I keep going to the river to pray, 'Cause I need something that can wash out the pain

Ghost- Ella Henderson

Sam was on the phone. He was holding it close to his ear so that Castiel couldn't hear the other half of the conversation. Castiel knew he was doing it on purpose, it was quite infuriating. Next to him Dean was feigning indifference.

Sam hung up the phone and Castiel jumped to his feet, "What did she say?"

Sam frowned, "Lydia got in contact with Hephaestus, who was able to get in touch with Harmonia, who has no idea where Emma is."

Dean gave a derisive snort. Sam and Castiel ignored him.

"Harmonia and Hephaestus have both agreed to try to find her," Sam continued "but who knows if they'll have any more luck than we have."

Dean snorted again. This time Sam scowled at him. Dean just ignored his brother. "So basically getting help from the Amazons has left us with a big fat nada. Great, so glad we did it." Dean grumped.

Sam's scowl deepened and he huffed an annoyed breath. This had been a constant argument between the three of them for the past few weeks. When Sam had first brought it up, Castiel had sided with Dean. His wings were still sore from what the Amazons had done to him and he was not feeling at all charitable, especially after having slept for three days just to recover enough that he could fly again.

However, Sam and the Amazons had been persistent. Somehow Lydia had gotten Sam's number and she started calling with updates on their search. An hour long argument had eventually happened, complete with a lot of yelling, swearing, and accusations. At the end of it Castiel had reluctantly agreed that having the help of the Amazons would be useful. Dean however, remained stubborn and refused to be a part of it.

"Hephaestus was able to tell them about a spell we can try," Sam said. He was looking directly at Dean. "It can be used to find anyone, even if they're in another time or dimension."

"Great," Dean stood, "they should do that." Dean began to walk away.

"It needs both biological parents present to work," Sam called after him.

Dean stopped, his shoulders tense as he digested the information. Finally he turned, "How does it work?"

"From what Lydia told me, it uses the parent's souls to find the child. Something about how each parent gives a part of their soul to the baby when it's conceived."

Dean was nodding, "Yeah, Emma told me something about that."

Castiel began to understand what the spell was going to involve. "So the spell will use the power of the soul?"

Sam shrugged, "I guess, Lydia wasn't too clear about it."

Dean scowled, "Using souls for power? Haven't we already ridden this train wreck?"

Of course Dean would be wary about anything concerning using a soul. Things hadn't gone well the last time. Castiel steadied himself and spoke up, "It's not necessarily bad." He caught Dean's suspicious look and hurried to explain. "Humans use the power of their soul all the time. Every time you pray for example," he gestured between Sam and Dean, "it's your soul that is powering the prayer and letting it be heard."

Sam looked interested at this new knowledge, "Huh, makes sense."

"Oh come on. You're not really considering this?" Dean asked incredulously.

Sam huffed, "We've tried everything else. This is the first lead that has any promise." Dean kept scowling. Castiel could tell that it was more Dean's pride stopping him from agreeing than

concern over the spell. Sam must have been able to read his brother's mood as well. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Tell you what, Gary is nearby with a couple other hunters. We'll have them pick a site to meet at and they can provide backup. Cas will look over the spell and he and I will be there the whole time. Anything seems off we'll step in."

Dean kept scowling, but he was definitely thinking about it.

Castiel decided to speak up, "I believe the spell you are referring to is similar to the one I tried to use to find Gadreel. This would be more effective because of the means to power it." He turned his gaze fully on Dean, waiting until their eyes met. "I believe it will work, Dean."

He saw the moment Dean's resolve crumbled. "Fine. Fine, set it up." Dean turned and stalked out of the room, it looked like he was heading for the kitchen.

Sam and Castiel watched him go. Sam shook his head, "He's still not forgiven the Amazons for kidnapping us. Or for," Sam gestured at the air over Castiel's shoulders, "you know."

"You mean what they did to my wings." None of them liked to talk about it.

"Yeah, um, that." Sam shifted a bit in his chair and cleared his throat. "Speaking of which, how, ah, how you doing?"

Castiel studied his shoes, they were looking a bit scuffed. He sent out a thread off power to fix them. And even though he knew Sam couldn't see them, he pulled his wings in tighter. "I've fully healed."

"Great, that's great." Castiel looked back at Sam, who was giving him a gentle smile. "You know Cas, I don't know much about wings, but if you need to talk.."

"I'm fine Sam. They were only wounds, not even life threatening." Sam gave him a soft look that showed he wasn't believing the lie. "You should contact Gary so we can get this done." He didn't wait for Sam's reply. And without really thinking, he flew away.

