"I don't believe it." "DEAN:" "Wyoming?" "What does that mean?" "Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church... all mid-19th century, built by Samuel Colt." "Samuel Colt... the demon-killing, gun-making Samuel Colt?" "Yep." "He built private railway lines connecting church to church." "It just happens to lay out like this." "SAM:" "It's a devil's trap." "A 100-square-mile devil's trap." "DEAN: 1973." " What is this?" " What does it look like?" " Is it real?" " Very." "Okay, so, what, angels got their hands on some DeLoreans?" "How did I get here?" "Time is fluid, Dean." "It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." "But I'm thinking you know "Purgatory."" "This is all about opening a door to let something in." " What?" " I'm working on it." " Could you give us something?" " I got a name." ""Mother of all."" "We got zero on ganking her." "EVE:" "We have so much to do." "Let's get started." "[Screams]" "[Demonic voice] She has a message for you." "Oh, yeah?" "What's that?" "You're all gonna die." "[Wind whistling]" "[Bird cawing]" "[Harmonica plays mournful tune]" "[Bird screeches]" "[Western-style music plays]" "[Clock ticks]" "[Wind whistling]" "[Gunshots]" "[Whip cracks]" "[Gunshot]" "[Men vocalize Western-style song]" "Season 6 Episode 18 "Frontierland"" "MAN:" "Hyah!" "[Gunshot]" "SAM:" "It's here, somewhere." "I know it." "Help me move this." "[Chuckles] Well, I'll be damned." "Welcome to the Campbell family library." "So, Samuel collected all this stuff, huh?" "Apparently." "Wow." "All right, well, what are we looking for?" "Well, anything that'll put a run in the Octomom's stockings." "Pick a row." "Bingo." "Either of you jokers ever heard anything about a Phoenix?" "River, Joaquin, or the giant flaming bird?" "It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother." "The mother?" "Great." "Where do we get one?" "You got me." "I thought it was a myth." "All right, great." "Well, let's see if we can find something out about a Phoenix." "Guys." "Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, check this out." ""March 5, 1861." ""Sunrise, Wyoming." ""Gun killed a Phoenix today." ""Left a pile of smoldering ash."" "Really?" "Whose gun?" "Colt's." "Colt?" "Colt like " "Like the Colt." "From Samuel Colt's Journal." "What?" "!" " That's his?" " Yeah." " Dude, no." " Dude, yes." " Well, let me see it." " Get your own." "Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix?" "What does it look like?" "Has it got feathers?" "It just says "Phoenix."" " Did he say where he tracked it?" " No." "All right, so I guess we got to find one of our own, whatever it is." "[Sighs]" "I know where we can find one." "March 5, 1861." "Sunrise, Wyoming." "We'll "Star Trek IV" this bitch." "I only watched "Deep Space Nine."" "It's like I don't even know you guys anymore." ""Star Trek IV." Save the whales." "[Chuckles]" "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?" " Yeah." "That's a reasonable plan?" "We got a guy who can swing it." "Castiel. [Sighs]" "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." "Jeannie?" "Rachel." "I understand you need some assistance?" "How can I help you?" "Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna." "I'm here on Castiel's behalf." "Where is he?" "Busy." " Busy?" " Yes." "Well, we've got a line on the mother of freaking everything, so " "I'm sure your issue's very important." "But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so " "So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny." "So you need to learn your place." "Look, I don't know who you think you are " " I'm his friend." " What, you think we're not?" "I think you call him when you need something." "We're fighting a war." "We get that." "Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little piece..." "CASTIEL:" "Rachel." "That's enough." "I told you I'd take care of this." "It's all right." "You can go." " You're staying?" " Go." "I'll come when I can." "Wow." "Friend of yours?" "Yes." "She's, uh, my lieutenant." "She's..." "committed to the cause." "Now, what do you need?" "Where the hell's Dean?" "Supply run, he said." "I don't know." "Um, about your plan." "You'll only have 24 hours." "Wait, what?" "Why?" "Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations." "Yeah, aim lower." "The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you." "24 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." "What the hell's all that?" "We are going native." "Got to blend in." "[Chuckling] Uh, no, thanks." "I'm fine." " Sam." " Dean, I can..." "I can wear this." "And look like a spaceman?" "Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff..." " No, I'm not." " You have a fetish." "Shut up." "I like old movies." "You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line." "Even the monkey movies?" "Yeah." "Especially