I know there's a place you walked, Where love falls from the trees. My heart is like a broken cup, I only feel right on my knees

Who Are You? -The Who


"NO!" Castiel ripped himself away from Emma and back to his own body with such force that Georgette actually fell backwards from the whiplash.

"What happened?" She demanded as she scrambled back up.

Castiel didn't answer, he spread his wings and flew as fast as he could to Topeka. He sped through the whole city trying to find Dean and Sam, with no luck. After the second sweep through the city he forced himself to stop. He pulled his phone out, ignored the call from Gary, and opened up the App that let him find Dean's and Sam's phones. Ten seconds later he saw that they were not in Topeka at all but Junction City.

"Damn it!"

He silenced his phone and shoved it back in his pocket before taking off again. He went straight to the neighborhood the GPS showed and spotted the Impala, then Dean and landed right next to him.

"Cas? What are you doing here?"

He ignored Dean, Sam was down on the ground trying to help the injured Charlie, and Charlie was looking at the house and speaking to someone.

"No, I do not want you to burn it down."

Standing on the front porch of the house, holding the Key to Oz out to the front door, was Emma. At least it had to be Emma, she was wearing an emerald green tunic with a cowl pulled up over her head, that, along with the shadows, was obscuring her face.

"Fine, take care of the bodies your own way." Something was off about her voice, it sounded scratchy. And she was about to open a doorway to Oz and leave.

"No, wait!" Castiel flew the short distance to her and grabbed the hand holding the key. "Where are you going? Why are you leaving?" He demanded.

Emma was looking at him like he was insane, at least that's what he thought, it was hard to tell with all the blood and mud covering her face. "Aaah, I'm going home, and 'cause I'm not welcome here by Rocket."

"What? Who's Rocket? Are you in trouble?"

"No, but you're about to be if you don't let go of me."

Dean approached them, he'd put his gun away at least. "Cas, what are you doing? Why don't you want her to leave?"

Castiel didn't let go of Emma when he turned to Dean, "Why do you want her to leave?" he asked incredulously.

"Ah, 'cause she's a menace."

"Yes, I am." Emma jerked the hand Castiel was holding up then out to break his hold. She then swung at his face, he just managed to block the punch along with the follow up jab. He didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't want to hurt her. He moved into her space, grabbed her arm again and pushed her up against the side of the house. She said a few strange words to him, he didn't recognize the language but he was pretty sure she was calling him something unkind. He grabbed her other arm and held her wrists against the wall to either side of her head. She continued to fight against him even though his size and angel strength gave him the upper hand.

"Stop," he was only and inch from her face as he growled out the command. She stopped struggling, opting to just glare at him instead.

"Let go of me, now." Her voice was pitched low and dangerous. Up close he could see red marks around her throat, like she had been strangled. It was probably why her voice sounded scratchy.

"No, I'm not going to let you leave again." He told her desperately.

"Again?"

"I don't know what happened between you and Dean or this Rocket guy, but you don't have to go. You can stay here, with me." The horrible tight feeling that had been in his chest since he realized she was going to go back to Oz was growing as he saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

"You want me to stay? With you?" She sounded like she doubted his sincerity.

"Yes."

"Oookaay, any particular reason why?" Emma asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Castiel opened his mouth to respond, a flood of reasons were going through his head, overwhelming him. He had to choose what to say, he had to make her understand how much she meant to him. She was looking at him expectantly, so he gave up trying to figure out what to say and just kissed her.

Emma let out a muffled noise of surprise, then she was kissing him back and the horrible tight feeling was replaced by a warm glow. Or maybe the warm glow had always been there, ever since the first day he'd met Emma, he just hadn't noticed it until now.

From the lawn he heard Dean say, "What the hell?" and Sam's, "I don't know" reply.

He reluctantly pulled away from Emma.

"Okay, you convinced me," she said with a crooked smile.

Relief washed over Castiel.

"Cas, do you know her?" Dean demanded.