He didn't go far, just to the room in the bunker that Emma had been using when she had been recovering. He had found himself retreating there often.

He kept himself in the adjoining plane, the same one he kept his wings in.

He pulled his right wing forward and carefully inspected the area the cuffs had been. He had told Sam the truth, it had fully healed. Except Castiel kept feeling pain from it. Sariah had checked up on him every day while he was recovering. When he told her about the pain she'd suggested it was from the memory of the wound and not from any permanent damage. She was probably right.

He began running his fingers through his feathers, carefully straightening each one and making sure it was perfectly glossy. He didn't need to do it by hand, his grace was enough to keep them pristine. However he'd found that when he was feeling the phantom pain, the manual preening helped.

He worked over the entire right wing, then switched to the other wing to repeat the process. By the time he was done the pain had disappeared and he felt centered again. He sighed and pulled himself back into the mortal plane, leaving his wings safely tucked away.

As soon as he had switched back his phone began pinging at him. He had lost track of time as was evident by the number of missed calls and text messages from Dean. Castiel sighed and took the short flight to the kitchen where he could hear Sam and Dean talking.

"He's not answering his phone, what exactly did you say that- Jeez Cas!" Dean looked concerned but not from Castiel's sudden arrival. "Where did you go?"

Castiel shifted uncomfortably, "I had something to take care of." Dean didn't look convinced, neither did Sam who was still looking like he wanted to talk about Castiel's wings. "Have you been able to set up a meeting place for the spell?" he pressed, hoping to derail the conversation.

"Yeah, about that," Dean exchanged a glance with Sam.

"Are you backing out?" Castiel felt anger rising, "Dean, this could be our best chance to find Emma." He couldn't believe Dean was doing this. Didn't he want to find Emma? What if she was alone and hurt somewhere, they needed to find her!

Dean held his hands up in a placating manner, "Whoa, hold on, I'm not backing out."

Sam took a small step to place himself closer to Castiel and partially shield Dean in the process. Castiel couldn't understand why until he realized he'd clenched his fists. He forced himself to relax. "Dean's not backing out," Sam assured him. "We just found out a friend of ours is back in town. You remember me telling you about Charlie?"

Castiel nodded, "The one who went to Oz."

"Yeah, we'll she's back from Oz and she's, um," Sam glanced at Dean like he was unsure how to continue.

"She's on a hunt," Dean supplied.

"Probably on a hunt," Sam amended.

"Either way," Dean growled, "we're worried she might be in some trouble so we were going to go check it out."

Castiel opened his mouth to protest again only to have Sam cut him off.

"It's just over in Topeka, not far from where Gary is anyway. We're just going to go check on Charlie then meet up for the spell, okay?"

Castiel heaved a sigh, "Okay. I'll go meet up with Gary and help him get ready."

Dean clapped his hands together, "Great! Sam and I will get going then."

Castiel was not happy but he understood. Sam had told him about Charlie while he had been healing him after they had expelled Gadreel. From what Sam had said, Dean saw Charlie as a younger sister, and family was the most important thing to Dean.

He saw Sam and Dean off then headed to Fort Riley where Gary was. He landed a few feet away from Gary, who was busy talking to Timmy and Ned, in their hotel room. All three jumped when he suddenly appeared in their midst.

"Hello," he said pleasantly.

"Son of a- , warn a guy next time!" Timmy yelped.

Castiel frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, I thought Gary had told you I was an angel."

"He did," Timmy was look a little wary, "but there's a big difference between knowing and having you pop up out of nowhere. Geez, I nearly had a heart attack."

Castiel felt badly, he'd gotten so used to being around Sam and Dean that he'd forgotten that not everyone who knew him would be used to his mode of transportation.

Gary clapped a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Don't listen to him Castiel, he's just still a little jumpy from our meeting earlier."

Castiel looked over the three hunters and noticed that they did seem unusually distressed. "What was the meeting about?"

Gary scowled, "We had to meet with some witch from the Grand Coven, goes by the name Olivette. There's some rogue witch running around and they are trying to find her. But everyone they've sent has been killed by hunters."

"So they wanted you to stop the hunters from killing the witches?" Castiel didn't think the Grand Coven was that deluded. Surely they knew the hunters would never agree to that.

Ned snorted, "Oh they weren't here to meet with us. We were providing backup for Mac."

That made a bit more sense. Mac was the leader of the coven in Manitou Springs where Timmy and Ned lived.

