Fallen Angels

1935

At the bunker, two men, men of letters if I must say have gone to the controls and unlocked these briefcases from their wrists, pulling out some kind of lights and plugging them in, turning the controls on.

"Protocol's complete. James Haggerty."

"Peter Jenkins. Did we do everything right? Shouldn't..." He trails off before a door opens, which leads to the library and the lights turn on.

"Took three years to build this dump?"

"Dump? Dump? Are you kidding? Do you realize where we are? This -- this dump is the last true beacon of light in a world gone topsy-turvy. This dump is the epicenter of -- of the ultimate chess match between good and evil."

Six Months Later

Both men were just lazing around, playing chess, bored.

"What a dump. You know, when I got this assignment, I thought there'd be, I don't know, excitement, adventure."

"There's nothing worse than adventure, my boy. Trust me."

Just then the phone rings next to them.

"Extension 765. Yes. No. That's not the password. There's protocol here, young lady. We'll be waiting. We have a guest -- damn hunter. Frank's kid."

"Really? Wow. What he did for her -- t-that was really something."

"He was something alright."

And just then the door to the bunker opens, and in walks a woman with a large bag.

"Holy buckets. It's really you."

"That's right rookie. It's really me -- Dorothy. Now, which one of you geniuses is gonna help me kill the wicked witch?"

Present Day

Crowley is still sitting in the dungeon in the dark, when Sam pulls open the doors and walks in with paper and a crayon.

"Hello moose. You want more demon names. I want a room with a view." Crowley says as he crumples the paper.

Sam just smiles and walks out of the room, closing the doors.

"We can discuss this. I'd settle for stretching my legs. Bollocks."

So Sam does what he does best and continues the researching and paperwork with myself of course, and it does get tiring after a while. But relief came when Dean came back from dropping Kevin off at a motel for a while.

"Hey. How'd it go with Kevin?"

"Oh, well that little nerd is in a lovely warded motel room in Branson. He's got about 48 hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him."

"How's he feeling?"

"Well he stared at the angel tablet and repeated the word 'falafel' for the entire ride. Kid's cracked. I'm hoping this break will, uh, clear his head. You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves, so I uh, picked you up season one of 'Game of Thrones'. Figured we'd get a little takeout."

"Alright. Well first, I think I might have found a way to help Cas."

"Did you talk to him?"

"No. And by the way, I still don't understand why he left in the first place. I mean, the bunker is the safest place for him. Bartholomew and -- and who knows how many other angels are out there, gunning for him."

"Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than I do, okay? But uh, he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split. But if you got a way to help him, I'm all ears."

"Alright. So Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell right?"

"So?"

"So it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell. So we got to thinking that maybe there's some way to hot-wire this, make it track angels. That way we could help Cas steer clear of danger."

"This was....both of your ideas?" Dean asks us.

"Do you see anybody else in here?"

"I mean it's just us Dean." I add.

"So how would it work?"

"Oh, no idea. See at first I thought the table was the computer, but it's not. It turns out it's just part of it. But I did find these cables underneath, and we followed them. You're never gonna believe what we found." Sam states as he gets up from the table, and so do I, us showing Dean where the cables led to.

"Voila."

"This is a computer?"

"Yeah -- or it was in 1951, when it was installed. Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, I have no idea what's making this thing work."

"It's warm here." Dean states when he feels around.

We get curious and feel around too. Dean goes to the shelves and finds a tool and start to pry the backing off of the computer. With some struggle he gets it, but ends up bumping into the shelf behind him.

"Got it."

"Huh."

"Well, that looks simple. Does it come with a manual?"

Dean remarks as we look in the back to see lights and other stuff in the back.

"Nothing in the archives, and I obviously couldn't find anything like it online, not to mention I'm pretty sure that the men of letters doesn't exactly have I.T. support anymore either."

"I think I know somebody who could help us."

"Charlie." I state as we follow Dean back out.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing. I cut out her tongue. I've bound her, but it won't last."

"Wait. You captured her all by yourself?"

"Yes. Despite all my lady parts, I managed to capture the wicked witch."

"Your father would be very proud. I mean did you that he --"

" -- wasted my time with his words. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't do the same. Now, I have tried cutting off her head, burning her, dousing her with holy water. All she did was laugh. Nothing I know of can kill her. So I'm here as a last resort. I was hoping you stiffs have a way to kill someone from Oz."

