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Part One: The Wild, Wild West. (Frontierland S06E18)

Episode Summary: While searching for a way to defeat Eve, the Winchester brothers and the reader stumble upon Samuel Colt’s journal. Realizing Samuel might have the answer to their problems, the three of them ask Castiel to send them back in time to meet the man himself. While Sam and the reader are reluctant to time travel, Dean is beside himself with excitement to return to the Wild, Wild West. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,871.

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The reader’s mentioned outfit:

P.S. For those who are wondering, I got inspiration and took the look from the show “Westworld.” (Which I’ve been conveniently watching the past few weeks…I totally recommend you check it out!)

Josh Carver was an unconventional best friend in every sense of the word. You had known him since you were fourteen but lost contact with him when he moved away a few years later to try and pursue a college education. Of course that didn’t last very long. Almost a decade passed before Josh was reunited you with under circumstances that resulted in him being possessed by a demon and your house wrecked after a break-in. Now the only conversations you had were mostly over the phone. And the only face to face contact you had since reuniting again was after you died and came back to life—which was three times now.

You expected every time you picked up the phone to have a conversation with Josh he would finally tell you to go screw yourself and never talk to him again after the trouble you caused him. You turned his life upside down for the worst, and you would respect his wishes. But he never did that. He was always so happy to hear from you and willing to help with whatever sort of trouble you got into. When you asked him for some help dealing with the Mother of All and her freaks, along with a few private things, he jumped on the opportunity to be apart of the action.

You were overjoyed to be able to see Josh again in person on better circumstances. He was the exact person you needed now that all the Campbells were gone. Josh was book smart and had a knack for research. But there was a problem with your plan. You still needed to convince the boys to go along with your idea to have the man around. For whatever reason, they always had a dislike for Josh. You never understood. Luckily with some subtle threats and favors you were able to get them to begrudgingly agree.

You told Josh to meet you at Bobby's place to get started, worrying about the small details like where he'd sleep and other arrangements later on. You just wanted him to get here in one piece. It had been so long since you'd seen him in person. And this as the first time he was going to be working with all of you. You hoped the boys wouldn't scare him off the moment he stepped into the door. While Sam had grown quiet on the matter, Dean was still going strong of expressing his emotions on the matter when the day of Josh’s arrival came.

"I still don't like this guy." Dean, for what felt to be the tenth time this morning, made his opinion clear on the matter. You were occupying Bobby's desk with a book opened and your second cup of coffee this morning slowly being nursed. You glanced up for a moment to acknowledge what your boyfriend said with an annoyed glare. "He gives me the creeps."

"What? Josh is harmless." You defended your old childhood best friend from the judgement of your significant other. You gave him an eye roll at his dramatic behavior as you turned the page to the next one so you could continue reading a book Bobby had yet to get to after hoarding a few more books of lore. "The last time you seen him you almost kicked his ass for no reason.”

"No reason? He threatened me first. Not to mention the last time we really saw him he thought you were his fiancée" Dean defended himself against you. You were, yet again, interrupted from your reading as Dean continued on this much useless conversation that was leading the both of you nowhere at this point. You raised your brow slightly from what Dean implied, calling him out on the little white lie he pulled and how he was bringing up a scenario that happened in another universe different from your own. “Whatever. I still wanna punch him in the face. He’s a dick.”

"What is your probl—" You were about to ask him what was getting him so riled up, but then it hit you. You've seen this type of behavior from him before not too long ago. The way he was acting all tough, bringing up something that happened a few years ago to the strange universe mix up. You rested your arms on the desk and narrowed your eyes on the man as your lips stretched into a smirk, suddenly realizing what it was. "Oh my God. You're jealous."

“What?” Dean scoffed at what you were trying to imply by his behavior before letting out a slight chuckle. He tried to act normal by crossing his arms over his chest and calmed his expression into more of a calm one. You weren't the least bit fooled by it. "I've got nothing to be jealous of."

"Sure there isn't. What's there to be jealous of? Not the fact that he's only been my best friend before I met you. And in another universe him and I are madly in love while you and I didn't work out." You casually brought up the conversation again about the messy situation you and the boys were thrown into against your will. Dean's expression dropped slightly, you broke out into a smile at how he looked. "Oh my God. You're so gullible."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from the joke you pulled and pretended to be calm. He always promised you that he'd never be the possessive, jealous man who would get angry if another guy dare so looked in your direction. It wasn’t in his nature. Whenever you weren't working a case and enjoying some time out in public, Dean might do something like inch himself closer to you or wrap an arm around your waist if he saw a guy try to make a move on you. It was the subtle things that Dean did you enjoyed. He let the world knew that you were his, and he was yours.

You always found jealousy to be a turn off. Yet seeing Dean like this, squirming with possible thoughts of what might happen when Josh got here, it sort of felt....good. It was like sweet revenge for all those years he would shamelessly flirt with other women right in front of your face. You knew it was a bit childish to play slightly into the idea you had any sort of feeling for Josh. He was a close friend from another life before you devoted yourself to hunting who happened to know everything about the supernatural, too. It was a strange friendship you had, but it worked. He was like what you were for the boys. A crutch to a lean on when things got tough.

You shut the book you were previously reading and pushed yourself up to your feet when you heard knocking on the front door. You gave Dean a smile and patted him on the chest lightly to reassure him that everything was going to be fine before rushing to the door before Bobby or Sam could answer it. Before you did, you smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair to make sure you looked somewhat presentable for a friend you hadn’t seen in months. You inhaled a breath before opening up the door. Josh stood on the porch with his hands causally in his jean pockets as he looked around the place, taking in all the glory of the place. When he turned his attention forward, you welcomed him with a grin.

“Well, well, well.” You mumbled from who you saw standing right in front of you. You crossed your arms over your chest and stepped back to take a good look at your friend you hadn’t seen in months. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

“You didn’t happen to drop dead while I was gone, did you? Am I talking to your ghost or something? ‘Cause I feel like the only time i get to see you in person is when you died." Josh replied back to your sarcastic remark. Dean stood in the doorway of the library where you couldn't see him, even though your back was to him. He mocked your laugh you made at the stupid joke Josh made that wasn't the least bit funny. “Damn, Y/N. It’s so good to see you.”

“Come in, come in.” You ushered the man inside as you opened the door wider and stepped out of the way so Josh could be formally introduce to everyone. You nervously swallowed when you heard the sound of multiple footsteps approaching. Shutting the door, you noticed it was the brothers who were here to greet your guest. “Where’s Bobby?”

“He’s getting a few things before we hit the road.” Dean said. You nodded your head and gave the boys a quick glance when Josh greeted the two men with a friendly smile. The brothers could see the threatening glare subtly hidden in your calm expression if they tried to pull anything stupid. Dean decided to be the bigger person here like you wanted him to be. He outstretched his hand and offered it to Josh for him to shake. "Hey, man. Been a long time."