Ah, it made sense now. "It's Emma." he pulled the cowl back and used a touch of power to clean the dirt from her face.

Emma laughed, "That tickled."

Sam and Dean were staring at her in shock. "Emma? What the hell?" Dean asked again.

"Whose Emma?" Charlie whispered to Sam.

"Long story," he replied.

"Actually, it's just Em."

Castiel looked back at Emma, "What?"

"Well, technically the full title is The Emerald Lady, but Em works fine."

"I, what?"

"My name," Emma explained slowly, "it's not Emma. Just thought I should clarify that, since we're getting upclose and personal here."

"No, your name is Emma."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"I'm pretty sure I know what my own name is."

"It is obvious that you don't."

"Okay, timeout you two." Dean came up onto the porch. "Cas, give her some space."

He hadn't realized he was still pressing her up against the house, he let go of her and stepped back.

Emma just shrugged, "I wasn't complaining." And she winked at Castiel.

Dean cleared his throat, "Right, look, the thing is you look exactly like someone we've been looking for."

"I see," Emma shrugged again. "Well I'm not her. Sorry, but I've lived my whole life in Oz and I don't know any of you people. Except Charlie. And I'd be happy to get to know this one," she hooked a thumb in Castiel's direction. He felt himself blush.

Dean pointedly ignored the last comment. "See, we've dealt with the whole memory loss thing before so you could still be the person we're looking for."

Emma folded her arms across her chest."But I'm not."

Dean spread his hands out, "There's any easy way to tell. The person we're looking for, Emma, she has a very distinctive scar on her right wrist."

Emma stilled, an odd look passing over her face. "A scar?"

"Yes," Dean went on, trying to be as disarming as possible. "It looks kinda like the stick figure of a guy and , um, there's some other thing, and, ah. Yeah, I don't remember exactly what it looks like. Sammy, little help."

Sam left Charlie and came up to the porch. "It looks like this." He pulled a pen from his pocket and drew the Amazon's symbol on the side of the house.

Emma tilted her head to the side as she looked at it. "Huh."

"Do you have that symbol on your wrist?" Sam asked, indicating her right wrist.

Emma's wrists were covered with tightly laced leather bracers. "Maybe." She hedged, trying to casually cross her arms behind her back.

Dean gave her a slightly annoyed look. "If you've got that mark on your arm then you're the one we've been looking for.

"So."

"So?"

"Yeah, so what? I don't remember you or ever being here. I do remember my whole life in Oz though, so it's probably just some big coincidence that I resemble this person you're looking for."

Castile couldn't believe this was happening. They had spent all this time and effort searching for Emma, now here she was, alive and well, and she didn't remember any of them. He'd had his own experience with memory loss, but this was different, she thought she remembered everything. It was a trick angels often used when they didn't want someone to remember

something, take the real memories and replace them with new ones. Thus the person didn't realize they had forgotten anything. The only problem was that if someone knew the truth they could poke holes in the fake memories, which, it was becoming apparent, was what they were going to have to do for Emma.

Before any of them could say anymore on the subject, Charlie spoke up from where she was still propped up on the law. "Hey guys? Don't mean to interrupt, whatever this is, but I'm kinda still bleeding and in pain over here."

"Crap!" Dean and Sam immediately jogged back over to her. "Cas, would you mind?" But Castiel was following before Dean could even ask for his help. He placed two fingers on Charlie's forehead, she had several lacerations, a broken arm, bruised ribs, and a mild case of carpal tunnel. In a moment she was healed of everything.

"Whoa," Charlie blinked up at him, a look of excitement growing, "Cas? As in Castiel, Cas?"

"Charlie, Cas." Sam gestured between them, "Cas, Charlie."

Castiel suddenly found himself wrapped in a tight hug. He was a little shocked, he didn't ever remember someone being this excited to meet him.