"Well of course we do. W-we have to. This place is the last true beacon of light."

"Alright. Just open your damn books already."

"Alright Jenkins. Let's go to work."

"Can't wait to see Charlie again. It's nice to have another girl around sometimes." I remark as Dean and I are sitting around, waiting for Sam to come back with Charlie since he went to go pick her up.

"Here it is." Sam states as he arrives with her.

"Hey. Thanks for coming." Dean says as he hugs her.

"Always great having you around...particularly another girl." I add, as I hug her too.

"Not a problem, especially since I got fired last week."

"Hey, what? What happened?"

"Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor. So I took a big Wikileak all over that. And yeah. It's cool though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies...like LARPing, macrame, and hunting."

"Excuse me?"

"Hunting? You're hunting now?"

"Okay. It was just a couple little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost...which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud."

"Charlie, how'd it go?"

"It was uh...it was intense. But I kind of wish hunting was more...magical, you know? Never mind. So, where is this commodore 64 of yours?"

"Follow us." I say as we lead her to where the room was, and she checks out what we found behind the computer.

"Sweet Ada Lovelace. This thing belongs in a museum. I mean it's got encryption software. It seems to be powered by something magical."

"Magical?" I ask.

"Skip to the end."

"It's kind of an alarm system. Global badness? It freaks. This computer is what locked this place down."

"Can we use it to track angels?"

"Alright. Let me see what I can do."

After some work, she managed to hook her tablet up to the computer successfully.

"Alright. It took some doing, but now we can download. This beast has all the men of letters files. Time for a little drag and drop."

"Wow. Well, that's a start. Thank you. Um, that's -- that's great. So you've been hunting."

"Alone."

"Learned from experience that it's not a good thing." I add.

"I know. Not a good idea, according to the 'Supernatural' books."

"You really can't delete those from the internet?"

"Not even I can do that. Come on."

"Where do you even find them?"

"A top secret place I call Amazon. And someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work."

"Who uploaded it?"

"I don't know. Their screen name was BeckyWinchester176. Ring a bell?"

"None. Uh, nobody's. Uh no, there are no bells. Uh..no."

I can't help but snicker at his reaction.

"Ugh, these files are encrypted. This is gonna take a while. So, takeout, sleepover, braid each other's hair?"

"Got an idea."

"Where are you going Sam?"

"Just follow me. I think we should go watch something."

"Game of Thrones?"

"Yeah, we deserve a break while we wait."

So Dean got beers for us, and we had some snacks. We went into Sam's room so that we could watch.

"Wow, that Joffrey's a dick."

"Oh you have no idea. Wait until he --"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! S-spoilers. I haven't read all the books yet."

"You're gonna read the books?"

"Yes. I like to read books. You know, the ones without pictures."

"Man, this bed is about as comfortable as a brick. Any plans of moving in anytime soon?"

"I am moved in. This is just my style."

"Yeah, this is, uh, style."

"Well I'm sorry I haven't hung up the uh, 'Hang in there kitty' poster yet Dean. Feel free to redecorate."

"So what, our home's not good enough for the 'Hang in there kitty' poster?"

"This isn't our home. This is where we work."

"What's the difference?"

"Okay."

"Alright, well, I'm gonna go get us some more beers. How about that?"

"So Charlie, what was all that about hunting isn't magical?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know too." I nod.

"Saving people, hunting things, the family business? I am down. But...I was raised on Tolkien man. I mean where is all this? Where are my white walkers and my volcano and magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where -- where's my quest?"

"Magic, quests...suck. Trust me. They're all --"

"Dead ends. Nothing but dead ends."

"There's got to be someway to kill this thing."

Just then the witch cuts herself loose from her bounds.

"Jenkins, no!"

With that, he ends up getting controlled, eyes glowing green.

"There's something here that belongs to me. Take me to it."

"What the hell's it talking about?"

"I have no idea. Do you have a lab?"

"Second floor, room 28."

She bolts in the direction, a controlled Jenkins tries to go after her.

"Wait!"

The witch manages to get away to follow Dorothy while a possessed Jenkins fights with his partner.

"Jenkins, Jenkins! I know you're in there."

"Jenkins is gone."

The other guy turns the knife on Jenkins and stabs him, the possession leaving his body.