Yeah. Too long." Josh said. He shook hands with the older Winchester before nodding greeting the same way to Sam when he greeted the man with another hello and a firm handshake. You had a feeling things were going well. But you weren't holding your breath that things would last this long. "Glad I could be apart of this whole situation. I’ve been doing a lot of research.”

“You sure you really want to do this?” Sam’s question made your attention avert to him. You expression dropped slightly as you began to stare at him with an angry glare from what you think he was trying to do. The younger Winchester only made a joke as he cracked a smile to keep things civil. "There's a lot of book research involved. Gets kind of tedious."

“Don’t worry, man.” Josh said. “I’ve been waiting to get in on the action for a long time.”

You let out a sigh of relief from how smooth things seemed to be going. So far the brothers had welcomed Josh with no problem and carried on a civil conversation. Footsteps from the kitchen made you realize there was one person for Josh to meet. You pushed the man slightly forward to greet someone Josh was the most nervous of all to meet after everything you told him about. "Bobby, I'd like you to meet someone..."

+ + +

Over the past few months the four of you, including Josh, had been tirelessly trying to find a way to take down Eve for good. All of you spent countless hours collecting all sorts of books and sat in front of your laptop scouring the internet for some kind of hint to find what her weakness was. But you kept coming up blank. You needed to find something before you had a face to face with the thing. While you were having trouble doing so, you remembered that you weren’t the only one who knew about the Mother of All and wanted to see her dead.

Samuel Campbell had been tracking down Eve and her little monsters with what was left of his family even after his boss, Crowley was killed off. He kept a neat and organized office that you were rarely allowed to go into without him supervising you. There was one time Samuel trusted you enough to let you in on a secretive spot when you first started hunting with him and told to never go back down there again. Yet here you stood in the middle of his office with the boys, Bobby and Josh. The entire Campbell residence had been abandoned for a few months now. It was the only place you could think of to find a possible lead on how to stop Eve.

The only problem was trying to remember where it was. You didn’t spend the last several hours stuck in the Impala with the brothers in the front seats with you and Josh in the back, making awkward small talk for all of this to come down to nothing.

“Look it’s here somewhere.” You mumbled in frustration. You examined the wooden floors with a close eye, trying to find some kind of handle that Samuel had tried to hide in plain sight. All you could remember about Samuel’s hiding spot was that it was underground, he had a special way of getting in. He tried to hide it from you, but you saw. There were no rugs and tables around the place to make it easily hidden. Except for his desk. You walked forward and tried to move the heavy object by yourself, but you failed miserably. “Dammit. Sam, Josh. Move this thing.”

You stepped out of the way for the two tallest men to move the desk so you could get a closer look around at the floor when nothing caught your eye. The two men moved the desk with ease so you could continue your search. What you were expecting to find was some sort of secret latch hidden underneath the desk. Maybe it was too obvious. Maybe you were looking at this all wrong when you noticed a loose screw ever so slightly popping out of place.

You crouched down on the ground when a suspicious hunch grew at what you saw. There was nothing like this on any other part of the floor. It took a few tries before you pulled out the screw from the spot it was resting in. You expected the screw to come popping out, but it remained safely fastened into the wood, making you realize this was the handle you were looking for. You used all your strength to open up the opening of the trapdoor that lead to the underground layer Samuel tried so hard to hide from you. Your lips stretched into a smirk of victory. If only that old bag of bones could see you know.

Dean turned on the flashlight and took a step to inspect what might be down there before any of you got the idea of going exploring down there. What you saw was a lot of dust and cobwebs along with a ladder leading down. “Well, I’ll be damned.” Bobby mumbled, impressed at what he saw, and curious for what was down there waiting to be explored.

You did the honors of being the first one to go down into the underground layer with everyone else following behind one by one. You stumbled a bit in the dark before finding what felt to be a lightswitch and turned it on. Slowly the lights began to kick on as the boys came down first along with Bobby and then Josh. "Welcome to the Campbell family library." You gestured an arm around at the decent sized space that was lined with numerous books and a college of all sorts of information. "Maybe we'll be lucky and find something useful."

Josh was an awe at what he saw, from the books to the old photographs on the walls of what you were presuming to be Campbell relatives from decades before. Dean circled around the place and examined what he saw. “Samuel collected all of this stuff, huh?” He asked. You nodded your head, seeming to think that’s what he did. “Wow. Well, what are we looking for?”

“Well, anything that’ll put a run in Octomom’s stockings.” Bobby said. You placed your hands on your hips and looked around the room to see the entire place was covered in stock piles of books and leather bound journals. All of you were going to be here for a while. “Pick a row.”

You looked over at Josh to see how he was doing. The man swallowed slightly as he suddenly felt overwhelmed at the vast amount of knowledge surrounding him. He decided to get to work on one part of the room while the boys each took a spot. Bobby turned on a few more lights to give all of you some better lighting. You skimmed through at least a few dozen books but only ended up pulling a few books that seemed what you might be looking for. Bobby got lucky when he found a book that was exactly what he needed. Soon enough after going through almost all of the books here, the five of you headed to the table to do the hardest part of all; research.

Samuel kept a good collection of books that mentioned Purgatory, but nothing mentioned about Eve herself. You looked up every once in a while to see that Josh was focused on reading the books he pulled off the shelf as the boys quietly did their own research. Everything seemed to be going well like you hoped. You returned your attention back to the book you were reading and turned the fragile page to continue.

“Either of you jokers ever heard of anything about a phoenix?” Bobby’s question made all four of you look up from your books. You furrowed your brow slightly from what he was asking.

“River, Joaquin or the giant flaming bird?” Dean asked, giving a few possible examples.

"It says here that the ashes of a phoenix can burn the Mother." Bobby read off from the book, making you wonder if it was the same mother you were trying to stop.

“That’s great.” You said, thinking this was the exact leading you spent over the past few hours looking for in all of these books. “Where do we get one?”

Bobby shrugged his shoulders, “You got me. I thought it as a myth,”

"They never make it easy for us, do they?" You muttered underneath your breath. You let out a quiet sigh as you rubbed your eyes in slight frustration when you were forced to take a detour in all of this. "Great. Well, let's see if we can find something about a phoenix."

More research meant more books were needed to be pulled off the shelf. You and Josh worked on gathering different ones from the shelves while Sam and Bobby went through the ones you had on the table. Dean worked on going through some leather bound journals after he stumbled across quite a few of them. While you went through your fifth book, Dean stood with the same journal he had in his hands as he read it underneath a small lamp. A small smile was on his lips as he continued on reading adventures that were intriguing for the man. The more he read, the more he realized he might have found the jackpot.

“Guys. Guys, guys, guys, check this out.” Dean excitedly said. He came walking over to the table and sat himself back down to show you the journal he had been reading. You looked up to see there was a smile on his face. “‘’March 5th, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash.’”

“Really?” Sam asked, intrigued at what he heard. “Whose gun?”

Dean’s smirk grew as he answered his brother, “Colt’s.”