"Mac refused to meet with them in Manitou," Gary explained further. "He's not happy with them right now. Turns out they're the ones responsible for his daughter trying to raise Merlin. Guess Merlin was suppose to go take care of this witch after he was back at full strength. Emma lopping off his head put a damper on that plan, obviously."

"Wouldn't the Grand Coven take that as a major insult?" Castiel wondered. "Mac refusing to aid them."

"The Grand Coven lost a lot of it's power over a century ago." Gary explained. "As it now stands, Mac's coven actually has a lot more firepower per witch than them. They never tried to take over out of respect for tradition. But Mac let them know that he's done playing nice. This Olivette demanded Mac track down the rouge witch. Mac refused."

"Wouldn't Mac want to get rid of a rogue witch? I thought his coven didn't allow that sort of thing?"

Gary shrugged, "He'll take care of her if she comes his way but he's not going to hunt her down just cause the Grand Coven ordered it."

"Is Mac still with you?" Castiel asked.

Timmy shook his head, "Nah, we told him we had some business to take care of. Figured we shouldn't tell him that the business was trying to find Rina, um, I mean Emma."

"That was probably a wise choice." Castiel agreed. "Especially since we are going to be meeting with the Amazons."

"Did you know that Mac knew Emma was an Amazon?" Timmy asked, looking very put upon. "He knew as soon as he met her for the first time. And he never told us!"

"She threatened him," Ned put in.

"Still, he could have given us a clue or something."

"You're just upset that you lost the pool."

"Damn straight I'm upset."

Gary cleared his throat, "Anyway, we should concentrate on figuring out where were going to do this spell. The Amazons are already on their way and we need to tell them where to meet us."

"I can scout around town and find something," Castiel offered. "I will be right back." He immediately spread his wings and took off.

He hovered above the city for a moment, getting a few ideas for places that looked promising. Then he jumped from location to location until he found one that would work. He double checked it twice to be sure before he headed back to the hotel.

He landed back in the exact same spot as before. "I found an abandoned warehouse that will work. It has several exits and is wide open so there isn't anywhere to stage an ambush."

Timmy and Ned were just staring at him.

"You've only been gone for 2 seconds," Timmy squeaked out.

"I would have taken less time except I wanted to double check the area."

"Oh, ok," Timmy turned to Ned. "He needed the extra second to double check things." He told him.

Gary chuckled, "Come on, let's go find the spot the angel picked out."

The warehouse was approved and Gary sent Lydia the location. While they waited Timmy insisted they get dinner and Castiel called Dean to check in.

Dean sounded harried as he explained about how their friend had been split into a good and bad. "Could you fix her?"

"This is Oz magic, I can't do anything. You need the keys from Oz to fix it."

"Yeah, thought I'd ask anyway. Sam's gone back to the bunker with Charlie, hopefully they can find something."

"I could go and help them," he offered.

"No, stay with Gary. We need you to check out this spell, make sure they're not pulling a fast one."

"Will you be able to make it? Maybe we should reschedule,"

Dean paused for a minute, then sounded like he was trying to reassure Castiel. "It'll be fine Cas. Just stick with Gary and you'll be fine."

"Of course I will be fine," he bristled, "I'm an angel, I can take care of myself."

"Nobody said you couldn't."

"I've taken care of you and Sam numerous times."

"Yes you have."

"I'm not intimidated by a meeting with Amazons."

"No you're not."

Castiel scowled Into his phone, despite knowing Dean couldn't see him. He briefly considered turning on FaceTime.

"Feel a little better now?" Dean asked.

"Yes," he admitted grudgingly.

"Good, I promise we'll get there as soon as possible. I'm keeping an eye on Charlie's next target."

Dean hung up and Castiel went back into the diner to join the others as they finished up their meal.

It was well after dark when Lydia arrived, she only had two other Amazons with her. Castiel couldn't help feeling a little relief at this.

"Where is Dean?" Lydia demanded as she marched up to him.

"He will be here," Castiel growled, he hadn't realized how difficult it would be to see the Amazons until just now. Their being here right in front of him was bringing back unpleasant memories. The dull ache in his wings flared up suddenly.

Fortunately Gary decided to intercede. "Sam and Dean had something come up with a friend, but they're not far and will be here as soon as they can."

Lydia looked frantically between them, "So, Dean is going to come, he's not going to refuse to help?"

Castiel was suddenly struck by how frail Lydia appeared, and he realized, to his shame, that she was just as anxious to find Emma as he was. After all, she was Emma's mother. He forced himself to calm down as he spoke. "Dean knows this is our best chance at finding Emma."