"Jenkins. Jenkins."

"You were right. There's nothing more worse than adventure."

"Dorothy! Dorothy!"

"Download should be done by now."

"What the hell?"

"What is that?" I ask as we see something odd behind the shelf.

"Sam give me hand."

With that, they move the shelf to see the wall covered in something odd, with pods attached.

"Ew. What is it?"

Dean then takes his knife and proceeds to cut through the other pod and a hand falls out. He pulls it open and a whole body comes out, a woman. With guns drawn, he turns her over and she wakes up.

"Quick, Brooke, get a blanket. Sam find out if there's any files on her."

We both nod and do so.

"The first case investigated in this bunker involved Dorothy. She and the witch came into this room, and they never came out. This will never stop blowing my mind!"

"Okay pace yourself Toto."

"How is this real? It's part of the fairy world."

"We have to find her."

"Find who?" I ask.

"No. We have to talk before anyone does anything, okay? Dorothy?"

"Talk? Typical men of letters. Standing around having a nice little chat with your noses buried in your books, while your little secretaries take notes."

"We're hunters."

"And who are you calling secretaries?"

"You two aren't secretaries? You're women of letters? W -- how long have I been out?"

"That's why we need to talk. Look, you've been gone for over 75 years. Now, according to our files, you came here to kill the wicked witch and then disappeared. What happened?"

"We couldn't find a way to kill her, so I did the only thing that I could."

"It's you and me forever, bitch."

"Dorothy! Dorothy!"

"A binding spell that came at a price. Her soul with mine."

"So you've been frozen with the witch for all this time?"

"Yes. Look, the witch cannot be killed. If I am awake, then so is she."

The witch was indeed awake and she had found her way to Crowley in the dungeon.

"Hello lovely. Sorry. This litter box is warded against everything. Even wicked witches. Big fan. Love your work. What's the matter darling? Cowardly lion got your tongue? Right. Enough chit chat. Must be here for a reason. Write it down so daddy can help."

"Wait, if she's here, why didn't she kill you?"

"Yeah, why?" I ask.

"She can't."

"You're protected by the witch of the north's kiss. It's from the books."

"Ohhhh."

"Oh forget the books! They're not important. I'm protected, you aren't. Now the witch came here looking for something. I have no idea what it is, but we have to find her before she finds it."

"Alright, alright. Charlie, Brooke, dig into the files and see if you can find anything that puts a dent in a witch."

"Mmhmm." She nods.

"Got it." I nod as well.

"Sam and I will have a look-see. Come on."

"I'm helping." Dorothy states.

"Yeah, I don't doubt it. But for right now, why don't you rest up and help the smartest people in the room?"

"So...big fan."

"Hmm."

"Ozma of Oz--"

"Is a total ass."

"You were much nicer in the books."

"And the movie."

"Those books are the ravings of a sad, old man -- my father."

"Wait. You dad was L. Frank Baum, the writer?"

"A man of letters. Another glorified librarian if you ask me."

"Hey, these guy may have been sexist, but like all librarians, they were wicked smart too. The dude who was in here when you cam in -- Haggerty -- he kept your case file open, worked it every day until he retired. Obviously he never found you, but of you took five seconds to read, he did find a way to fight the wicked witch. Do you remember the poppy fields in the first book?"

"Where everyone fell asleep." I state.

"That's not actually how it happened. It was much bloodier."

"Oh..ew."

"Stop ruining my childhood. Do you remember the poppies? Good. Haggerty made a deal with a fairy and got some poppy extract. I'm gonna get some bullets from the gun range and make us some poppy bullets. So, are you coming or what?"

"They told you she was smart." I grin, before following both of them out.

In the meantime, Sam and Dean were looking around to see if they could find the witch, going to the dungeon and checking on Crowley as well and he was whistling 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow'.

"Wow. If it isn't the scarecrow and the tin man. Your new house guest, so misunderstood. Neither of you saw 'Wicked'?"

"What did she say to you?"

"Something along the lines of..." He trails off, hissing.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go get some holy oil and a lighter, dick bag."

"I know what she's looking for."

"What does she want?"

"I'd be happy to tell you, as soon as I get to stretch my legs."

Dean goes over and unlocked the collar.

"Oh."

"Alright. What does the witch want."