Charlie released him when Sam's phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket and looked down at the screen, "It's Gary." He answered and stepped away so he could talk to the other hunter. Castiel realized in the confusion with Emma not remembering them, he'd forgotten completely about Gary and the amazons. He pulled his own phone out, it was still on silent and there were multiple missed calls and texts.

"That was pretty cool." Emma had come up next to him and was leaning over his shoulder to inspect Charlie. "How did you do that?" She asked.

Castiel realized that now was the perfect time to start poking holes in the fake memories. "I'm an angel."

Emma grinned and winked at him, "Yeah ya are."

He suppressed a sigh. "I'm an actual angel."

Emma frowned, "You mean like from heaven?"

Castiel smiled, "I thought you'd never been here before?"

"I haven't."

"Then how do you know about angels and heaven?"

Emma scowled, "You're not going to give this thing up, are you?"

"I could never give up on you."

Emma looked slightly shocked at his statement. He wondered if anywhere in the fake memories, someone had believed in her as much as she deserved. She quickly composed herself,gave him a look of annoyance, then turned and walked a few feet away.

"What exactly is the story here?" Charlie asked Dean. "Who do you think she is?"

Dean ran a hand over his face, "She's, um, she's my daughter."

Charlie stared at Dean. "Your daughter?"

Dean just nodded.

Charlie continued to stare. "But the only kid you ever had was Ben."

"Ben's not my-"

"Holy Crap!" Charlie's eyes had gone wide. "Emma! Emma the kid you had with the amazon skank!"

"I would refrain from calling Lydia that to her face," Castiel advised.

Charlie either didn't hear him or didn't care. She just continued talking to Dean. "She's dead, Sam shot her after she tried to kill you." Castiel remembered Sam telling him that Chuck Shirley had published more stories about them, and Charlie had read them. "Did she escape from purgatory?" Charlie suddenly gasped then punched Dean on the arm. "What are you doing with her? She tried to kill you!"

"Ow! Geez, calm down, it wasn't her."

"What?"

"The girl that Sam killed, the one sent to kill me, it wasn't her." Dean gestured at Emma.

Charlie punched Dean again, "How many amazon kids do you have? Seriously Dean, you need to learn to keep it in your pants."

"Would you stop hitting me!"

At this point Castiel decided to intervene for Dean's arm's sake. "Dean only has one child. After Emma was born, the Queen had her switched with another girl to keep her safe, since it seemed Dean was figuring things out. So, in fact, Emma never tried to kill Dean, it was the girl pretending to be her that Sam shot and killed."

"Oh, okay." Charlie digested the information. "So how did the real Emma come into play?"

Dean was still rubbing his arm and had inched away from Charlie. Castiel took this to mean he didn't want to try to explain the next part. "Emma left the amazons," Castiel explained to Charlie, "Amazons are able to tap into their souls more than others, be influenced by the parts that came from their parents. The part of her soul that came from Dean began to exert a greater influence over her. She began to disagree with the Queen more until she was ordered to hunt Dean down and kill him. Instead Emma chose to go into hiding."

Charlie turned to Dean, "So that's when you found out the truth?"

"No," Dean said, taking another step away from Charlie, "She stayed away from me. Guess she thought it was a risk."

Charlie looked upset again, Dean inched away a little more, "But, if she was good why would you try to hurt her?"

Dean looked guiltily over at Emma, Castiel remembered how Emma and Dean's first meeting ended with Emma pulling a gun on Dean and Sam. "I didn't know she was good," Dean tried to explain. "Plus she was worried that the amazons would be expecting her to go to us."

"Which was true," Castiel pointed out.

Charlie was looking a little confused, "So how did you meet up with her, or is this the first time? You said you'd been looking for her."

"We have been, but we knew her before she disappeared. Actually Cas was the one who found her. Or she found you, I guess."

"We kind of found each other then had to run from vampires."

"Run from vampires?" Charlie repeated.

"Yes, I was human at the time so the peril was very real."