Lydia frowned and turned away. "Then he should be here." One of the other Amazons came up behind Lydia and placed a hand on her arm.

"The friend in question has just returned from Oz and is in trouble." Castiel said by way of explanation.

Lydia cocked an eyebrow at him, "Did you say Oz?"

"Yes, she went there last year with Dorothy to help fight the war that was still raging there."

"Sweet!" Timmy said with a grin.

Lydia was giving Castiel a look that said she wasn't quite sure if she should believe him. "So their friend has come back now?"

"Yes, and she has been, negatively affected by some magics from Oz."

Lydia nodded slowly, "That would be a problem, I suppose."

"And unfortunately someone else from Oz followed her here."

"Was it an Oompa loompa?" Timmy asked excitedly.

Ned flicked his ear. "Oompa loompas are from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, moron."

"Right, what comes from Oz?"

"Flying monkeys." Gary said.

"Ooo, was it a flying monkey?"

"No, it was a person." Castiel was not understanding why Timmy seemed so interested. "According to Charlie she is on of the guards from the Emerald City."

"Who's Charlie?" The Amazon standing next to Lydia asked. She had dark skin and looked vaguely familiar.

"She's Sam and Dean's friend."

"She was a guard at the Emerald City?" Ned asked.

"No, the person who followed her is the guard."

"I'm confused," Timmy confessed.

Gary held up his hands right as Castiel opened his mouth to explain again. "Maybe you should just tell us the whole story from the beginning, Castiel. It'll help the time pass at the very least."

So Castiel told everything he knew about Charlie going to Oz. By the time he had finished all the tension in the room had vanished. The Amazons agreed that Charlie sounded like a true warrior, and Timmy seemed to have developed an infatuation with her.

"She killed the witch with a shoe? That is all kinds of awesome."

Gary chuckled, "I think Timmy has a crush."

"Oh, I failed to mention that Charlie is a lesbian."

Timmy looked a little down cast for a second, then his face broke out in a large grin. "Challenge accepted!"

"That wasn't meant to be a challenge." Castiel tried to clarify.

"Just ignore him," Ned said. "We should probably get this spell set up so everything is ready when Dean and Sam get here."

Castiel turned away from watching Timmy, who looked like he was plotting something. "Yes, I need to look over the spell before we cast it."

Some of the tension and suspicion returned to Lydia at his words. "Still don't trust us angel?"

Before Castiel could reply, the dark skinned Amazon cleared her throat. "I can show you the spell, after all I'd want to look it over if the situation was reversed." She gave Lydia a significant look, "Right?"

Lydia just scowled and turned away.

"Don't take it personally," the Amazon told him, "she hasn't been herself since Emma went missing. She's actually really grateful you guys are willing to work with us. And honestly, she's scared you'll back out once you realize we're a bunch of Amazons. I'm Georgette, by the way."

"I'm Castiel."

Georgette smirked, "Yeah, I know. You probably don't remember but I was one of your guards."

Castiel stiffened, the ache in his wings intensified. He felt for his blade to make sure it was up his sleeve.

Georgette either didn't notice or didn't care. She just pulled out an old scroll and began smoothing it out on a nearby table. "Lydia had me positioned by you because she knew I'd keep you safe. I tried freeing you when the fighting started, but was a little busy trying to keep you alive."

"Oh, well, thank you, I suppose." The ache calmed back down.

"We're not all bad, you know. Lydia tried talking Madeleine out of her plan to use you guys to force Emma to take her place as queen. Actually, anyone who knew Emma really well thought it was a horrible idea."

Castiel studied the woman for a moment. "So, you and Emma are close?"

"Yup, we're birth sisters, means we were born during the same mating cycle. May was too." Georgette indicated the brunette who had come in with them, she was helping Lydia and the other set up the spell. "The three of us made a lot of trouble during training." Georgette said with a fond smile. Her expression turned sad as she looked down at the scroll, "I really hope this works."

Castiel picked up the scroll and began reading it. The spell was actually very similar to the one Castiel had used to try to find Gadreel, except this would not require extracting any of the human soul. "Where did you get this spell?" he asked Georgette.

"Harmonia got it from Hecate, the goddess of magic."

"Does your patron goddess usually take such an active roll?" From what Castiel knew of the Greek gods, they had moved away from actively involving themselves with humans.

Georgette gave a slight frown, "No, not normally. She's more involved than most because we still actively worship her. But, yeah, this is kinda unusual."