“Colt?” You wondered as you raised your brow in curiosity if he meant what you were thinking. “Colt, like—”

“Like the Colt, Y/N. From…” Dean shut the journal to show off the front leather cover with what appeared to be a devil’s trap etched into it. He broke out into a grin when he flipped to the very first page for you to read the famous name of a man who had wrote his name into over a hundred and fifty years ago. “Samuel Campbell’s journal.”

“What?” Sam asked, breaking out into a grin. He pointed at the journal with a bit of disbelief at what he was staring at. “That’s his?”

“Wait, wait.” Josh looked over at you, confused at who this Samuel was. While the boys argued over who could see the journal like a bunch of five year olds, Josh asked you a few questions to try and get caught up to speed. “Who’s Samuel Colt?”

"Samuel Colt is a man who created this gun that could kill about any monster. Demon, vampire, whatever. Except, in our experience, not the devil. Learned that the hard way." You explained to him, cracking a slight smile at the end of your sentence. Josh raised his brow, obviously wanting to know more about what you meant about the devil. You shook your head slightly, giving him a look that you'd tell him later. You still needed to figure out this whole other situation. "What else did Samuel say about the phoenix? What does it look like? Hell, does it have feathers?”

“Just says ‘phoenix.’” Dean said, not being able to provide more information than that.

“Did he say where he tracked it?” Bobby asked, the older Winchester shook his head.

“All right. I guess we gotta find one of our own.” Sam said. “Whatever it is.”

Dean stared at the journal for a moment or so until a plan hatched itself in his head. He sat up straight in his seat and placed the journal down on the table. “I know where we can find one.” He said. You gave him a curious look, wondering what that brain of his was thinking. “March 5th, 1861. Sunrise Wyoming. We’ll Star Trek IV this bitch.”

Your expression slowly changed as your brow furrowed slightly, now feeling slightly confused at his reference you didn't quite get. You and Sam exchanged a look, the both of you lost as Bobby admitted, "I only watched Deep Space Nine."

“Star Trek IV, save the whales. Right? Is that even possible?” Josh asked the older Winchester, curious if the man was making a reference to a movie he had watched. When Dean nodded his head, Josh broke out into a grin at what he was thinking. You stared at your friend with a baffled look, causing him to clear his throat, feeling slightly awkward at his nerdiness that was peeking through. “My dad got me hooked on the show and movies when I was nine. We would go to a Star Trek convention every year until he died.”

“Wait, what’s possible?” You asked the two men. “What the hell are you two talking about?”

"Finally. Someone who gets a good reference. It's like I don't even know you guys anymore." Dean gestured a hand to Josh before giving the rest of you a disappointed glare. You were happy to see the two of them were getting along with their eighties movies, but you rolled your eyes when he stalled on telling all of you his genius plan. "We hop back in time, join up with Samuel Colt, hunt the phoenix and then we haul the ashes back home with us."

“Time travel?” Bobby asked. Dean broke out into another smile as he nodded his head. “That’s a reasonable plan?”

“We got a guy who can swing it.” Dean said. You began to think his idea wasn’t so bad after all. He shut the journal and pushed himself up to his feet, dragging the chair across the floor. Dean thought for a moment about the right way to recite a prayer so your friend could get down here to help all of you. “Castiel...the, uh, date of the world is in the balance...so come on down here.” You looked around the room to see where the angel might have appeared out from. But he was nowhere to be seen. “Come on, Cas. I Dream of Jeannie your ass down here, pronto. Please.”

A few seconds later you heard the familiar sound you had associated with angels and their fun act of popping out of thin air. You were expecting to be greeted with the familiar trench coat and suit Cas had worn over the past three years. Instead a woman stood with a smile. Dean stupidly mumbled Jeanie, the angel corrected him with her real name.

“Rachel.” She introduced herself to all of you. “I understand you needed some assistance. How can I help you?”

“Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the big kahuna.” Dean told the angel.

“I’m here on Castiel’s behalf.” Rachel said. Sam found the excuse a little bit strange. He asked where your fellow angel friend was. “Busy.”

“Busy?” Dean repeated what the angel said, she nodded her head. “Well, we’ve got a line on the Mother of freaking everything, so—“

“I’m sure your issue is very important, but Castiel is currently commanding in army, so—“ Rachel cut off the older Winchester, feeding him an excuse you weren’t buying when you pushed yourself up to your feet to butt yourself into the conversation.

“So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny.” You said, guesting an arm to the angel that stood behind you as you broke out into a smile. Josh nervously chuckled, afraid of what the right kind of response was. You told him all about angels, but this was the first time meeting you.

“So you need to learn your place.” Rachel snuck a command in. Your smile slowly faded as your expression changed. You turned around in your spot to give the woman an amused, almost curious expression at what she just let slip out her mouth.

“Excuse me? What did you just say to me?” You asked the angel. Your lips stretched into a smirk as you stared at her with an expression that showed you weren’t the least bit afraid of her. “Let’s get one thing straight here, sister. You don’t ever talk to me like that. Because I don’t know who the hell you think you are—“

"I'm his friend." Rachel stated. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at her. You made it quite clear that you were friends with the other angel, too. "No, I don't think you are. I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war."

“Okay,” Sam said in a calm tone. “We get that.”

“Clearly you don't, or you wouldn’t call him every time you stub your toe you pretty, entitled little piece of—” Rachel thought it would be a smart idea to let her true feelings show. She was letting it all out as she raised her voice as she continued speaking. You crossed your arms tighter over your chest as you stared at the angel, waiting for the moment to tell her how it really was. Before she could say something she would regret, a familiar voice cut her off.

“Rachel.” Cas stood across from his supposed friend. “That’s enough.”

The woman composed herself, trying to make it appear that she wasn’t having an embarrassing fight with a couple of humans that he called his friends, too. “I told you I’d take care of this.”

“It’s all right, you can go.” Cas said. Rachel was surprised to hear the angel was staying to hear out whatever sort of ridiculous scheme you were about to waste his time with where there were more important matters at stake. “I’ll come when I can.”

Rachel respected her friend’s change of plans, she was gone in the blink of an eye. You let out a sigh of relief to know that she was far away from this place. “Wow.” Dean said, a bit taken back at the first impression the woman made on all of you. “Friend of yours?”

“Yes. She’s, uh, my lieutenant. She’s committed to the cause.” Cas said. He took a step forward and looked around the table to see all the familiar faces he was expecting, except one that he had never seen before. He stared at Josh with a bit of a curious expression. “Who is this?”

"Oh. Uh, right. Josh, there's someone else I want you to meet." You said, looking over at your other friend. Josh suddenly looked like a deer in headlights when he realized he was about to meet the one and only Castiel you spoke so much about, from the high and lows. You smiled slightly at his priceless face. You guestred for him to get up to his feet, the man did so in the matter of seconds. "Josh, I'd like you to meet possibly the only friendly angel—Castiel. We just call him Cas. It's easier."