"Right," Charlie nodded, "Sam told me about you losing your grace. But wait," Charlie placed a hand on her previously broken arm, "you healed me. You're an angel again? When did this happen?"

"A few months ago. Emma broke into heaven and got my grace back for me."

"So that's when you knew she was good."

"I knew she was good before that," Castiel said. "I believe for Dean and Sam it was after she cured Dean from being a demon and removed the Mark of Cain off of him."

Dean winched. Charlie just gave him a stern look. "You and I are having a conversation later," she told him, then turned back to Castiel. "You said you lost her, what happened?"

"She was in a fight with another amazon, badly injured, then she suddenly disappeared. We have been trying to find her since." Castiel glanced over at Emma again, he wanted to talk to her, but she appeared to be doing her best to ignore everyone.

Sam finally got off the phone and came over. "Okay, I explained what's going on to Gary, then I had to explain it all to Lydia. Needless to say, she's upset. They're only about fifteen minutes away so I said we'd meet them at a motel that's not too far from here." Sam glanced over at Emma, "And if we don't have Emma with us, Lydia promised horrible deaths. And I don't think she was joking."

"Who's Lydia?" Charlie asked.

"The skank," Dean replied.

Sam gave him a long suffering look. "Anyways, how are we going to convince Emma to come with us."

"Cas, go kiss her again."

Castiel felt himself go red at Dean's suggestion. Fortunately he was saved from responding by Charlie.

"Let me try to talk to her, you know, since she's known me longer than five minutes. Well, as far as she can remember."

They watched as Charlie went over to Emma and began to talk quietly with her. Castiel listened in as they spoke.

"You were listening?" Charlie asked Emma.

"Of course I was, that's why you made sure they were telling you all that stuff while I was nearby." Emma huffed.

"So what do you think?"

"I think you should have sent the angel over, then I would actually be enjoying this."

Charlie chuckled, "Well sounds like you guys have a history."

Emma just hummed.

Charlie pressed on, "So are you going to come with us? I guess were meeting up with your mom next."

This was the wrong thing to say as Emma immeditaly stiffened, then leaned forward, whispering harshly. "My mother is dead along with my father, you know that, they both died in the war."

"But what if they didn't, what if these guys are right and the things you think you remember aren't real?" Charlie asked softly. "Isn't it worth it to find out?"

"I can't hold on to hope Charlie, I just can't. It makes you weak."

Castiel frowned, this was a very un-Emma like attitude.

They were both quiet for a moment.

"What are they saying?" Dean asked. Castiel just gestured for him to remain silent.

Finally Charlie spoke up again. "Can I see your wrist?"

Emma ran her left hand over her right wrist for a moment, then she seemed to come to a decision. She began to untie the leather until she was able to pull it off, then she held out the

wrist for Charlie to see. The light was too dim, and Charlie had moved to block his view, so he couldn't see if the scar was there or not.

"What if it's just a coincidence?" Emma asked, her voice sounded hesitant, and a little sad. The scar must be there, Castiel was sure of it.

"What if it's not?" Charlie asked in return. "Besides, you owe me one, you know, since you broke my arm and all."

Emma snorted, "Evil you had it coming, you kept hitting me in my shoulder. Besides, it was only broken for like ten minutes, you hardly suffered."

"So not the point."

Emma heaved a long sigh, "Fine. But you're coming with me, I refuse to be left alone with Rocket and Groot."

Charlie laughed, "Those aren't actually their names, I just called them that as a nickname. Rocket and Groot are two fictional characters that are never separated from each other and go around causing mayhem but in the end usually end up doing a lot of good."

That was a pretty accurate description of Dean and Sam.

"Can I keep calling the short one Rocket?" Emma wondered.

"Only if you want him to keep getting that annoyed look on his face."

"Yes it is then."

Charlie laughed again, then hooked an arm through Emma's and began to lead her back over to them. "Guess who's coming with us," she called as they aproached.

