A/N: I took down all my Supernatural fics. Because… well… due to my own personal feelings. However, I'll repost my favorite Supernatural stories I wrote, just for a while.

This story is 6 chapters, and I wrote it between the first and second seasons. Obviously, things have changed since then. But, it's one of my favorites, so I thought I'd share it again.

Chapter 2 will probably be up tomorrow evening. The whole thing will probably be reposted by next week. I may keep it up for a couple weeks, but I plan on taking it down again.

Characters are deliberately OOC

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Supernatural. But, even more than that, I wish I owned "The Wizard of Oz." Not the book. Certainly not the movie (many fellow Kansans aren't too crazy about the movie, but it's almost a law here—if you're a Kansan, you have to see TWoO many, many times.) I wish I owned the rights to "The Wizard of Oz" itself. If I owned the rights, I'd probably be rich enough to own Supernatural.

Dean in Oz

"OK, I want to strip this bitch of her powers," Dean said to Sam as they stepped out of the Impala. "Keep your eyes open. Make sure you're able to move to her blind spot. When she's casting a spell, the powers take away her peripheral vision, so she only focuses on her target."

"I know!" Sam stuck his gun in the waistband of his jeans.

"When you see her, make sure you chant the depowering chant accurately. And fast. She's gonna be pissed off, and there's no telling what kind of spell she'll cast. But, that depowering spell will only stop her for a minute, max. We need to destroy that crystal she has in order to stop her."

"I know, Dean! I still think it would be better if we went after her together," Sam said.

"Yeah, but it's faster this way. We meet here by the car in 30 minutes."

Dean and Sam walked into the creepy house and separated—Dean taking the basement and the first floor, and Sam taking the second floor and the attic. Dean kicked open a door in the basement and looked inside the room. Damn! Where is she?

He opened a closet and stepped inside for a better look. As he walked through the closet, he thought, No person should ever have a closet this big! I'm surprised no one has gotten lost and died in here!

Suddenly, the beam of his flashlight hit something black, metallic, and shiny. How the hell did I get back to the car?

"What the hell?" Dean looked around. He tensed when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Sam appear, looking just as confused as Dean felt.

"Dean? How'd we get here? Are we under a spell?"

"Well, if we aren't, then this is the quickest 30 minutes I've ever spent!"

They heard footsteps behind them. They turned, guns and flashlights ready. The young witch smoothly walked up, the crystal in her ankle bracelet glowed a brilliant emerald green against her leg. She smiled creepily at Dean, who glanced over at Sam. As Sam slowly started to move around to the witch's side, Dean started to chant the depowering spell.

Her smile dropped, and she glared at Dean. "Occido!" She shouted, her eyes glowing the same green that was in the crystal on her ankle bracelet. As soon as she spit out the word, Dean dropped to the ground.

Before he could get up to continue the chanting, she stood over him. "Quiesco somnium!"

All Dean could see was flickering lights, engulfing both him and her. His head pounded as blood rushed to his ears. He dimly heard Sam call him, but he couldn't respond.

The lights flickered out, leaving Dean in darkness.

Dean opened his eyes. He was laying on the ground, paved with brick. He sat up and looked around. It was a beautiful place. Colorful. Full of flowers.

Where the hell am I?

He rubbed his eyes. His head ached dully, but he felt better than he had a few moments ago.

He felt a tapping against his boot and heard a familiar engine growl. He looked down. A miniature black Impala was hitting his foot. OK…What happened to my baby? Dean picked up the little car. It was about the size of a small dog. He peered at the car closer. It had the same license plates and dirt smears on it that was on his baby. It even had the Devil's Traps on it.

"Oh, my God! That bitch shrunk my car! She's gonna pay for this!" He stood up. "OK, there must be a way to restore you to your full size." The Impala rolled after him like the faithful, loyal dog she had always been.

He looked around. He had been to many places in his life. He couldn't think of one quite so strange or so colorful. He walked over a circular pattern of red and yellow bricks.

Dean looked down at his car. I swear she's looking up at me! "Impala, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

He looked up in time to see Missouri walk up. She was shorter than he remembered. "Missouri? Where are we?"

"Well, you sure ain't in this Kansas of yours, wherever that is. You really aren't the brightest bulb in the lamp, are you?"

Her voice was also squeakier and higher than he remembered. I'm sick of this munchkin. He walked away from her.

A figure engulfed in flames started walking toward him. He started to reach for his ever-present gun in the back of his jeans. The fire faded, leaving behind Mary.

"Mom?"

She smiled up at him. "Are you a good demon or a bad demon?"

"What? I'm not a demon. Mom, I'm your son! And I don't think there are anything like 'good' demons."

"Well, I'm a good demon. And you're in Munchkinland."

Hey, I was closer than I thought when I called Missouri a "Munchinkin"! Oh, wait. Munchinkinland? I hated this movie the one time I was forced to watch it. "Oh, God. I'm in Oz?" he groaned.

"Well, yes. But, you just killed one of our evil witches that controlled us through fear and intimidation." She pointed to a creepy house sitting haphazardly on a pair of legs. On one ankle was a familiar bracelet on it. The crystal was now black and dull. Powerless.

"OK… so I should probably go and find the great and powerful Oz in order to get back to my own twisted, real world? And, I'm supposed to take the yellow brick road to the Emerald City to see him, right?"

"Um…no. If I were you, I'd take the red brick road to see the lesser JW. His brother."

OK, I must be dreaming. But, it's sad that I still can't get any respect even in my own dreams. I need to wake up.

A swirling mass of black smoke formed beside Dean. The smoke solidified itself into a man with glowing yellow eyes.

The demon! Dean reached for his gun, although he knew it wouldn't work against the demon.

The demon glared at him. "Dean. We meet again. You killed my family. I'll get you, my handsome, and your little car too!" The demon disappeared in a swirl of black smoke.

Dean looked back at Mary. "The red brick road?" She nodded. "OK. C'mon, Impala. Heel, I guess."

The mini-Impala revved her engine and followed him.

Dean took a deep breath and walked down the road.

TBC

A/N: If you're wondering about the red brick road, in "TWoO," there's red brick surrounding the yellow brick road in Munchkinland. Why, yes. I have seen "TWoO" multiple times. Why do you ask? I've always wondered what would have happened if Dorothy took that road instead of the yellow one.