"Castiel. It's such an honor to meet you." Josh said. He wasn't sure what to do, being that he was finally able to meet the angel you had talked so much about. He nervously put out his hand in front of him for the angel to shake, Cas stared at him. Josh nervously chuckled and put his hand back to his side, wondering if he might have done something wrong. "Right. Uh…”

“Don’t worry. He’s awkward about human...things.” You explained the best you could about Cas’ strange behavior to your friend. You turned your attention back to the angel and to the reason why you called him down here in the first place. “Now, how do you feel about the 1860s?”

+ + +

The next morning all of you were back in Bobby’s house after finding a possible lead to take down Eve. You settled Josh into a nearby motel for the remainder of his stay, however long that might be until you got this situation settled down. Josh had taken it upon himself, after nervously asking Bobby, took go nuts over the collection books the older hunter had collected over the years that were just gathering dust instead of being used.

While Josh stuck with lore, you and Sam helped Bobby get the weapons you might need like guns and knifes. You occupied yourself by loading up your gun with iron rounds along with one chamber full of silver. You didn’t know what was a phoenix's weakness, and if you happened to see one without the colt, you rather be safe than dead.

“Where the hell’s Dean?” Bobby asked. You glanced up for a moment from what you were doing to see that the older Winchester had been out for a while, at least over an hour now.

“Supply run, he said.” Sam mentioned what his brother’s excuse was. “I don’t know.”

“Um, about your plan…” Cas spoke up the first time this morning since he got here. You told him about Dean’s great idea about jumping back a hundred and fifty years to see a phoenix get killed with the very gun you were hunting for just a few years ago. It seemed there was going to be a bit of a complication in Dean’s genius idea. “You’ll only have twenty-four hours.”

“What?” Sam asked in a surprised tone. He pushed himself up to his feet and walked over to the angel to hear the angel’s reasoning. “Why?”

“Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as series of partial differential equations.” Cas said. All of you were smart to handle a complicated explanation, but you told the angel to break it down so even Josh could understand why you would have such limited time. “The further back I send you, 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’s voice came out nowhere. You leaned over ever so slightly to see that he was back from his supply run. You were a bit surprised to see he was carrying three rather large paper bags. You gestured a finger to the bags, asking what all this was about. “We are going native. Gotta blend in.”

You could feel your face drop slightly when Dean put one of the bags he was holding down to the ground and held out the other two for you and his brother to take. You looked down at the bag logo, reading that it was from a place called Wally's Western World with a cowboy and a lasso. You grimaced slightly as Sam quickly shot down the plan his brother was trying to pull.

“Uh, no thanks. I’m fine.” Sam said. The older Winchester knew that would be a stupid idea as he mumbled his brother’s name. “Dean, I can wear this.”

“And look like a spaceman?” Dean asked.

“Look, I’m with Sam on this one. Just because you’re obsessed with that Wild West stuff—” You said, Dean scoffed at your accusation and denied that he did. “You have a fetish for it. I bet you got me a saloon girl outfit for me.”

“Shut up. No I didn’t.” Dean said, suddenly acting hurt at the accusation on his poor judgement of a time period outfit that wouldn’t work for the hunt. You didn’t fall for it as you raised your brow slightly, knowing you were still right about his unhealthy obsession with westerns. “I like old movies.”

“You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made.” Sam said. “Line for line.”

“Even the monkey movies?” Josh asked from the corner of the library he was standing with a book he was reading. Dean tossed the man a glare from the conversation he butted himself into.

“Especially the monkey movies.” You said.

“His name is Clyde.” Dean mumbled. You shook your head from how Dean played himself into that one as Sam gestured an arm at his brother to prove the point he was trying to make. Dean held up the bag for his brother. “At least wear the damn shirt. And Y/N, I did not get you a saloon girl outfit...They didn’t have any.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bag from him as Sam did the same, giving into the point that Dean was right. You couldn’t go walking around in 1861 with jeans and a flannel. It would raise too many questions. You claimed the upstairs bathroom to change leaving the boys to fend for themselves to find a place to get into character. You were expecting the outfit Dean picked out to be either non-practical or stupid. However, you were rather pleasantly surprised to see that everything fit right and seemed like it would work for this hunt.

The outfit Dean picked out consisted of a light blue pinstripe button up you tucked into a pair of beige jeans that paired well with a basic brown belt and riding boots that were your own. To top it off you even wore the hat he got you and adjusted the holster you would use to carry around at your side. You even went the extra mile of pleasing Dean by incorporating a bandana that matched the color of your shirt. Now you couldn’t help yourself but have a bit of fun. You tied it around your neck and pulled it up to conceal most of your face, only leaving your eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

You exited the bathroom when you heard someone calling your name from downstairs after you were the last one up here. Making your way down the staircase and to the library, you made your grand entrance in the outfit Dean picked out. You couldn’t help yourself when you quickly drew your hands up and made finger guns for the hell of it since you were dressed like a bandit.

“All right, nobody move. This is a stickup.” You said, your voice slightly muffled from the fabric around your mouth. “Give me all your money.”

“Who the hell are you supposed to be, Billy the Kid?” Bobby asked. You mocked his question as you pulled down the bandana so it now rested around your neck like it was supposed to be. “All of you look like you’re going to a hoedown.”

“This is stupid.” Sam grumbled. “Told you I would look stupid.”

You turned your head to see that Sam was wearing a white button down with what looked to be yellow flowers designed into his shirt along with a cowboy hat he refused to wear. "Sam, you look so handsome." You complimented him as you broke out into a smile from how he managed to pull off the shirt so well. You looked over at his brother, who was smiling ear to ear at how you were pulling off the outfit he picked out Your smile smile slowly faded when you saw him dressed in way you weren't expecting. "Dean...what the hell are you wearing?"

“Now, is it customary to wear a blanket?” Cas asked. He couldn’t help himself but ask when he noticed the older Winchester’s outfit drastically differed from Sam’s and yours.

“It’s a serape. And, yes. It’s, uh…” Dean corrected the angel and got ready to explain the history of how it came into fashion. However it would have to wait for another day when you and his brother gave him a look. “Never mind. Let’s just go.”

You looked down at the desk to see Bobby had filled the duffel bag filled with some of the gold you stole from the dragon layer you hit a few months back. You grabbed your loaded gun and placed it in the holster of your jeans for safekeeping before you reached for the gold, wondering why all of you would need it. Bobby reminded you that things were different over a century and a half ago. Money you had like credit cards and dollar bills of presidents would be useless. It was all about gold back then.

“I’ll send you back to March 4th.” Cas said. “That should give you enough time to find the colt and this phoenix creature.”

“All right, well, see you at high noon tomorrow...partner.” Dean said, breaking out into a grin as he finally got to say something that he probably had always wanted. You and Bobby rolled your eyes when Dean added an added wink for effect.

Cas stepped forward to the three of you to send you a hundred and fifty years into the past, which would be the longest you had ever went back into. Time travel was some weird stuff. One minute you were standing in Bobby's library, and the next minute you were sinking into what felt like mud. You opened your eyes to see that you were standing on a dirt road with the boys, a wooden sign just ahead with the words of “Sunrise WYO” painted in bold white letters. All of you had made it with no trouble at all. The fun was just about to begin.

