"Today is March 5, 1861. In Wyoming, I encountered a bird that could burn. At first, I thought the damn thing had been struck by high-voltage lightning and combusted on its own.
"But then it actually attacked me.
"When it spread its wings, they spanned a full three zhang. It breathed fire, and I shot it three times with the custom Colt gun I had painstakingly made, killing it outright.
"This gun really packs a punch.
"The bird's corpse turned into a pile of ashes still burning with flames. The fire did not go out for three straight days.
"Only after asking around among old friends did I learn that this thing was very likely a phoenix."
The diary's contents were written rather crudely.
After all, no matter how legendary Samuel Colt was, he was still a demon hunter who fought every day. Demon hunters' diaries were generally like this.
"Phoenix Ashes." Wu Heng highlighted the final sentence in red. "This is what can kill Eve."
Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, each seeing hope in the other's eyes. As long as there was a way, that was enough.
"Where are the ashes?" Sam asked. "Something from over a hundred years ago... does it still exist?"
Wu Heng pulled up the Campbell Family archives.
"Samuel Colt's notes can be found in the guild because they were collected by Samuel Campbell. Your grandfather's Campbell Family had been hunting demons since their time in Scotland. There may be more clues in the family logs."
At the mention of Samuel Campbell, Dean's expression darkened. So did Sam's.
"He's under Crowley's control now," Dean said. "We can't ask him."
"But he isn't the only Campbell." Wu Heng pulled up the family tree, and the cursor stopped over two names: Jacob Campbell, Mary's brother; Gwen