the monkey movies." "His name is Clyde." "At least wear the damn shirt." "Dean, this is stupid." "I look stupid." "You going to a hoedown?" "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." "What's this?" "Where you're goin', they don't take plastic." "I'll send you back to March 4th." "That should give you time to find the Colt and this Phoenix creature." "All right, well, see ya at High Noon tomorrow..." "[Clicks tongue] Partner!" "[Exhales sharply]" "[Birds chirping]" "Oh, now we're talking." "I have to go." "What about getting the boys back?" "Pray for me in 24 hours, and I'll return." "I'll pray for all of us." "[Beep]" "All right." "Let's go find Samuel Colt." "Hey, we should try the Saloon first, uh, see what we get from the locals." "Sure. [Chuckling] Whatever, Sundance." "Think we'll have time to hit on saloon girls?" "I'm kidding." "Come on." "[Squish]" "Oh, damn it." "Come on." "You know what that is?" "Yeah, it's horse..." "Authenticity!" "[Groans]" "We stand here today..." "March 4th, 1861... to execute justice upon Elias Finch for the murder of his own wife." "Wow." "Talk about authenticity." "MORTIMER:" "Sentence handed down by myself," "Tye Mortimer, duly appointed judge of the Wyoming circuit." "You will be hung by your neck until you die." "You got anything to say?" "You're gonna burn for this." "Every one of you." "[Bones crack, crowd gasps]" "Good times." "So where do we find Sammy Colt?" "No idea." "Huh." "I think I know who to ask, though." "Nice blanket." "Sheriff?" "Can we have a word?" "Depends who's askin'." "Marshal Eastwood." "Clint Eastwood." "["The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" theme plays]" "This here is, uh, Walker." "He's a Texas Ranger." "So, what can I do for you boys?" "Uh, we're looking for a man." "I'll bet." "Nice shirt, there." "What's wrong with my shirt?" "You're very clean." "It's dirtier than it looks." "We need to find Samuel Colt." "Do you know him?" " The gun maker?" " Yeah." "Is he in town?" "Not that I know of." "Might try asking Elkins over at the Saloon." "Been here longer than God." "[Door slams]" "This is not awesome." "Hi." "What'll you have?" "Oh, uh, okay." "Great." "I'll have your top-shelf whiskey." "Only have the one shelf." "That'll do just fine." "And he'll have a sarsaparilla." "You Elkins?" "One and only." "You know a man named Samuel Colt?" "He passed through here about four years ago." "He still around?" "Rumor is, he's building a railroad stop 20 miles out of town, just by the Postal road." "Middle of nowhere." "The Devil's Gate?" "Location fits." "DARLA:" "Howdy, boys." "Darla's my best girl." "Try me." "You want a kiss?" "S-so much more germier than I pictured." "[Giggles]" "MORTIMER:" "Darla!" "Ah." "Judge." "Nice to see you." "I thought we had a date." "Wow, that was a close one." "I guess it's good to be judge." "[Chuckles] Yeah." "Ohh." "It's like gasoline." "Sarsaparilla ain't half bad." "[Coughs]" "[Gasps]" "[Screams]" "[Western-style music plays]" "[Screaming]" " You okay, Sheriff?" " 'Course I'm okay." "It was a ghost!" "It wasn't a ghost." "Unless ghosts leave footprints." "I am telling you, Elias Finch was here." "He did... that, and then he walked out that door." "Rope didn't kill him." "Seen it before." "Well, you got any idea where he could be?" "Could be a thousand places." "DEAN:" "Well, you got a way to flush him out?" "'Course." "We're gonna form a posse." "Then we're gonna string Finch up right." "Put a bullet in his head for good measure." "That actually sounds like a good plan." "You two should come along." "Meet downstairs at dawn." "Yeah, we'll be there." "Get yourselves some real gear first, huh?" "Well, I think we ought to pay our respects to Finch." "I was thinking the same thing." "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "Rose from the ashes, burned up its victim?" "You know, maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird." "Maybe the Phoenix is actually walking around in cowboy boots." "That makes sense, right?" "Could be Finch." "So, question is, how do we put this thing out?" "Well, we do know one thing that'll kill friggin' anything, right?" "Yeah, the Colt." "So, you go get the gun." "But isn't the gun coming here?" "I mean, according to Samuel Colt's journal?" "Yeah, but people here barely even know who Colt is." "Maybe you got to go find him and make history." "I'll stay here, hook up with the posse." "'Cause you know me..." "I'm a posse magnet." "I mean, I love posse." "Make that into a t-shirt." "You done?" "Look, the problem is, Colt's 20 miles outside of town." "How am I supposed to get there and back before noon?" "[Exhales sharply]" "Ride 'em, cowboy." "Wh... uh, try..." "try the other side." " Yeah, good boy." " Right." "Yeah." "Right." "[Grunts]" "[Exhales sharply]" "Hey." "This actually feels all right." "All