“Oh, now we’re talking.” Dean whispered. He was in absolute bliss at what he was surrounded by. You were just happy you didn’t step in anything that came out from an animal’s ass. Sam made sure to program his watch for a twenty-four hour countdown. “Alright, let’s go find Samuel Colt. Hey, we should try to find a saloon first...see what we can get from the locals.”

“Sure.” You agreed with the plan. You looked over at him and took one glance at that serpae before letting out a chuckle from how ridiculous he looked. “Whatever, Sundance.”

“Hey Sammy. Think we’ll have time to hit on the saloon girls?” Dean asked. You looked over at the man with a slightly disgusted look. Those girls were a walking petri dish of infections. There was a chance you could catch something from just breathing the same air as them. Dean knew his idea was a stupid one. “Kidding. Come on.”

You and Dean started to head into town, Sam took one step to follow behind, but he stepped into something that didn't feel like mud. "Oh dammit." The younger Winchester hissed. He looked down to see that he walked right into a fresh pile of horse manure. He lifted up his new cowboy boot to see it was covered in crap. "Come on."

“You know what that is?” Dean asked his brother when he took it upon himself to rest a hand on his shoulder to balance himself in attempt to kick off the manure before it could stick.

“Yeah.” Sam said, getting ready to say a not so nice word. “It’s horse—”

“Authenticity!” Dean cut off his brother with a grin.

Dean walked off without realizing that he nearly let Sam lose his balance and fall face first into the manure. You offered to help Sam by letting him lean his giant frame against your shoulder so he could kick off the crap before heading into town. You noticed that he was eyeing the bandana. "Don't even think about it." You warned him. You liked how it worked with your outfit. And Dean would be disappointed. "Get that crap on me I'll rub your face in it."

Sam rolled his eyes in frustration when he was left to kick off the manure as a last resort since he had no other options. He managed to get most of it off before the both of you caught up with an impatient Dean, who was nothing more than excited to get this hunt started.

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Part Three: Not All Hope Is Lost. (Frontierland S06E18)

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There will always be a motive for why people do what they do. And that also included monsters. It didn’t take much effort to figure out why Elias Finch hunted down the judge and sheriff to turn them into ash and bone. Because he wanted revenge on the men who tried to put him six feet under the ground. And if you weren't fast enough, the deputy would be next. He was the last missing piece you could use against Elias for him to come to you. Along with saving a life. The only problem with the plan was trying to find the deputy and for him to agree with the plan before he tried to run against something that would get him eventually.

You and Dean tracked down the whereabouts of the deputy and decided to pay him a visit before he even thought about skipping down. Because he wouldn’t make it too far. You knocked on the door of the boarding room the deputy lived in. Lucky for you, the idiot responded to see who to it was. You looked over at Dean, who stood next you, urging for you to go along with this stupid plan he made up on the spot. Clearing your voice, you spoke in a soft and feminine voice. “Candygram for Mongo.”

You felt like an idiot for what you agreed to, but it worked. When the deputy answered the door to see what he presumed was a pretty face, he was taken back in surprise to see he was staring down the barrel of two guns. He tried to pull out his own to try and make himself appear just as threatening.

“Howdy, pilgrim.” Dean greeted the man.

The deputy’s face scrunched up slightly from what he thought was an insult. “I ain't no pilgrim.”

“All right, back up.” You ordered at the man as you waved your loaded gun slightly for him to get into the room so you and Dean could enter. When the deputy wouldn’t move, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Is that any way to…” You nodded your head to Dean, who pushed back his jacket slightly to show off the gold star pinned to his vest. Dean offered for you to take it, you gladly let him live through his fantasy a little longer. “Greet your new bosses?”

“Missed you at the posse this morning. We were a two-man wolf pack, thanks to you.” Dean said. The deputy scoffed and returned back to his bed where you saw an open suitcase and a pile of clothes he was furiously shoving inside quick as he possibly could go. “What's going on here?”

“Going to visit my sister.” The deputy said as he continued to pack his suitcase fast as he could go.

“Well, she'll have to wait.” You informed the man of the change in plans. The deputy stopped for a moment to look at you with an almost panicked expression when he realized why the two of you were here for. You weren't going to let him skip town, even though he tried to tell you that his life was in danger. And so would others if he didn’t do what you told him to. “Finch said he was coming back for the former Sheriff, Judge Mortimer, and you. That's two down and one to go.”

“Then just let me go! “ The deputy pleaded.

“You really think you can outrun him? He is going to kill you. Unless…” Dean told the man the bitter truth of how things were going to work out if he tried to bolt. The deputy looked at the both of you with an uneasy expression from what Dean was about to suggest. “Unless we gank him first.”

“‘Gank’? What's ‘gank?’” The deputy asked with an utmost confused expression at the strange language he had never heard of before. “Mister, you're crazy. No way. You're on your own.”

“We’re not asking you to throw down with him. I'm asking you to play your part.” You explained to him in terms that he would understand. The deputy still looked at you with a funny expression as he asked you what his part was. The question made a smirk spread across your lips. “Bait.”

+ + +

Ten minutes until noon and Sam was still nowhere to be in sight. You let out a sigh of nervous frustration as you peered out the window for the third time in the past few minutes. Sam was a punctual person. He was always on time when you told him you needed to be somewhere. Why, out of all the times it counted the most, the man was dragging ass? If all of you didn’t do this by twelve p.m., all of the effort you put into this plan would be a waste. You would be right back to square one. And you couldn’t afford to be back at the starting line.

You stepped back from the window and wandered back to the desk Dean was sitting on the edge, mindlessly fiddling with a iron screw he found. You placed your hands on your hips with one resting on the holster holding your loaded gun, a subconscious effort to make yourself feel prepared for what you were about to go up against.

You’ve faced a lot of things before over the years, a phoenix who could turn a human body into ash with a simple touch was a new one for you. Most creatures at least had to give up a fight if they wanted to live. It was the reason why you were a bit nervous to be going up against him. While Finch may be powerful, he had something to take him down. Everyone had a weakness, including a phoenix. You might have figured it out, but if you were wrong…

“So this is your big plan, huh?” The deputy paced around the jail cell you threw him into after he was unwillingly dragged here. You rolled your eyes from his constant bellyaching from your plan that he thought was going to make him a sitting duck for the enemy to burn to a crisp. “Just let me rot in here till Finch comes.”

"Pretty much." You said. You had to admit this plan was pretty risky. You would never be the one to dangle an innocent person as bait for a monster to sink its teeth into. But you had an overwhelming feeling that revenge wasn't what really fueled this situation. There had to be more nobody was telling you. "Why's he coming after you, anyway?"

"I guess you missed the part where we hung him, lady?" The deputy said. You looked over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes on the man from the tone of his voice. He took it as a subtle threat for him to stop pacing and change his attitude around you.

