PROLOGUE
Charlie was watching the Wizard of Oz once again, it seemed to be the billionth time. That week alone. She remembered her times in Oz with Dorothy and missed it just as she hated the Wizard, total d-bag there. With the movie it seemed much more friendly, but knowing what actually happened was good to. "Again? That's like the tenth time today," Dean groaned from the kitchen, digging into yet another pecan pie that had come from a crummy, run down, gas station. "You know what'd be totally awesome!?" the greatest, and possibly worst, idea had just sparked inside her mind.
"What?" Sam asked without looking up from his laptop. Lately cases had been scarce, that was both good and bad. Good because they could take a break, and Charlie could go have a Geek Week, probably with Sam, and Dean could spend time with the love of his life: Mrs. Pie Winchester. "If you, me, Dean, and Cass were all inside the Wizard of Oz. But the movie, not the other world," she grinned, her eyes twinkling brightly. Dean and Sam remained silent, staring at her wide eyed. "That'd be terrible, what gave you that idea?" Dean raised a curious eyebrow. "That'd be awesome!" she paused the movie, turning around to face the Winchester brothers.
"Okay then, Dorothy," Sam chuckled, drinking his coffee. "Okay then... Scarecrow," she smirked. "Dean would be either the Tin Man or the Cowardly Lion, who would be the Wicked Witch of the West?" she tapped a finger on her chin.
Both brothers stared at each other, sharing a look of knowledge as Dean smirked. "Rowena," they said in unison. "I don't know who that is," Charlie narrowed her eyes. "You know Crowley right?" Sam asked. "Yeah..." she held a look of confusion. "That's his mom, never call him a son of a bitch, he's really a son of a Witch," Dean shrugged. "Oh... that can't be good," she blinked. "Nope," Dean emphasized the 'p' in the single word.
"Would the good Witch be that crazy stalker chick?" Sam froze at her words. "Bethany was it?" she looked to the brothers for help. Sam was frozen on the spot and Dean was laughing with a mouth full of pie. "Becky," he managed to say, still laughing. "How would she be the good Witch?" Sam questioned. "Because she is good, just a little crazy," Charlie shrugged. "More like psycho," Dean laughed. "Besides, don't wish for things like that," Sam shook his head. "Why?" she crossed her arms over her chest. "Be careful what you wish for," Dean shrugged. "Movie quotes now? Besides, don't crush a girl's dreams," Charlie chuckled. "I wish the three - four if you count Cassie - of us were in the Wizard of Oz," she grinned.
"Your wish is my command," Charlie didn't recognize the male voice, but the Winchesters did. A snap of the fingers, a flurry of almost heavenly white flashes, and with a side of nausea, a certain red head's wish was granted. The last words heard, after the unknown voice, were Dean and Sam's once again in unison. Can you guess the two words? And the one responsible?