right, take it..." "just take it easy." "Yeah, you bet." "I'm good." " All right, 11:00 A.M., right?" " Don't be late!" " Okay." " All right." "Go on." "Go." "Hyah!" "I'm okay!" "That poor horse." "[Horse neighing]" "Forgive me!" "I'm sorry!" "You had your chance." "Tell it to the judge." "[Screams]" "We need to talk." "You summoned me here?" "Castiel, I've been hearing things." "Things I don't want to believe." "Just tell me if it's true." "If what's true?" "You know." "Your dirty little secret." "I have to defeat Raphael." " Not this way, Castiel." " Rachel." "We put our faith in you, and look what you're turning into." "I don't have a choice." "Then neither do I." "[Groans]" "[Body thuds]" "I'm sorry." "[Breathing heavily]" "[Thud]" "What the hell is going on?" "!" "Cass?" "[Breathing heavily]" "[Grunting]" "[Groans]" "Cass?" "Are we running or fighting?" "We're..." "[Grunts]" "Balls." "[Western-style music plays]" "New hat." "I look good." "Where's the posse?" "I must be early." "[Chuckles]" "Or you're the only greenhorn dumb enough to go chasing after a ghost." "What are you talking about?" "Sheriff's tough as nails." "He'll be here." "MAN:" "Oh, God!" "The Sheriff's dead!" "Or not." "Great." "Who's the Sheriff now?" "What." "What..." "Now..." "Congratulations, Sheriff." "[Western-style music plays]" "[Glass thuds]" "Ahh." "[Footsteps approach]" "[Door creaks, closes]" "Samuel Colt?" "You have the wrong drunk, gentlemen." "Have a nice day." "We've been looking for you, Colt." "And who might "we" be?" "Listen..." "I've long since hung it up." "I'm tired, and I'm too damn old for this, and I'm sure as hell not looking for any trouble." "Well, it's found you anyway." "We know you built that Devil's Gate, Colt." "So you're gonna open it for us." "That is, if you fancy keeping your lungs in your chest." "Walk away, gentlemen." "Well, I think we'd rather rip you to ribbons, you soft..." "Ah, that's a shame." "A damn shame." "Who's there?" "DEAN:" "Candygram for Mongo." "Howdy, pilgrim." "I ain't no pilgrim." "All right, back up." "Is that any way to, uh..." "Greet your new boss?" "[Scoffs]" "Missed you at the posse this morning." "I was a one-man wolf pack, thanks to you." "What's going on here?" "Going to visit my sister." " Well, she'll have to wait." " But if I don't..." "Finch said he was coming back for the former Sheriff..." "Judge Mortimer... and you." "That's two down and one to go." "Then just let me go!" "You really think you can outrun him?" "He is going to kill you." "Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless we gank him first." ""Gank"?" "What's "gank"?" "Mister, you're crazy." "No way." "You're on your own." "I'm not asking you to throw down with him." "I'm asking you to play your part." " My part?" " Yeah." "Bait." "[Lock disengages]" "Hello?" "Okay, not a demon!" "Not a demon!" "Just..." "just a hunter." "Sheesh." "You're what?" "You Samuel Colt?" "My name is Sam Winchester." "I'm..." "I'm a hunter from the year 2011." "Prove it." "All right." "A-all right?" "That's... uh, that's it?" "Well, when you've done this job as long as I have a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors." "[Chuckles scoffs]" "I need your help killing a Phoenix." "A Phoenix?" "They exist?" "Well, you shoot one in about three hours." "If you say so." "I don't." "You do." "That's..." "I'm either too drunk or not drunk enough." "So what is it I'm about to exactly do?" "Well, the Phoenix is in Sunrise, so, uh, if we leave now, you can..." "I appreciate your situation, but I'm not gonna be of any help to you." "I'm booked." "Right, but... but you say right here..." "Don't believe everything that you read." "But you're a hunter." "Retired." " There's no such thing." " I'm out." "[Chuckling] There is no getting out." "Look, for what it's worth, in my time, you're a hero." " Me?" " Yes, sir." "[Laughs]" "Now, look, we... we need to kill this Phoenix." "Its ashes are the only thing that can kill the monster I'm hunting." "So stow your crap for a few hours, and let's go." "We got to go now." "So, either you're coming with me, or I need the gun." "What gun?" "The gun." "Oh, that gun." "I lost it in a game of Stud." "You're lying." "Am I?" "[Laughs]" "Now, that doesn't sound like me." "You shot a couple of demons with it less than an hour ago." "How do you figure?" "[Breathes deeply]" "Two pairs of bootprints." "Cabin reeks of sulfur." "Not bad." "You don't want it." "It's a curse." "Believe me." "Great." "Then let me take it off your hands." "You go put on a few more miles and come back, and we'll talk." "Trust me, I've got plenty of mileage." "I'm doing you a favor." "Believe me." "So, what?" "You can really just sit there?" "I've given my whole life to this." "I'm done." " So it doesn't matter what happens." " No, it doesn't." "So everything you did, it all means nothing?" "Give