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      "You okay, Sheriff?" Sam asks.

       "'Course I'm okay." The Sheriff asks,

       "It was a ghost!" Darla yells.

       "It wasn't a ghost. Unless ghosts leave footprints." The Sheriff gestures at the floor where there are dark footprints leading out of the room.

      "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." Says Sheriff.

      "Well, you got any idea where he could be?" Elena asks.

      "Could be a thousand places."

       "Well, you got a way to flush him out?" Dean asks.

       "Course. We're gonna form a posse. Then we're gonna string Finch up right. Put a bullet in his head for good measure." Sheriff says.

      "That actually sounds like a good plan." Dean says.

       "You two should come along. Meet downstairs at dawn."

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

       "Get yourselves some real gear first, huh?" He asks.

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

       "I was thinking the same thing." Says Sam.

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       "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asks.

       "Rose from the ashes, burned up its victim? You know, maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird." Dean Saudi "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?" Elena asks.

       "Well, we do know one thing that'll kill friggin' anything, right?" Dean asks.

      "Yeah, the Colt."

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

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

       "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." Dean says.