Supernatural: Betrayal

Chapter 7

"I'm telling you, Elias Finch was here, he did that to the judge, and he walked out that door," the woman said. The sheriff, Sam, and Dean were standing side by side. "It was ghost," the woman said.

"It wasn't ghost! Unless a ghost leaves footprints," the sheriff motioned to the footprints that led outside. "Rope didn't kill him, seen it before," the sheriff said.

"Do you have any idea where he might be," Dean asked.

"There are a thousand places."

"Well, do you have a way to flush him out," Sam asked.

"Of course. We're gonna form a posse, string him up right. Put a bullet in his head for good measure."

"That actually sounds like a good plan," Dean said.

"You two should come along. Meet at the saloon at dawn," the sheriff said.

"Yeah, we'll be there," Dean assured.

"Get yourselves some real gear first, huh?" the sheriff said, walking out.

"Well, I think we ought to pay our respects to Finch," Dean said.

"I was thinking the same thing," Sam replied. They walked out of the store and over to the cemetery. Night had fallen and the town was lit only by candlelight. When they reached Finch's grave they saw massive dirt piles on each side of the grave. They looked in the grave and found the coffin torn to pieces. "You thinking what I'm thinking," Sam asked.

"Rose up from the ashes, burned up its victims? Maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird. Maybe the phoenix is walking around in cowboy boots," Dean said.

"It makes sense. Could be Finch. So the question is how do we put this thing out?"

Dean sighed and looked around, "Well, we do know one thing that'll kill anything."

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah the Colt."

"So you go get the gun," Dean said.

"But wait, isn't the gun coming here? I mean, according to Samuel Colt's journal?"

"Yeah, but people here barely know who Colt is. Maybe you gotta go find him and make history. I'll stay here, hook up with the posse. Because you know me, I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse. You can make that into a T-shirt."

"You done," Sam asked. Dean stopped smiling and looked down at his feet. "Look the problem is, Colt's 20 miles outside of town. How am I supposed to get there and back before noon?" Just then Dean heard a horse neighing behind him.

He smiled and looked at Sam, "Ride 'em, cowboy." They walked over and got Sam a horse. When Sam attempted to get on the right side of the horse, Dean stopped him, "Try the other side." Sam made a face at him and went around. He got on the horse and adjusted himself.

"Ok, this actually feels alright," Sam said.

"Just take it easy," Dean cautioned.

"Yeah, you bet. I'm good. All right, 11 a.m."

"Don't be late," Dean pressed. Sam steered the horse out of the stables and into the road.

"I'm ok," Sam yelled.

Dean looked at Sam and the horse, "That poorhorse." He watched Sam ride out of town, towards Samuel Colt.

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Cass looked around at the building. It was an abandoned cannery.

"We need to talk," Rachel said. She appeared behind Cass in the same clothing as before.

"You summoned me here," Cass asked.

"Castiel, I've been hearing things. Things I don't want to believe. Just tell me if it's true."

"If what's true," he asked.

"You know. Your dirty little secret."

Cass looked around in frustration, "I have to defeat Raphael."

"Not this way Castiel."

"Rachel-"

"We put our faith in you and look what you're turning into. I thought, maybe just maybe if I showed you how committed I was, your feelings would change. But they haven't, they've become arrogant."

"What feelings," he demanded.

"Your fiancé," Rachel replied.

"What does Faith have to do with any of this..." he thought about it for a moment, "It's over Rachel. I've moved on."

"But, I haven't. I know you Castiel, better than anyone. I helped you when Faith fell in that cage, I was always there for you and she hasn't. She's twenty-six years old Castiel! You and I are well over two thousand. I'm better for you than her." She had moved closer to Cass, almost touching.

Cass looked down, "I'm sorry."

"Well, then I'm sorry too." She then flung out her angel blade. Cass had seen this coming and dodged the first hit. Then second hit, however, got him in the chest. Rachel pushed as hard as she could for her angel blade to go through his body. Instead, Castiel kicked her which sent her flying back into a rack of old glass bowls and plates. She fell on the ground and the bowls and plates fell on top of her. Cass pulled out his blade and leaped at her. She dodged his first attempt to hit her and threw him on the ground. She stepped on his blade and lifted his head so that he was looking at her. "This is for your own good," she said. Suddenly, Rachel let go of him and turned around. She dug her blade into Faith's left arm. "You're not as quiet as you think you are," Rachel said.

Faith smirked, "And you're not as good as you think you are." Suddenly, with her good arm, Faith lifted her blade up and stuck it through Rachel's chest. Rachel's eyes began to light up with her grace. Faith slowly dropped her body onto the ground and watched her grace leave. When her grace had gone, Faith pulled her blade out of Rachel and went to Castiel. He was on the ground, breathing heavily. "Are you ok," she asked him.

"I'll be fine, how about you? She got you pretty good," he said motioning to her arm.

"It'll take time to heal," she said, "We have to go now." They aparated to Bobby's. They both landed on their knees and groaned.

"What the hell," Bobby said, getting up from behind his desk in the library. Faith held her hand up. She went over to the refrigerator. She started to draw a sigil using the blood from her arm. When she finished, it looked like an eye. "Faith," Bobby said, "Are we running or fighting?"

"We're..." She never finished because she had passed out. Cass had as well.

"Oh balls," Bobby said. He lifted Faith up and put her on the bed in the library. He did the same with Cass. The two angels lay side by side on the bed in the library where Bobby continued to search for information about Eve. Sam and Dean had thirteen hours left.