When Dipper finally fell asleep, he was surprised to see his dreams take him to Bill's nightmare. Not that it was much of a nightmare, more like an eerie place created by Bill that could probably kill you in eight different ways before you made a single movement or uttered a single word. Fortunately for Dipper, the 'mindscape', for lack of a better word, didn't seem to want to annihilate him and Bill was nowhere to be seen. At least, it looked that way until a resounding roar rang throughout the space.

"You!" Bill appeared; big, red and glowing, in front of him. "How dare you banish me after all the help I gave you last night? Do you have any idea what this could have done to the realization of our plans? Of course you don't; you barely have a grasp of the infinite forces controlling your puny point of the enormous universe! You cannot begin to comprehend what you inflicted upon my astral projection, not even counting the fact that my core energy resides in your peanut!" Bill reached for Dipper's shoulders, but instead hit an invisible wall. This confused Dipper even more than Bill's speech already had.

"What the hell! What are you talking about?"

"You banished me from your mind! While it was just for the time you were awake, it still projected me thousands and thousands of layers deep inside the untouchable region of your subconscious. I could have suffocated in there and you wouldn't even have known!" Bill tried again to hit Dipper, swinging his fists around, each hitting the previous invisible barrier. "Take it down now so I can slaughter you and use your entrails for several brutal purposes."

"I wouldn't do it even if I knew what you were talking about." Bill continued to bring his arms, enlarged due to his size, down on Dipper; but he stopped as soon as the boy stopped speaking.

"You mean you don't know what forces you're dealing with? How you managed to figuratively bury me deep inside your subconscious?" Bill seemed to grow larger, as if this was possible.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about. Could get your ass back to normal size and explain to me what the fuck is going on?" Dipper was getting scared, and though this was just a dream, he knew Bill must have retained some of his power in the mindscape. His words seemed to force Bill back to his yellow and smaller size, though the red tint in his single eye was not gone as he began explaining.

"It appears you have gathered the power to push me away from your thoughts, at least when you're awake. This means I couldn't communicate with you at all, and now it seems I can't hit you either."

"So that's why you've been silent all day. I just thought you were mad at me for some stupid reason."

"Well now I'm mad, so if that was what you were looking for, great job, you found it!" Bill glowed red for a few seconds before going back to yellow.

"How can I change it back to normal? It's not that I mind being alone in my own thoughts, but I kind of need you to help me work the spell. Without you, I have no clue what to do, and obviously neither does Mabel."

"Did you finally convince her to join us? Or were you too incompetent to even utter a single word?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but Mabel has agreed to help. We might have to wait a few more days though."

"Obviously, you still need to gather the ingredients for the spell; or has your troubled single brain cell forgotten about that?" The insult didn't hurt Dipper as he had heard thousands like it before, but he had completely forgotten about the ingredients for the spell.

"No, of course I would never forget that." Dipper tried his best to sound convincing, and Bill seemed either to believe him or not care enough to bother with the truth.

"Good, because I don't know if you can find fairy wings anywhere around here. A crystal should be easy though, I'm pretty sure your father has some lying around in his mineral collection." Bill went silent for a moment and Dipper grabbed the opportunity to question him more about what he had done the day before.

"So, when I banished you, do you know how I did it?"

"If you don't know, there's nothing I can do to help you, kid. Those things are not exactly rigid spells. It's more 'you want it, you wish for you hard enough, and you get it' kind of spell. I think you're capable of figuring those out on your own, although I might rethink that since you look clueless."

"I guess I just wanted you to leave me alone, but I wish for that on a daily basis so how come it worked just this once?"

"The simple explanation would dictate that I am more vulnerable in this niche of your mind in which we are now. This is the region of your incompetent brain that I have claimed for the purpose of my existence. I brought you here yesterday because I figured it would be easier for us to communicate that way. Lucky for you, you fucking bastard, this allowed your tiny magical abilities to push me out of here and into a confined place in your subconscious where I could do no damage, severing our communication link. But now I wouldn't mind if you could reverse that idiotic spell so we could continue with our plans!"

"I don't think that's such a good idea. You're pretty enraged now and I don't have time to mentally fight you tomorrow while Stan is here."

"Fez! Why didn't you tell me sooner? He has fairy wings, I'm sure of it! I'll wake you up now so you can tell him to bring about half a dozen." At the look of confusion on Dipper's face, Bill added "the spell doesn't exactly say how many we need. Okay, there you go."

Dipper awoke in his bed, the clock on his nightstand announcing 3:48 a.m. What the hell, Bill? The demon did not answer and Dipper judged it was because the spell was still up somehow. He grabbed his phone and started a text message to his great uncle.Bill may be a pain in the ass, but he is right about this. I don't know how I could get fairy wings any other way before the end of break. His message ran like this:

Hey Stan, I can't wait to see you! Sorry if this wakes you up, but could you bring half a dozen fairy wings tomorrow? You know, from your gift shop or maybe Ford's lab? Can't tell you what they're for yet, but I really need them. Thanks.

Dipper knew this didn't sound very convincing but he hoped his great uncle would comply with his request. He fell back to sleep a few seconds later without checking for the reply from Stan.

Bill didn't appear again in his dreams, and for this Dipper was thankful. He woke up the next morning feeling even better than he had the previous day, only to be reminded of the day's events by his phone's text message alert. Grabbing his phone, he looked at the reply Stan had given him earlier this morning.

You're lucky my brother had all sorts of weird things lying around. I found those wings you asked for (at least I think I did). I'm leaving Gravity Falls now and I should be at your parents' place midafternoon. See you soon, kiddo.

The clock on Dipper's phone indicated 11:25 a.m. After getting dressed, Dipper went downstairs to see how day would unfold. His parents were sitting in the living room, his father knitting what looked like a scarf and his mother reading a sci-fi novel. He found Mabel in the kitchen, half the counters already covered with edible glitter (at least he hoped it was edible).

"Dipper, you're awake! Back to those old sleeping habits, eh? You should help me with lunch now that you're up!"

"I don't think that would be wise, but then again I don't think letting you in the kitchen is wise at all; so I guess I can help minimize the damage." Mabel shoved him playfully, but Dipper slipped on one of the many puddles of glittery substances on the floor and fell painfully on his butt.

"Oops, sorry about that. I always forget how glitter is a surprisingly good weapon." Dipper got up with the help of the counter and joined Mabel.

"So, what are we cooking today?"