"Is it because Emma is the queen?" Castiel wondered.

Georgette shrugged, "Who can fathom the reasoning of a goddess."

Castiel silently agreed but turned his attention back to the spell, he continued to study it. Behind him he could hear Gary talking with Lydia as they set up the spell, Lydia again voicing her concerns about Dean not being there yet.

Georgette stood quietly next to him, she didn't seem bothered by his careful study of the spell.

Castiel reread it a few more times before he finally spoke. "We may not need Dean."

"Why do you say that?" Georgette leaned over his shoulder to look down at the scroll. "Think we can do it with just Lydia?"

"No, I don't think we need either of them." He smoothed the scroll down, excitement making him fidget. "This spell works very similarly to a spell that can be used to find an angel."

Georgette nodded, "Yeah, the one where you extract grace from a vessel."

"Yes, except this spell works in reverse, it uses the original souls, the parents, to find the smaller piece, the offsprings. And you don't have to extract the soul to do it."

Georgette was giving him a sideways glance, "So why do you think we don't need Dean or Lydia?"

"The spell can easily be modified to use angel grace instead." He explained. She was still giving him a look that said she didn't understand and was concerned about his sanity. "If we cast the spell on me then it will work the same, it will help me connect to the piece of my grace Emma has inside of her."

Georgette's eyes went wide and her voice became strained, "She has a piece of your grace? Inside her? How?"

"It's from when she retrieved my grace, she had to hold it inside of her." Georgette was looking even more alarmed. He'd figured Sam had filled them in on everything Emma had been up to. Apparently he'd left some parts out. "It was being used to fuel the spell that cast the angels out of heaven. Emma broke into heaven, stole another angel's grace, then replaced my grace with his. It caused the spell to unravel and almost killed her. Well it did kill her, fortunately Death felt he owed her for breaking the spell so he brought her back to life."

Georgette's eyes had gotten incrementally wider and wider as he spoke. After he finished she just stood staring at him for a moment before she spoke. "I'm gonna kill her."

"Ah.."

She pulled herself together quickly. "Okay, so we can use you in place of Dean and Lydia, okay, I got it. You stay here," she pointed at him, "I'm going to go explain things to Lydia in a way that won't cause her to flip out." Georgette walked off, muttering under her breath. "Idiot, reckless idiot."

Castiel filled Gary in while Georgette talked to Lydia. He knew exactly when she got to the part about Emma having Castiel's grace, and why, because Lydia yelled, "SHE DID WHAT?!" Once she calmed back down she was on board because it meant they could cast the spell right away.

Georgette had him sit down in the middle of the circle they had drawn on the floor, she then placed a few pillows behind him. "In case you fall over," she explained. Lydia began to light the blessed candles that had been placed around the circle. Georgette sat down opposite him, a metal bowl containing the spells ingredients placed between them.

"I'm going to act as your anchor," she told him as she added a few more things to the bowl. "The spell is going to connect your soul, er, I mean grace, with the grace in Emma. You'll be able to see, hear, and feel everything she does. You're going to have to try to figure out where she is just by the surroundings. Since you're an angel I imagine that you'll be able to sustain contact longer, but try not to over do it, this spell can cause a person to forget their own identity and merge with the person they're connected to."

"That won't be a problem."

Georgette raised an eyebrow, "Good, cause I don't want to have to save your ass again."

Castiel gave an annoyed huff but kept his mouth shut.

Georgette began chanting the spell. When she threw in the match to light the ingredients Castiel saw a flash of purple then green. An acrid scent hit him full in the face and then he was jerked away from his body.

The feeling was not to far from how it felt to leave his vessel, and for one moment he thought that was what had happened. However the feeling quickly passed and the world came back to him, not that it was much help, everything was dark.

The side of his face throbbed and his left shoulder felt on fire. His clothes were damp and he was lying on something soft and wet. He tried to look around but nothing happened. What had happened? Had the spell not worked?

"You should just stay down."

Someone was speaking to him, a woman, standing over him.

"Well that ain't gonna happen." The voice had come from his throat, he felt his mouth form the words, but it wasn't his voice. It was Emma's.

He focused as best he could. It was dark out but he now realized he was lying on the ground with his eyes shut. No, Emma was lying on the ground. She opened her eyes and he could see the night sky above him, no, her. Someone was standing over her, the woman who had spoken earlier. "Why are you even doing this anymore?" Emma asked, sighing. "You killed the guy you were after, what's the point?"