“No, I’m thinking, to a thing like Finch, that’s no big deal.” You turned around in your spot to face the deputy so you could get ot the bottom of this situation. Finch seemed like the kind of monster who kept his head down and tried not to cause too much trouble. If he got convicted of a crime, he would probably take the hanging and be off on his way before causing some more trouble in another town. But he stuck around to pick off the people who punished him. “If I was him, I would’ve just blown town, but he came back. That seems personal.”

“I’ll tell you what,” The deputy tried to strike up a proposition with you. You raised your brow slightly, wondering if he thought you were an idiot like he was to fall for such a deal. “You let me out of here, we’ll talk.”

“No can do.” Dean told the man.

The deputy huffed out a few nervous breaths as his demeanor changed for a split second into a man scared for his life. He thought that he was a trapped man with little time left to live. Only he didn’t think it was going to end so soon. You saw his face drop into a panicked expression when he stopped staring off into the distance and something from behind you. You looked over your shoulder when you heard the door click shut. As the deputy backed away, Elias Finch slowly took off his gloves, his cold and stony glare on the man he was set on killing like the rest.

“Open up that cell.” Elias commanded in a calm tone.

“Open it yourself. You melt people’s faces off. I bet you got the juice to tear that apart easy, don’t you?” Dean asked the other man. Elias didn’t respond. He suddenly froze in his spot and stood there for a moment. You could read the ever so subtle hint of hesitance when he noticed the bars were made of iron material. Something he couldn’t touch.

“Unless you can’t. Just like you couldn’t break those cuffs when they strung you up.” You said. Dean tossed the iron nail he had been holding straight at Elias, who managed to grab it without an ounce of hesitance. However, when the iron made contact with his skin, it sizzled, causing him to drop the nail to the ground and wince in pain, proving your theory right. “Iron shackles. Iron bars, iron nail. See a pattern? Well, 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.” Elias gathered from the way you were speaking about him.

“Slash sheriff.” Dean added, showing off his badge to the man.

“You know what this son of a bitch did?” Elias asked. You quickly glanced over at the clock to see it was five minutes until twelve and Sam was still nowhere to be seen. You looked back over at the man and shrugged, deciding you had some time to hear his side of things. “I was married to a woman. Good woman, human. We lived outside of town, didn’t bother anyone.”

“Sure.” Dean said, pretending to buy the story of an innocent man. “A freak with a heart of gold.”

“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. Then I heard her scream. This man...had her pinned in the alley. I go to stop him, he pulls out his gun, shoots me, then her. She died in my arms.” Elias told his story of how things really happened. He looked away from the scum that killed his beloved and to Dean, asking a simple question. "I felt her take her last breath before she was gone, forever. Now tell me, have you ever suffered a tragedy like that?"

"Yeah." Dean admitted. You found yourself drifting away from Elias when you heard what the older Winchester say. He changed slightly into a solemn expression at the memory he tried to fight off. Back when you just defeated the apocalypse, minutes away from death. "Yeah, actually I have."

"Then you know how much I wanted revenge on those bastards. He thought he got away with this. Of course, I don't die." Elias said. He stood in front of the iron bars and stared at the deputy who ruined his life. He smirked when the little man cowered in fear. "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?” You questioned the deputy behind the iron bars. He responded with a shrug and a mildly guilt ridden expression. There was no use of lying with the truth out in the open.

“So tell me.” Elias said. “Are you two really willing to die to protect this piece of filth?”

"Honestly, I could care less about him. He's a coward and dick." You gave the honest truth about how you felt about the man behind the iron bars. It seemed the deputy found the insults a bit hurtful. You gave him a look of disbelief before you rolled your eyes. "But this isn't about him. I know what you are. And we gotta kill you. It’s nothing personal.”

“If you know what I am, then you know you can’t.” Elias said.

You looked away for a split second to look at the time, thinking you might need to check on the rate of how things were going before you bragged about Samuel Colt and the gun he would be bringing. Only you didn’t realize that was probably the stupidest mistake you could have done. Your focus went straight back to Elias when he grabbed a gun hanging from a wooden beam just a few steps from the cell he was standing next to. His revenge didn’t come in the form of burning his wife’s killer alive, but a shot to the heart. You watched as the deputy fell to the floor, dead before he hit the ground.

“Wow,” You heard Dean quietly mutter to himself. “I should've seen that coming.”

You decided to make up a new plan on the spot. Suddenly you were thanking your past self for choosing iron rounds to fill your gun instead of silver like your original plan. You drew out your gun from the holster and pointed it at Finch. You needed him alive to get the ashes, but you had a feeling things would be a little bit easier if he wasn’t capable of holding a loaded gun. You pulled down on the trigger, expecting for a round to go off, but all you heard was a soft click. You furrowed your brow slightly and tried again...only to realize your gun was jammed.

You were about to curse underneath your breath and try to pull the trigger again, but Dean didn’t want to stick around to see who was faster. Finch looked in your direction and realized what you were about to do. Suddenly you felt someone grab you from behind and yank you towards the window to make a quick escape. Dean threw himself out of the window with a tight grip around your waist. You landed on the ground, Dean’s body cushioning you from the broken glass all over the ground. The both of you scurried up to your feet and bolted straight forward for cover.

Finch shot off two rounds in attempt to try and slow either one of you down before you could get away. You and Dean managed to take a breather when you found cover behind a wall. You took a second to figure out what the hell was causing your gun to jam. You realized guns back in the day were a bit more complicated than the ones you were used to. Dean offered a helping hand when he pushed down on a switch he called the hammer. Unlike the guns you used back in your time, they didn’t need to be constantly fiddled with. You could shoot off one round and not have to worry about something like that. You finally got your gun ready and waited for Finch as Dean slowly peered over the wall, trying to see if he could spot the other man.

You found your attention being pulled away from trying to find Finch when you heard a familiar voice quietly call out your name. You looked straight ahead to see that Sam was finally back from his journey, you waved a free hand at him to come quickly and quietly. You scanned the area to see if you could find anyone else trailing behind the man, but it appeared that Sam was alone.

“Where’s Colt?” You asked the younger Winchester.

“He’s not coming.” Sam informed you and his brother. If you thought today couldn't get any worse, it did. You stared at him with a defeated look at how doomed all of you were. But Sam didn't come back empty handed. You glanced down to see him pull out something you hadn't seen in a while, changing your attitude right around. "But he sent this."

Your lips stretched into a smirk at the sight of the infamous colt itself, live and in the flesh. Dean greedily grabbed the gun from his brother’s hands and inspected it for himself. “Hello, beautiful.” He inspected the weapon for a second after Sam took the other one off his hands. Dean put the colt into the holster and pushed the two of you to start walking. “All right. Come on.”

Dean had a plan to draw out Finch, and you didn’t have time to draw out a better one in the last few minutes you were going to be here. You and Sam were told to keep out of sight as Dean walked out into the open, where not a single soul was found except for the three of you. Dean decided to have a little fun. And you knew exactly where this was going when he started to yell for Finch to get out here. Sam, however, thought his brother was being a bit reckless.

“What are you doing?” The younger Winchester asked in a slightly concerned tone.

