Supernatural: Betrayal

Chapter 8

Night had washed away and Dean had been up all night. He had gotten himself new gear and a new hat. He was ready for the posse and ready to go home. He missed Faith and Cass and most of all, his pie. It was about seven thirty in the morning when Dean walked into the saloon. He noticed that there was no one in there except for Elkins.

"New hat," he said to Dean.

Dean smiled, "I look good." Elkins tilted his head in agreement. "Where's the posse," Dean asked him. Elkins raised his eyebrows at him. "I must be early," Dean said.

"Or you're the only greenhorn dumb enough to go chasing after a ghost."

"What are you talking about? The sheriff's tough as nails. He'll be here."

"Oh God! The sheriff's dead," someone suddenly screamed outside.

"Or not," Dean said, disappointed. Dean and Elkins walked out of the saloon and over to the jail where the man had screamed. In the front yard was a pile of burnt bones and a gold star. "Great, well who's the sheriff now?" Dean asked. Elkins bent down and picked up the star. He wiped it off with his rag and pinned the star onto Dean's shirt.

"Well, congratulations sheriff," he said. Dean sighed and looked around at the town. He was screwed.

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Sam knocked on Samuel Colt's cabin and found that no one answered. He checked his watch; 9:30. He had an hour and a half before Dean was expecting him back. Sam had no choice, but to walk into the cabin.

"Hello," he said. Sam found a desk with journals and papers on it. Sam looked to right and saw a door leading outside. He decided to go out the door, but when he got close to the door he felt a splash of cold water. "Ok, ok! Not a demon just a hunter!" Sam yelled.

A man stepped out from behind the door, "sheesh! You're a what?"

"You Samuel Colt," Sam asked. The man was in his mid sixties with grey hair. He was wearing three layers of clothing. "My name is Sam Winchester. I'm a hunter from the year 2013."

"Prove it," Samuel said. Sam pulled out his cell phone and handed it to him. He took the phone and twirled it in his hands. "Alright," he said.

Sam was surprised, "alright? That's...that's all you have to say?"

"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," he said handing Sam back his phone. Samuel took a seat behind the desk while Sam sat in the chair in front of the desk.

Sam laughed, "I need your help killing a phoenix."

Samuel looked up at him, "a phoenix? They exist?"

"Well you shoot one in about an hour."

"If you say so," Samuel said sighing.

"I don't, you do," Sam said, pulling out his journal.

Samuel looked at his journal in surprise, "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. Uh, if we leave now, you can..." Sam was interrupted.

"I appreciate your situation, but I'm not going to be of any help to you. I'm booked."

"Right, but you say here," Sam said motioning to the journal.

"Don't believe everything that you read."

"But you're a hunter," Sam said.

"Retired," he replied.