Castiel saw Dean's shoulders drop in relief. "Great." He clapped his hands together. "Charlie you wanna follow us? Emma, I mean, um," Dean faltered.

But Emma just rolled her eyes, "Just call me Emma, doubt I'd be able to stop you anyway."

"Okay, Emma, you wanna ride with Charlie I assume."

Castiel opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by a quick look from Sam that said not to make an issue of it.

"You assume correct."

"Great," Dean said again. "We'll take care of the bodies then go."

"We only need to bury the Wizard," Sam told Dean, "Clive shot himself."

"Bury?" Emma looked confused.

Charlie turned to her, "We need to hide the body so the local, um, guards, I guess, don't come looking for a murderer."

"That seems like a lot of unnecessary work. Why not just dissolve it if you don't want to burn the place down?" Emma asked.

Castiel had no idea what she meant by dissolve.

"You mean, like with acid?" Sam asked.

Charlie shook her head, "No, she's talking about something they use in Oz. It's a powder that, when sprinkled over a dead body, it speeds up decomposition so that the whole body just dissolves in a few minutes, even the bones. It's super creepy to watch. Do you have the powder with you?" she asked Emma.

"Of course," Emma reached in to the green jacket she wore and pulled out a bag of bright pink powder. "Want me to take care of it?"

"Please," Charlie pleaded.

Emma just laughed and went across the lawn and up into the house. She returned only a minute later. "All done with the creepy stuff. Left the other guy, wiped the gun down and put it back in his hand."

"You wiped it down?" Charlie cocked her head to the side.

"Yeah, so there won't be any other fingerprints."

"Huh," Charlie said.

"What?" Emma demanded.

"Oh nothing," Charlie said keeping her voice light, "Just that checking for fingerprints isn't really a thing in Oz."

Emma scowled at her, "Don't make me break your other arm."


They drove to the motel, Castiel kept looking out the rear window of the Impala to make sure Charlie and Emma were still following. He was also listening into their conversation again, Charlie was telling Emma the story of how she first met Sam and Dean. Which led to a conversation about leviathans.

"It'll be okay Cas." Castiel turned around to see Dean watching him through the rearview mirror. "We'll find a way to get her memories back. We've done it before, right?"

"Not always," he replied. He could only see Dean's eyes, but the questioning look still came through. "You helped me get my memories back," Castiel explained, "but I believe it was designed to happen that way. And I knew I was suffering from memory loss. In Emma's case she's had her memories replaced. In other instances where that has happened, usually the one who took the memories is the one who is needed to restore them. We will be able to help her realize she is missing memories, but I don't think we can help her get them back in any way, other than figuring out who did this and get them to reverse it."

"So that's what we'll do," Sam said, firmly. "We'll figure out who did this to her. I mean, she's an amazon, so it would have to be someone pretty powerful, right?" Castiel nodded. "And we already can cross Hephaestus and Harmonia off the list, cause why help us find her if they took her in the first place."

"What else would be powerful enough to do this?" Dean asked.

Castiel thought for a second, "Any of the major gods or goddesses, archangels, Death or any of the other horsemen, a few of the more powerful witches might be able to do it, though it would have to be more than one working together."

"Well we can cross off the archangels cause they're all dead," Dean said. "And the other horsemen are missing their rings of power. Death could have been the one to snatch her from the fight, but why would he take her memory, he didn't last time."

"And how the hell did she end up in Oz?" Sam wondered. "Do you think the Wizard did it?"

"I don't think he had enough power to do that," Castiel said. "He might have been able to bring her to Oz, but not change her memories." He then decided to bring up something else, "She's still injured from her fight."

"Which fight?" Sam asked. "The one with Charlie?"

"No, I mean her fight with Madeleine. Her shoulder is still bothering her."

"Huh," Sam thought about this information. "So whoever took her didn't heal her."

"Maybe they didn't want her at full power," Dean offered.