"Give me a mo. I still need to air myself out."

"I think you're aired out enough." Dean states after shooting him.

"Rude." Crowley replies, un-crumpling the paper before him and it says 'key'.

"Key? What key?"

"I haven't the foggiest. Has to send her off on a merry chase before she could melt me. Told her you boys kept the keys in the kitchen. You do have a kitchen in this crap hole, don't you?"

After the witch went through everything, the kitchen was torn apart. Sam and Dean went there to find the kitchen a mess.

"Damn it, I just cleaned in here."

"Really?"

"Looks like we got a witch here."

Just then, Dorothy, myself and Charlie had walked in after making the poppy bullets.

"Sorry. We raided your gun range. Made us some poppy bullets. They won't kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her."

"That's my girl."

"There was only enough for five bullets, so...make each shot count."

"You know I'll make that shot count." I nod.

"Now we just have to find her before she finds whatever the hell she's looking for."

"She's looking for a key."

"A key? A key for what?"

"How do you know?"

"Little birdie told us. Ring any bells Dorothy?"

"Unfortunately."

"What's the key for then?" I ask.

"It's the key to Oz. there are magical ways into Oz. Tornado, eye of a hurricane, whirlpool. But this key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz. Insert Key, twist, and presto, you're in Oz."

"How did the men of letters get the key?"

"I have no idea, but if she finds it, she'll go back and finish what she started. She'll destroy all that is good in Oz. She's got armies of witches, flying monkeys. Many will die."

"What's this key look like?"

Dorothy takes out a journal and shows us what it looks like.

"I've seen that key. Found it when I was doing inventory."

"Where is it now?"

"Our room." Dean states, referring to me and him.

"We got to get to that key."

"Alright, Charlie, Brook and I will go look in my room. Why don't you guys buy some time? Charlie? Safest place in this joint is the dungeon."

"You have a dungeon in this place? Of course you do."

"So maybe you should..."

"I am not hiding, especially in a dungeon. Wicked witch, a key, a quest? Let's do this."

"She's got a point you know. Do you really want her down there with Crowley? I wouldn't want her there." I remark as I follow her out the door.

"C-charlie...Brooke..." He trails off, following us.

"I can't believe I've lived here for 75 years. How long have you called this place home?"

"My brother calls it home. Me, I uh...I haven't had that much luck with homes."

"Me either. Overrated, you ask me. Yellow bricks or not, give me the open road any day. Sam!" Dorothy exclaims when she turns around, seeing the which behind him.

He ducks, Dorothy shoots, and the which disappears into a cloud of green smoke and into the vents.

"She can get anywhere from there. Split up, cover more ground?"

They do so, and in the meantime, Dean, Charlie and myself are going through Dean's stuff in our room to find the key.

"You keep your porn meticulously organized, but not-"

"Don't judge me."

Little did we know, the witch had found us, and Dean had found the key.

"Ah, yahtzee."

"You found it? Great."

"Guys!" Charlie exclaims and when we turn around the witch snatches the key and knocks us away away from her.

The witch was just about to kill us when Charlie jumped in front of us, taking the blow to save us. Dean and I both shoot the witch with the poppy bullets and that makes her scream and turn into a cloud of green smoke and disappears into the vents. We go over to Charlie to see her not moving.

"Dean...."

"Charlie? Charlie? Charlie?!"

"She's not moving or responding. She can't be..."

"Don't say it Brooke. Now help me." He says as he has me help pick her up and put her on the bed.

"Charlie. Charlie? Charlie? No!"

"Dean!" We hear Sam's voice out in the hall.

"Zeke!" Dean exclaims and just as Sam reaches the doorway, Zeke takes over. "You have to help her."

"She's gone."

"No. You can bring her back like you did with Cas."

"I cannot keep doing that."

"Why the hell not?!"

"I'm barely back to half-strength Dean. Every time I use my power, it weakens me. Which means I will have to stay in your brother longer than you want -- longer than we both want. The witch running around your bunker is very powerful. I can help with the witch or save your friend."

"Save her."

"Dean...but the witch..."

"...we can find another way to kill her. We need Charlie. My answer is final."

"As you wish." Zeke says as he comes over and brings Charlie back to life.

"Merry Christmas." She states as she jolts back to life.

"Charlie?"

"Uh. Hey, I know you."

