Unbreakable Hope

59. Frontierland

"I only watched Deep Space Nine," Bobby admitted.

Dean looked between Sam, Elena and Bobby. "It's like I don't even know you guys anymore. Star Trek IV. Save the whales."

Sam, Elena and Bobby shrugged.

Elena glanced between them. "What I think he's trying to say, we take a trip back in time, join up with Samuel Colt, hunt the Phoenix, then haul the ashes back home with us."

"Exactly," Dean stated.

"Time travel?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah."

"That's a reasonable plan?"

"We got a guy who can swing it." Dean stood and prayed. "Castiel. The, uh, fate of the world is in the balance. So, come on down here. Come on, Cas. "I Dream of Jeannie" your ass down here pronto. Please."

An angel appeared in the vessel of a blonde woman.

"Jeannie?" Dean guessed.

"Rachel," she replied. "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?" Sam and Elena asked.

"Busy."

"Busy?" Dean repeated.

"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."

Sam frowned. "What, you think we're not?"

"I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war."

"We get that."

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call them every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie-"

"Rachel," Castiel called. "That's enough."

Rachel turned to him. "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?" Dean wondered.

"Yes. She's my lieutenant. She's... committed to the cause. Now, what do you need?"

INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM

"Where the hell's Dean?" Bobby asked.

"Supply run, he said," Sam replied. "I don't know."

"Supply run?" Elena repeated.

"Um, about your plan. You'll only have 24 hours," Castiel told them.

"Wait, what?" Sam questioned. "Why?"

"Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed in a series of partial differential equations."

Bobby glanced at him. "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."