“I have a feeling Dean’s about to live out his wildest dreams.” You said, peering out from behind a few barrels that were about tall as you. You could see that the older Winchester’s shouts were noticed, a few moments later Finch stepped out from the sheriff’s and out to the open. “Looks like we’re about to witness a Mexican standoff, Sammy.”

“So this is how you wanna die.” Finch said, stepping down to the dirt road so he could face the man that was about to see another bloody end. Or so he thought.

You could feel your teeth sinking into the skin inside of your cheek in nervous anticipation from what was about to unfold. All of you had precious seconds before you were going to be pulled back into the future and Finch was still alive. The man now stood straight across from Dean, the two of them staring each other down, each of their hands hovering inches away from their guns, waiting for the first one to make the move. You looked over at the clock tower to see there was only a minute left until noon. It was now or never to figure out who had the faster draw.

Finch might be a powerful creature as a pheonix with the ability to turn people into ash, but he would never be a match for Dean Winchester. A man who dreamed about this moment his entire life--and a hunter with lightning fast reflexes. Dean reached for the colt, and before Finch could even point his own gun at the older Winchester, Dean pulled down on the trigger and put a bullet right in Finch, giving him a bit of his own medicine.

The colt worked its magic on Finch, turning him into nothing more than ash as he slowly caught on fire before bursting into ash. Dean took a moment to rival in his victory, blowing off smoke from the barrel of the gun. While it was exciting to see his plan had worked, you still had one more step to complete before you could go home.

The loud chiming from the bell tower reminded you that time was up. And just like that, you were reminded that you needed the ash of a phoenix to defeat Eve. Your feet worked faster than your brain. You went running fast as you could, figuring out the details of how you would carry the ash back home when you got later. Dean realized what you were doing, and in a panic move, he accidentally dropped the colt to the ground and fetched out a glass jar to help you. You dropped yourself to the ground and skidded across the dirt, you were so close to touching the smoldering hot ashes...and when you thought you did, all you felt was carpet.

You blinked, and just like that, you found yourself kneeling on the ground of Bobby’s house. You looked up from the ground and frantically prayed you were still in the wild west. But you weren't. You were greeted with the sight of three emotionally drained faces from the trouble they had to go through to get you safely back home. You looked over at Dean, who was down on his knees next to you, holding a bottle that was empty. All of that trouble you went through, all for nothing.

You pushed yourself up to your feet and inhaled a deep breath, trying your hardest not to do something stupid out of pure anger from what you couldn’t complete. You wanted so badly to throw something. You resorted to the stupid cowboy hat you’d been wearing for a day straight. You threw it straight to the ground and walked away, your fists clenching together.

The boys were disappointed themselves at what happened. Sam leaned himself against the doorframe as Dean quietly paced back and forth. Cas was psychically drained from what he had to do in order to get you back home. Bobby offered a way to power back up the angel, but even that took every ounce of his energy to help. Josh was a bystander to all of this. He could only offer a sympathetic smile, which you brushed off with an eye roll.

“You gotta send us back.” You couldn’t help yourself when you told the angel to do something you knew he couldn’t quite do right now. You stared down at him with an angered expression, even though none of this was his fault. You were more upset at yourself at what you couldn’t accomplish, he was just the poor bastard standing in your way. Cas returned it with one of his own before looking away from you.

“Y/N, look at him.” Sam said. “He’s fried.”

“I never wanna do that again.” Cas declared in a tired, mumbled voice.

You let out a quiet sigh when you finally took into consideration how badly Cas was. You looked away from him and to the other man sitting behind the desk. He appeared to be worse than the angel. You quietly spoke the man’s name in a worried tone. “I’m still kicking, Annie Oakley.” Bobby reassured you and the boys. But it still didn’t make you feel any better about the situation and what you put the two of them through. “Be back good as new in a decade or two.”

“And we screwed the pooch.” Dean muttered. “Bobby, I’m sorry.”

The older Winchester was about to apologize for all the trouble the three of you caused for nothing, but his words remained on the tip of his tongue when something interrupted him. There was a knock on the door. You furrowed your brow slightly, wondering who was here. You looked over at Sam to see the both of you shared a suspicious feeling about this. You followed behind him to answer the door. Who stood on the porch was someone you weren't expecting at all. It was a delivery guy with a package in his hands.

“Is there a Sam Winchester here?” The guy asked, looking down at his clipboard. Sam decided to play it on the cautious side, wondering who wanted to know. The guy broke out into a half smile from what he was about to say. “Look, this is nuts. Me and a couple 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 stepped forward at the sound of a familiar name he wasn’t expecting to hear from this stranger. He stepped forward to claim the package, mumbling a thank you to the delivery guy before heading inside. You gave him a smile and backed into the house, not giving him a chance to get a signature before you slammed the door in his face and quickly trailed behind the younger Winchester back to the library. You didn’t know what was inside the package, but you had a good feeling about this. Maybe it was the colt. Perhaps you could use it on Eve and it would work just as good.

The younger Winchester put the box on the desk and didn’t waste a second in opening up the paper packaging and sliding out the wooden box that was wrapped up. All of you exchanged a look of anticipation from what was inside. Sam slid off the opening of the box to reveal a note was lying on top. What the first thing he pulled out was his cell phone. You gave him a slightly confused expression as to why it looked so beat up and dirty. Sam put it down and grabbed the note to read it.

“‘Dear Sam, I go this address and date off your thingamajig...and I thought the enclosed might come in handy. Regards, Samuel Colt.” He read the letter out loud, only making your suspicion about what he was going to pull out of the box grow more. Sam moved a few pieces of what looked to be hay that helped cushion the fragile package from breaking and pulled out a glass bottle. You felt yourself breaking out into a smile when you notice the content was black. You had seen that just a few minutes ago to realize what it was.

“Is that what I think it is?” Bobby asked.

“Ashes of a phoenix.” Dean answered the older man’s question. “Know what this means?”

“Yeah.” Bobby said. “I didn’t get a soulonoscopy for nothing.”

"Yeah." Dean agreed with the man on his point. But that wasn't the most important thing of them all. "And this means we take the fight to her."

"Yeah. And means we take the fight to her." Dean said. All of this effort was for something. You had a way to take down Eve once and for all. The man was feeling a bit confident at the victory all of you could celebrate. Dean slowly put back on his cowboy hat and grew a smirk. “Yippee ki-ya, mother--”

“No. No, you’re not going there.” You cut off the man before he could say something untasteful. You stared at the man for a second or so until you broke out into a smile, suddenly feeling all sorts of relief from what you managed to pull off. You had one problem taken care of for now. But you still had another one that needed your attention. “Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I need a shower.”

+ + +

Memories are fragile things people take for granted. Sam couldn't remember anything from the year he was soulless, you blacked out on a handful of occasions and woke up in circumstances that left you feeling scared. The difference between you and the younger Winchester was that you didn't have an excuse to what was going on with you. You didn't spend a year soulless. But you had a monster coming for you. Talking about torture and revenge. About things you couldn’t remember for the life of you. You had this problem since you were a little kid, and while it went away, you had this feeling...there was something here.