The figure above them shrugged, "One more thing we gotta do before I'm done. Plus, I've always kinda wanted to throw down with the famed Emerald Lady. See who's the bigger bad."

There was a moan off the right, Emma glanced in the direction but Castiel couldn't see who or what made the sound.

The woman above them looked over too. "Guess we know that it's not Rocket."

Castiel felt Emma tense just before she swept her leg out and took the woman down. She was on her a second later and Castiel finally got a look at Emma's opponent right before Emma drove her fist into the girls face. Short red hair was the most distinguishing feature, other than that it was still too dark to see much. He was able to catch a glimpse of a house, the light from the front porch was rather dim and not helping him see much further than right around it.

Emma punched Charlie again, "Give up Charlie, I'm taking you back to Oz whether you like it or-Oof!"

Something hit her from the side that knocked her off Charlie and onto the ground, a heavy weight landing on top of her. Castiel was trying to process what he had just heard while also trying to process what was happening to Emma.

Charlie. Oz. There was no way that was a coincidence.

Then a deep voice growled into Emma's ear. "I told you I wasn't going to let you hurt her."

Dean.

Emma laughed, "And I told you that I didn't care what you thought." Castiel felt her elbow connect with what was probably Dean's face if his yell of pain was any indication.

What was going on? Why was Dean fighting Emma?

Emma threw Dean off of her and got back up, facing Charlie again. The two woman exchanged blows while Castiel yelled at Emma to stop, completely forgetting that she couldn't hear him. Dean tried to pull Emma off Charlie again, receiving a foot to the stomach for his troubles.

Castiel had seen Emma fight and knew she should have been able to easily take out both Dean and Charlie without much effort, however she seemed to be struggling. He followed her movements for a moment until he saw it, she was favoring her left shoulder, the burning pain keeping her from using it.

Castiel thought back to what Sam and dean had told him about the fight in the barn between Emma and the Queen. She had taken a sword through that shoulder, it must not have healed fully for some reason.

Emma got inside Charlie's defenses, grabbed the other girls arm, and with a horrible crack, broke the femur in two. Charlie cried out and Castiel thought he heard an echoing scream coming from the house.

Charlie sank down to her knees, cradling the broken arm.

Castiel heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Through Emma's eyes he saw the barrel of Dean's gun pointed at her head.

"Get away from her," he growled.

Dean, don't! Castiel screamed.

Emma just tilted her head, "No."

Dean took a step towards Emma, "I don't care if you're some badass from Oz, hell I wouldn't care if you were the friggin' Wizard. You lay one more hand on my friend and I will put a bullet through your face."

A gunshot echoed in the night.

Castiel hadn't seen the gun go off, he didn't feel any pain. So..

Emma turned and looked at the house.

"She did it."

Emma looked down at Charlie. "Who did what?"

Charlie was smiling through her pain. "She killed the Wizard."

Castiel could feel the frown on Emma's face. "That was your plan? You wanted the good you to kill the Wizard?"

Charlie huffed a laugh, "No one else could have done it, he would have seen it coming. But he'd never suspect someone good to be able to do it."

The world went back and forth and Castiel realized Emma was shaking her head. "That was a really dumb plan."

"Or genius." Charlie laughed again, then grimaced.

A door slammed open and Castiel saw Sam coming out of the house holding Charlie. Emma took a few steps back from the Charlie she had just beaten up, as Sam placed good Charlie down next to her other half. Good Charlie was holding one of the Keys of Oz. He could hear them speaking quietly to each other before they merged back into one. Emma watched the whole thing, only when Charlie was one person did she look back at Dean. He still had his gun pointed at her. "You can put that away, she's not a risk anymore now that she's whole."

"Great, then you can leave." Dean didn't lower the gun.

Emma chuckled, "But we were having so much fun. Oh don't look so grumpy. I just need the Key and I can go." Emma turned her gaze to Charlie and Castiel watched as she held out a hand. "May I?" she asked.

Castiel watched in horror as Charlie held the Key out to Emma.

Well I planned to get this up a lot sooner, then I got the great idea to refinish my kitchen. Oh well, it's here now. And my kitchen looks great.
It's the return of Timmy and Ned! Yay! Don't know how much of a part they will play in this story, I do know I will be bringing back Sariah cause she's so much fun.
Dean is going to continue to be a bit of a jerk to Lydia and the other Amazons, but you need to remember that he had to watch his best friend being tortured by them not to long ago. Don't worry, he'll come around.
I will try to post at the beginning of each week. ~JJ