me the gun." "[Exhales sharply]" "Cass, you... you like you went 12 rounds with truckasaurus." "What happened?" "I was, uh..." "I was betrayed." "Rachel, uh..." "Raphael..." "He corrupted her." "She turned on me." "Sorry." "Girl was a real... peach." "She's... dead." "I... was wounded." "I needed... safety." "Thank you." "[Grunts, coughs] Hey, hey, hey, hey." "Hey." "What's with the finger painting?" "It's a warding symbol against angels." "How bad's it hurt?" "I'll heal." "Well, good..." "'Cause we got less than an hour before you pick up the kids at Frontierland." "I can't." "Come again?" "This fight... drained me." "Well, if you're up on blocks, then call in another halo who can get the job done." "I can't." "Well, there's got to be something that can juice you up." "A spell... something." "There is one thing that might work, but... it's extremely dangerous." "Shocker." "So, lay it on me." "It's your soul." "What do you want me to do?" "Make another deal?" "Seal it with a kiss?" "I need you to let me touch it." "Touch it?" "The human soul..." "it's pure... energy." "If I can siphon some of that off," "I-I might be able to bring Sam and Dean back." "And the catch is...?" "Doing this is like... putting your hand in a nuclear reactor." "I have to do it very gingerly." "Or...?" "Or you'll explode." "Well." "Keep both hands on the wheel." "Let's do this." "Never been late in your damn life, Sam, and now you're dragging ass." "So this is your big plan, huh?" "Just let me rot in here till Finch comes?" "Pretty much." "Why's he gunning for you, anyway?" "I guess you missed the part where we hung him?" "No, I'm thinking to a thing like Finch, that's no big whoop." "He would've just blown town, but he came back." "That seems personal." "I'll tell you what... you let me out of here, and we'll talk." "[Clicks tongue] No can do." "[Breathing heavily]" "Open up that cell." "Open it yourself." "You melt people's faces off." "I'll bet you got the juice to tear that apart easy, don't you?" "Unless you can't." "Just like you couldn't break those cuffs when they strung you up." "Aah." "[Nail clatters]" "Iron shackles iron bars, iron nail." "See a pattern?" "Don't worry." "Most creatures I meet can't get it up for iron." "It's a common monster problem." "So you're a hunter." "Slash sheriff." "You know what this son of a bitch did?" "Do tell." "I was married to a woman." "Good woman... human." "We lived outside of town, didn't bother anyone." "Sure, freak with a heart of gold." "You want to call me "monster," fine." "But all we did was go into town." "I go into the bank for five minutes." "I come out, she's gone." "And then I heard her scream." "[Exhales sharply]" "This... man had her pinned in the alley." "I go to stop him, he pulls his gun, shoots me, then her." "She died in my arms." "'Course, I don't die." "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?" "So tell me... are you really willing to die to protect this piece of filth?" "Honestly, I could care less about him." " He's a dick and a coward." " Hey!" "But this ain't about him." "I know what you are." "Really?" "Yeah." "So..." "I got to kill you." "Well, if you know what I am, then you know you can't." "Wow, I should've seen that coming." "[Bullet ricochets]" "[Bullet ricochets]" "SAM:" "Dean!" "Sam, come on, come on!" "Hey, where's Colt?" " He's not coming." " What?" "!" "But he sent this." "Ohh." "Hello, beautiful." "All right." " Come on." "Go!" " Yeah." "Are you sure?" "Well, we can't just strand those idjits in Deadwood, can we?" "The risks..." "Just... don't explode me." "[Western-style music plays]" "Get out here, Finch!" "What are you doing?" "!" "Come on!" "Let's do this!" "So, this is how you want to die." "Fine." "[Music continues]" "[Groans]" "[Muffled screaming]" "[Bird screeches]" "[Music continues]" "[Music intensifies]" "[Screams]" "Yippee-ki-yay, mother..." "[Clock ticks, bell tolling]" "SAM:" "Dean!" "The ashes!" "You gotta send us back." "Dean, look at him." "He's fried." "I never want to do that again." "Bobby, you..." "I'm still kickin', Annie Oakley." "Be back good as new in... a decade or two." "And we screwed the pooch." "Bobby, I'm sorry." "[Knock on door]" "Is there a Sam Winchester here?" "Who's asking?" "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-a Samuel Colt?" "[Western-style music plays]" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, that's... that's mine." "Great." "Thanks." " Thanks." " Yeah." "[Paper rustling]" "[Scoffs]" ""Dear Sam, I got this address and date" ""off your thingamajig," ""and I thought the enclosed might come in handy." "Regards, Samuel Colt."" "Is that what I think it is?" "Ashes of a Phoenix." "You know what this means?" "Yeah, I didn't get a "soulonoscopy" for nothing." "Yes." "And... it means we take the fight to her." "[Music continues]" "Edited by Scooby"