Lucky Charm // Sam Winchester ✔️

07 || FRONTIERLAND

Having stopped Balthazar un-sinking the Titanic meant Vanessa had a least one less thing to worry about, allowing her to move on to the next 'episode' and what it entailed.

Getting the Phoenix ashes to kill Eve, who she'd honestly forgotten about, more worried about Gabriel and Purgatory. But this meant... time travel.

When Vanessa had tasked Bobby and Dean with getting Samuel Colt's journal while she and Sam were in Ireland, she'd forgotten that it was almost midnight when they left and that Samuel Campbell's (there's way too many Sam's for her to keep up with) library was not in the general vicinity, meaning all four of them were now tasked with finding it.

"How to kill Leviathans and Sam's imaginary friend you remember, but not the date we travelled back in time to?" Dean asked, unamused as he searched through a pile of books.

"Would you?" Vanessa fired back, glancing over to him from the other side of the room.

"Fair enough." Dean mumbled, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to remember the date either.

"It's lucky I even remember me own birthday, let alone the date two supposed fictional characters travel back in time to in order to get a magical gun and kill a creature that's supposed to be a bird."

"It's not a bird?" Bobby interrupted, stopping his own search to turn towards Vanessa. He thought Phoenixes were nothing more than myths so when Vanessa had spilled the beans about it, it came as quite a shock to him.

"No, it's a person." She told them, crouching down to search the bottom shelf and blowing dust of an old book.

"Hey, when is your birthday anyway?" Sam called over to her, glancing back at her as he kept looking for the journal. Now that they were officially a couple, much to Dean and Bobby's relief, he thought her birthday was something he'd should probably know.

"March 17th." Vanessa said hesitantly as she knew what was coming next.

"Ain't that Saint Patrick's Day?" Bobby muttered, looking towards Sam who nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Oh that's just-"

"Don't even say it, Dean. Otherwise you're not going back in time." Vanessa threatened and Dean's mouth snapped shut, he so desperately wanted to go back in time, especially when Vanessa had told them it would be back to the Wild West. He loved Clint Eastwood.

"Here we go." Sam interrupted them, thankfully, as he held up the very book they were looking for before he opened it, flicking through the pages. "Here it is, 'March 5th 1861, Sunrise Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smouldering ash.'"

"And you said it wasn't actually Samuel who killed the thing?" Bobby asked Vanessa, the three of them moving towards Sam.

"No, Dean did." Vanessa replied, holding her hands out for the book, which Sam gave her. (Dean pouted because he wanted to hold it). "Samuel was never actually in the town, Sam had to go and convince him to at least give him the gun, which he did."

"And we got the ashes?"

"Not exactly. You were too late, but Samuel must have shown up to get the gun back as when you got back, a package showed up from Colt himself. He'd sent you the ashes."

"Awesome." Dean mumbled, a huge smile on his face. "It's just like Back to the Future."

"And you know who the Phoenix is? You can tell us in advance so we have a better shot at killing him in time?" Sam asked, eyebrow raised towards her.

"Aye, I'll be able to point him out." Vanessa replied, not looking up at him, instead she had her nose buried in the journal.

"Point him out? You're coming with us?" Dean exclaimed, finally making her look up from the journal.