Castiel said looking at me.
"My soul?" I asked confused.
"As in what?" Bobby asked, going defensive dad mode. "Make another deal? Seal it with a kiss?"
"I need Skylar to let me touch it." Castiel explained.
"Touch it?" I asked.
"The human soul, it's pure... energy. Yours on the other hand is much stronger than a normal human, being a gifted. If I can siphon some of that off, I-I might be able to bring Sam and Dean back." Castiel explained.
"And the catch is?" Bobby asked not liking it one bit.
"Doing this is like...putting your hand in a nuclear reactor. I have to do it very gingerly." Castiel answered.
"Or?" Bobby demanded.
"Or she'll explode." Castiel said.
"Explode?" I gasped paling and feeling my gut drop.
"You're not gonna explode." Bobby said. "I'll do it."
"The risk will be much higher than hers." Castiel advice.
"Well. Keep both hands on the wheel. Let's do this." Bobby said.
I'm surprised by the risk Bobby was taking. Even though I hold a better chance to bring the Winchester's back, Bobby wouldn't dare put my life at risk. It brought back what he said last year how he promised Ellen to keep me safe. Ever since that promise he obligated himself as a father figure in times when it was needed.
So with the clock counting down we got a chair and a leather belt. There was only three minutes left before we lose the boys. Ashes or no ashes it's time for our idjits to come home. So Bobby took a seat with Castiel in front of him. I stood behind Bobby as I placed my hands on his shoulders.
"Are you sure?" Castiel asked.
"Well, we can't just strand those idjits in Deadwood, can we?" Bobby said.
"The risks..." Castiel warned. "There still time to switch."
"Just... don't explode me." Bobby said, as he puts the leather belt in his mouth and chomp on it.
Castiel nodded as he leaned and placed a hand on Bobby's sternum before carefully pushing through the chest cavity. Bobby groans and yells through the belt while Castiel siphons off some of the energy off of Bobby's soul. There was a bright light while the angel's eyes turned silver. Soon we were on the last minute mark, I prayed to all creation that this work.
On the last three seconds Sam and Dean appeared out of nowhere. Sam was by the desk while Dean was on the ground carrying an empty bottle. Castiel pulled his hand out just in time and collapsed onto the couch. No one said a word as I checked on Bobby's vitals. My ability told me he was going to be okay, though he would need to rest for a few days.
"You gotta send us back." Dean pleaded to Castiel.
"Dean, look at him. He's fried." Sam said.
"I never want to do that again." Castiel panted.
"Bobby, you –"Dean started.
"I'm still kickin', Annie Oakley. Be back good as new in a decade or two." Bobby answered, rubbing his temple.
"And we screwed the pooch." Dean sighed in defeat. "Bobby, I'm sorry."
Suddenly there knocking on the door. Sam being the closes went too answer it. After a few minutes Sam held a disbelief look, as he set a package down and unwrapped it. It revealed an old fashion carrier box. Sam then slid the lid open revealing a piece of paper, a bottle filled with black ash, and his cellphone on top of straw. The cellphone was cracked and covered in dust as if it hasn't been used in over a century.
Sam picked up the letter, reading it aloud. "Dear Sam, I got this address and date off your thingamajig…and I thought the enclosed might come in handy. Regards, Samuel Colt."
Sam set the letter aside and picked up the bottle of ash.
"Is that what I think it is?" Bobby asked amazed.
"Ashes of a Phoenix." Dean said. "You know what this means?"
"Yeah, I didn't get a soulonoscopy for nothing." Bobby replied.
Dean stopped shaking his head from his response then said. "Yes. And...means we take the fight to her."
Afterwards, Dean puts on his cowboy hat like they do in the movies.
.o0o.
After the craziness settled down, Bobby was on mandatory bedrest while Dean took a nap. Castiel left a few hours ago saying he needed to check on his army. Meanwhile I was busy making dinner, thinking some Homestyle cooking was in order of country fried chicken, mash potatoes and gravy, follow by some peas.
As I cooked, I lost myself in work when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. It was Sam as he towered over me and placed his head on my shoulder. I smiled at the closes.
"Hey," I murmured.
"Hey," he replied and kissed the area where my neck meets my shoulder. "You've dyed your hair."
"Yeah, my routes were showing." I said.
Sam nodded, "I like you better as a brunette than blond."
I turned in his arms and faced him, "How so?"
"Because it's who you and you look like exactly how we met." Sam answered.
"Like a tomboy who can whoop your ass?" I asked playfully.
Sam chuckled, "Yes, like the tomboy who placed a gun to my head."
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him, "So…how are you feeling?"
Sam sighed, "Saddle sore."
"Why?" I asked.
"I spent twelve hours to and from Sunrise and Colt's place." Sam answered.
"My poor hunter." I said. "Sadly Bobby doesn't have a bath tub to soak in."
Sam smiled as he leaned forward and gave me a peck. "Maybe a massage will do."
"Full body massage?" I asked, hopefully.
"Just my back." Sam answered.
Damn it.
So this chapter is crossed between My Heart Will Go On and Frontierland. The encounter between Jo and Skylar was inspired by Practical Magic.
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