"I told you to stay in the dungeon."

"Bet you say that to all the girls."

"Dean?"

"Sammy?"

"What the hell just happened?"

"The witch -- the witch was about to put a whammy on me and Brooke, and uh, Charlie jumped in front. She got zapped, then the witch got the drop on you."

"Then why aren't we dead?"

"That's a good question. I uh...we clipped her with poppy bullets. She got the key. I think she's gone."

"No. She's wounded." Dorothy says as she appears in the doorway. "We should still have some time. She could still be in the air vents."

"No. No, no. She's right. We -- we have to -- we --"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Just go. We'll catch up."

"M-my gun's over there. There's one bullet in it."

We nod and take her gun, heading out to find the witch.

"Can we be best friends now?"

"Who's Zeke?" Sam asks.

"What?"

"When I came into your room, before I got zapped, I thought you said the name Zeke. Who's that?"

"Um...I think you're still a little punchy, man. Just keep moving."

"I had the weirdest dream when I was out. It was Christmas, and my parents were still alive, and --"

"Dream? Charlie, you died. Don't worry about it though. You're not a real hunter until you've died and come back again."

"Slow down. Why would you think I died?"

"Heaven...it's your dream life. And if you were zapped by the wicked witch, instant death. I would know. She killed me too."

"Okay. Let's rewind here a bit. When did you die?"

"In Oz. My father was obsessed with his work as a man of letters, and then I was born...and nothing changed. He would keep his work a secret, but I was such a curious kid. I was always looking for trouble, looking for the next big adventure."

"I know the feeling."

"I stowed away on one of his cases, wound up in the Emerald City, accidentally got left behind. It was terrifying."

"Well, what happened?"

"I met up with these three freedom fighters, and they thought I was this child of destiny. Chosen to kill the wicked witch. They protected me, and then the witch turned them into --"

"A scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion?"

"And then she hunted me down and killed me."

"Yeah, the never made it to the books."

"Sometimes real life is darker than fiction."

We had searched the entire bunker, but there was no sign of the witch at all.

"Why haven't you moved in?" Dean asks Sam.

"Is now really the time for this Dean?"

"Well, just asking."

"Look, I never had what you had with mom and dad okay?"

"What're you talking about?"

"I don't have any memories of home. And whenever I've tried to make a home of my own, it really hasn't ended well."

"Yeah, but a lifetime of abandoned buildings and crappy motel rooms. I mean, this is about as close to home as we're gonna get, and it's ours."

"And what about the books?" Charlie asks Dorothy.

"Revisionist history. That's my father's way of trying to undo what had happened to me. But I knew the truth. When the witch came to our world, I became a hunter, and my father wrote those silly books."

"Don't you get it? The books aren't silly. They're guidebooks filled with clues he left for you. Haggerty pored through each one, and his research led him to uncover the poppies, so maybe there's something else from the books we can use. Preferably something with a pointy end."

"You are a genius. Come on. We've got to get to the garage."

"There's a garage in this place?! Oh boy."

"Clear." Sam states as there's no sign of the witch where he is. "I got nothing."

"Neither do we." I sigh.

"What do you think? Is she gone?"

"Who knows....Sam!" I exclaim, the witch being behind him.

We can't shoot her, since she has a hold of Sam and we didn't want to miss. So Dean just says screw it and runs towards them both, all three of them toppling over the table and falling to the floor. She touches her fingers to both Sam and Dean's heads and they're eyes glow green for a second before becoming possessed.

"Sam? Dean?" I ask as I walk a little closer.

"Find the girls." Sam says in a deeper voice.

"And kill them all."

"Crap." I mutter, rushing off to find Charlie and Dorothy before they do. "Dorothy! Charlie! Where are you?! We've got a situation on our hands!"

"Yes. I knew those boy scouts would keep it for me."

"Is that..."

"Yeah. He didn't make it. Please be here. Please be here. Yes!" Dorothy says as she finds the ruby slippers.

"I don't believe it. Did you really walk down a brick road in these?"

"No. I never actually wore them. Seemed kind of tacky wearing a dead woman's shoes. Plus I'm no good in heels, you know?"

"I don't suppose we could just wish her away?"

"Sorry. Another thing the books got wrong. But, like the poppies, these have magic from Oz. Sharp magic."

"Oh. Death by shoe?"