You let out a sigh as you stared at the three boxes Josh had taken from the attic in your house you hadn’t been to in months. The contents inside were of old medical documents your mother insisted on keeping, and for some reason, you didn’t ever throw them away or look back at them until today. Today you were determined to go through every piece of paper until you found out what the hell was going on with you. You would do all the research and figure out why you were being accused of things you would never do. Maybe they were connected to your blackouts, maybe this was all a cheap trick by Eve to get all of you riled up.

“You sure about keeping this on the down low?” Josh asked. He stood by your side and stared at the intimidating amount of boxes he agreed to go through with you. You nodded your head. You didn’t want the boys to know about this and get worried over nothing. “What the hell are we looking for, anyway?”

“Honestly…I don’t know. Guess I’ll know when I find it.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

You picked one box to go through, Josh took another. The both of you sat in silence for the next hour mindlessly shuffling through what felt like hundreds of documents that were half medical, other things like school report cards and old essays you wrote to billing statements from twenty years ago were stuffed in here. Your mother was a pack rat. She kept on to everything from the past. You felt like you were never going to get to what you were looking for.

You were halfway through your box when you found a folder labeled as “Y/N’s drawings ‘85.” Doing a quick mental calculation in your head, you were about four at the time. The year your life changed dramatically. You moved away from your old home in Kansas, left your best friends and started a new life. You remembered that you were big into drawing at the time. How else was a kid supposed to past the time? The question was, why did your mother keep them in a folder. You reached inside the box and found there were a few more that were labeled the same. They all spanned from ‘83 to ‘86. You grabbed the one from ‘85 and placed it in front of you.

You didn’t know what you were expecting to find when you opened up the folder and examined the first page. You furrowed your brow slightly when you stared down at a piece of pink construction paper with crayon markings all over the page. It took you a second to realize that these were drawings you made when you were younger. Mothers loved their children’s artwork through the years. But you doubt one would go through all this trouble to keep them dated and neatly organized. You pulled out the drawing and examined it for a moment. It seemed your four year old self had tried to draw what looked like a happy family with a sun in the top right corner and a house in the background. You smiled slightly and pulled out another one.

Your smile faltered slightly when you stared at the next picture. You pulled out another one...and another...until you had three different crayon drawings on multiple colors of construction paper. The people you drew might have looked like a happy family. Mom, Dad and kid. Only the disturbing part about it was that Mommy’s eyes were replaced with an “X” mark. To represent as if she were dead. Daddy had black eyes, like a demon. Another picture looked like what people thought an angel would look like, halo and wings. Somebody wrote bad in big, black letters. The last picture you pulled out was just a person. But, again, the eyes were replaced with big black eyes. Like a demon. And beneath the picture someone wrote “good.”

"Hey, Y/N," Josh broke your concentration away from the crayon drawings when he called out your name. You looked up to see what he wanted. He raised a brow as a smile spread across his lips. You looked to see that he was holding an old VHS tape. "Want to watch a movie?”

+ + +

Ella watched as her daughter quietly sat at the table with a new box of crayons and a rainbow of construction paper she picked up from the store on the way here. She nervously watched as Y/N quietly continued to draw a picture of her family like the psychologist kindly asked her to do. Ella reached out a tucked a piece of hair out of Y/N’s face, smiling slightly at how much concentration Y/N was putting into the photograph. She was so much like her father. She put effort into everything she did, and took everything so personally.

The move from Kansas to Y/H/S was tough. Her daughter had to say goodbye to everything she loved. Her best friends, her childhood home she grew up in and a chance at starting school Y/N was so excited to attend after taking a tour of it for next year. But Ella couldn’t stay. There were too many memories in that house, too many reminders of what she did. The reason why she moved halfway across the country was for a fresh start. She expected Y/N to have a hard time adjusting. All the parenting books she read was that there was to be expected outbursts and silent treatment from Y/N.

However...Ella didn’t read about the part where her daughter got so angry she blacked out and wouldn’t wake up for ten minutes, having no recollection of the outburst. The doctors said that Y/N just merely overworked herself and anxiety was to blame. She was going through a lot from processing her father’s death and the big move.But then it happened again a few months later.

It was one weekend afternoon, a few weeks before school started, the two of them were at the playground enjoying the sunny weather and making friends. Y/N was playing on the swing set with a possible new friend while Ella chatted away with the mother. All of it seemed like it was going well until she looked over and saw her daughter to see how things were going. Hopeful that Y/N was having a good time as she was, Ella was taken back in horror when she witnessed her daughter grab a fistful of the other little girl’s hair and threw her to the ground.

Y/N didn’t say anything. She didn’t laugh at what she was doing, she didn’t kick the girl like how most bullies would. She just stood there with a blank expression on her face while the girl let out a scream. Her mother bolted for her child as Ella did the same. She pulled Y/N away from the little girl and shook her. She shook her daughter so hard she broke her out of another one of her spells. Y/N came back around, and when she heard her friend crying, she suddenly became worried at what happened. Y/N didn’t realize it was her fault.

Ella tried not to think much about it. Perhaps her daughter learned a thing from John’s kid when she watched them during their time when he was out on hunts. She was happy now they were out of her life. But she couldn’t let out a breath of relief just yet. Because it happened again a week later while Y/N was playing with her dolls. Ella had been watching her, but as she stepped out for a minute when a neighbor came to the door to return some tubberware from a party she threw the other night. The two of them talked for only a few minutes, she left Y/N alone for two minutes tops.

When she came back to check on her daughter, Y/N sat in the middle of the floor, all of her dolls were lined up in a row. But all of their heads were ripped off, their synthetic hairs were all over the floor. Y/N had managed to steal a pair of scissors from the kitchen to chop off her dolls hair before beheading them. Her daughter had that same blank expression on her face...only when Y/N came back around to see all her favorite toys were destroyed, she burst into tears. Because all her friends were dead. And when asked if she did it, Y/N didn’t remember. Ella decided that enough was enough. Something was going on with her daughter.

Ella spent a few days tracking down the best child psychologist in the state. She and Y/N’s pediatrician did all sorts of medical tests when this started happening to her. Y/N was healthy as a four year old could be. There was physically nothing wrong with her. But she was still having these outbursts. Next part would be testing her daughter for a mental disorder. Ella feared the worst. She was raising a future sociopath. The psychologist she met laughed at her concern and reassured her that it was too soon to tell of such thing. They didn’t know her daughter wasn’t conceived the natural way. Azazel did something to her daughter. He had to.

The psychologist decided to start off their first session in a more relaxed state before asking all sorts of questions. Ella would sit with her daughter as she made a few drawings of things she liked and disliked like how the psychologist asked, Y/N smiled from ear to ear and agreed. Ella tried not to look into the two-way mirror that showed her reflection. Behind the glass was a video camera and the psychologist. The psychologist thought it would be better for all of this to be put on tape to look back on to figure out what triggered Y/N. Ella let out a sigh and put a smile on her face, reaching for a pink colored construction paper of the family Y/N drew...

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