"I don't know, Charlie told us that Emma, or The Emerald Lady, was well known for her fighting skills. She was like a lieutenant in the guard. And she was sent after Charlie. And since being a part of the guard was in the fake memories, we have to assume the person wanted her there."

"Maybe they couldn't heal her," Castiel said.

Dean scowled, "So they were powerful enough to pull her into Oz and change her memory, but not powerful enough to heal her."

"Exactly, changing memories and transportation are a different type of power. And many beings can have power but not the ability to heal." Castiel explained.

Sam nodded, "Makes sense, and it could narrow our search down. Let's wait and see what Lydia has to say, she might know something we don't."

Dean only tensed slightly at the mention of the amazon.

They pulled up into the motel to see Lydia and the other two amazons waiting for them.

"Where is she," Lydia demanded when she didn't see Emma in the Impala.

"Relax," Dean told her as they got out, "she's right behind us with our friend."

Charlie was already pulling up next to the Impala and Emma was clearly visible in the front seat. Lydia gave a jerky nod. Castiel felt sorry for her, it was hard enough for him, with Emma not remembering him. How much harder would it be to know your own daughter didn't remember you.

Emma and Charlie got out of the little car. Emma was watching the other amazons warily.

"So, should we get some rooms?" Dean asked. "Not together, obviously."

Lydia didn't answer, instead she looked over at Georgette. The dark skinned girl looked unhappy about something, then Castiel noticed the blood on her hand.

"Dean!" He cried out in warning. Dean immediately reached for his gun, and Sam was quick to follow, but it was too late. Castiel watched helplessly as Georgette slammed shut the door of their car, revealing the angel banishing glyph painted on it. She slammed her bloody hand onto it. Right before he was hit by the force of it, he saw Lydia and May shoot Sam and Dean.


"Hey buddy, wake up."

Castiel felt someone gently patting the side of his face.

"Come on man, don't be dead."

He tried to ask the person to leave him alone, but he couldn't make his voice work.

"Should I call 911?" A second voice was talking now.

"Maybe, he's not waking up." The first voice said.

Castiel was confused. Where was he? Why did he feel like his entire body was on fire? The only other time he felt this bad was when he was forcefully banished.

He gasped. His eyes flew open and he sat up. There was a yell of surprise next to him, he ignored it and quickly got to his feet, looking around, trying to figure out where he was. It was daytime, which was disturbing, since last he remembered it had been night.

"You okay man?"

Castiel turned to the two men who were watching him, looks of concern on their faces. They were dressed only in running shorts, they didn't even have shoes on. Castiel looked around again and realized he was on a beach, which explained the lack of shoes. But he was still too disoriented to figure out exactly where he was. At least not on his own. "Where am I?" He asked the men.

"Venice Beach," the one on the right answered.

California, he was all the way in California, and it was morning. Early morning by the position of the sun, but California's sunrise was later than Kansas'. He pulled out his phone but a quick glance showed him that it had been ruined by the burst of power that sent him here. "Do either of you have a phone I could borrow for a moment?"

The man on the right pulled a thin phone out of a hidden pocket in his shorts. Castiel thanked him then dialed Dean's number.

"Hello?"

"Dean."

"Cas! Where the hell are you?"

"In California. Are you and Sam okay? I thought I saw you get shot." The two men's eyes widened.

"Yeah, with tranq guns, they got Charlie too. We only woke up a few hours ago."

"What about Emma, is she okay?"

Castiel didn't like the way Dean paused before answering.

"They took her Cas," Dean said finally. "She's gone."


The conversation between Charlie, Dean, and Cas was a lot longer than I planned it originally. But I figured it would be a good time to recap what happened in Angels and Amazons. Plus, writing Charlie punching Dean repeatedly was fun. :)
Also, the kiss was something I've thought about for a long time, mostly about whether or not i should hook up Cas and Emma. I wanted to but was unsure how that would be received. After a couple of comments I got from you guys, I decided to take the chance. Please let me know what you think, I love positive comments. -JJ