"There you are. Wait, we have a garage? Never mind. We have a problem."

"There you are." We hear a deep voice and turn around to see Sam and Dean.

"Was that your Batman voice?" Charlie asks.

Just then their eyes glow green, showing their possessed.

"That's definitely not your batman voice."

"Told you we had a problem."

"It's her. She possessed the both of them."

"I missed you, my pretty."

"Killing you a second time will be just as sweet as the first."

"Guys, I know you're in there. Dean, you can't let the witch do this. If she opens the door, she's going to destroy Oz."

But since he's possessed, he can't think clearly so he grabs her and smashes her into a glass window. In the meantime, the witch has all that she needs to open the door to Oz. She goes to one of the locked doors in the bunker with a cauldron, setting it down and getting everything ready.

"I have no intention of escaping to Oz."

"I'm going to bring my armies here."

Dorothy and a possessed Sam end up fighting each other, while I helped Charlie with Dean. But as of this very moment, the witch has the key and she unlocked the door to reveal Oz itself, laughing as darkness starts to take over.

"Don't worry. You'll join Dorothy right after you watch her die."

"Sorry about the nards Dean." Charlie says before kicking him right where it hurts the most.

"Huh. I was just gonna hit him over the head." I remark as she starts to run away.

"Go. We'll buy you some time." Dorothy says to Charlie, throwing her the other heel.

"Alright, let's see what you pencil necks are made of."

Meanwhile with the witch, she was continuing her spell and the flying monkeys had started to come towards the door.

"Alright, let's do this the old fashioned way."

"My body cannot hurt you Dorothy. But theirs can."

Just then, the witch's eyes glow green and one of the heels was stabbed into the back of her head, Charlie being revealed to have done it. And because of that, Dean and Sam had gone back to normal.

"Now heel." Charlie states, before stabbing the witch with the other heel in the face.

"What the hell just happened?" Sam asks in his normal voice.

"Charlie." Dorothy states.

"Brooke..." Dean says, reaching down and helping me up. "What happened, are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. You were kind of possessed by the witch and started to fight me, tried to kill me."

With the witch dead, the flying monkeys are still coming so with some struggle and after some admiration of Oz, she starts to close the doors, getting them completely closed before the monkeys could come through. We then appear downstairs as we went looking for Charlie and see her on the catwalk, the key in her hands.

"Ding dong bitches."

After dealing with everything, we kind of forgot that Crowley was still unchained, so back to the dungeon and Sam chained him back up again.

"Really? After all I did with Ms. defying gravity? Bollocks."

Since we found out we had a garage, Dean had stored the Impala in there so it would be safe from anything.

"Baby looks good in here huh?"

"Not bad."

"Dean..."

"Dorothy, I uh...I found something in the archives. Pretty sure it belongs to you."

"You have no idea how odd it is having a series of books written about you."

"Actually I do know, uh, and it's definitely weird. But you know what? End of the day, it's our story, so we get to write it."

"So, thanks for the slumber party."

"Mm."

"And bringing me back from the dead."

"Uh, I didn't."

"Don't B.S. a B.S.er. Am I a zombie now? Do I need to eat brains?"

"No, no, no. You're you. You're gonna be fine, alright? Just um...just keep this between us okay?"

"Alright, but only because you raised me from the dead, which you're going to have to explain to me later."

"Alright."

"Not bad for a bunch of librarians. You mind keeping an eye on my bike for me?"

"Yeah, yeah. As long as you don't mind me taking it for a spin once in a while."

"Deal. Thank you for everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rebellion to finish. So, you coming or what?" She asks Charlie.

"What? With you? To Oz?"

"Yeah. You said you were looking for adventure. Well here it is Red. Come help me find my damn dog."

"You have no idea what's in Oz. I mean there's flying monkeys, armies of witches. There's all kinds of danger."

"Promise?" She asks before hugging Dean.

"Have fun Charlie." I grin before hugging her as well.

"You need anything just uh...tap your heels together three times okay?"

"Me? What about you crazy kids? You gonna be alright without me? Take care of yourselves guys."

They turn and Dorothy takes the key and unlocks the door, opening it and we see Oz.

"Wow."

The doors then close on themselves, locking Oz away. When we open them again, there's nothing.

"Think she'll be back?"

"Of course. There's no place like home."