Slumber Party Part 2

Dean carried Charlie to his bed and lied her down. "Charlie?"

Angela put Grace in the pack-and-play. She walked back over to the bed and brushed the hair out of Charlie's face. "Charlie? Please, Charlie."

"Angie! Dean!" Sam yelled from the hallway.

"Zeke!" Dean whipped around.

Sam entered the doorway but immediately his eyes flashed blue.

"You have to help her." Dean pleaded.

"She's gone," Ezekiel replied.

"No." Angela shook her head. "You can bring her back like you did with Cas."

"I cannot keep doing that, Angela." Ezekiel sighed.

"Why the hell not?!" she snapped.

"I am barely back to half-strength. Every time I use my power, it weakens me, which means I will have to stay in Sam longer than you want—longer than we all want." Ezekiel explained. "The witch running around your bunker is very powerful. I can help with the witch or save your friend."

"Save her," Dean replied immediately.

"As you wish." The angel nodded.

Ezekiel approached Charlie and placed two fingers on her forehead. She gasped and sat up as Ezekiel fell to the ground unconscious.

"Merry Christmas." Charlie breathed.

"Charlie?" Dean asked concernedly as Angela went to check on Sam.

"Uh. Hey, I know you." Charlie muttered.

Dean sighed in relief. "I told you to stay in the dungeon."

"Bet you say that to all the girls."

Suddenly, Sam jolted awake. "Angie? Dean?"

"Hey, baby." Angela knelt next to him.

"Sammy?" Dean looked over at his brother.

Sam's brows furrowed. "What the hell just happened?"

"The witch—the witch was about to put a whammy on me, and, uh, Charlie jumped in front. She got zapped, then the witch got the drop on you." Dean explained.

"Then why aren't we dead?"

"That's a good question." Dean nodded.

"I, uh—I clipped her with a—with a poppy bullet," Angela added. "She got the key. I think she's gone."

"No," Dorothy replied as she walked into the room. "She's wounded. We should still have some time. She could still be in the air vents."

Charlie tried to get up from the bed, still woozy. "No. No, no. She's right. We—we have to—we—

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean steadied her.

"Just go," Dorothy instructed. "We'll catch up."

Charlie gestured to Sam. "M-my gun's over there. There's one bullet in it."

Sam grabbed the gun, and Angela stopped him before he could leave.

"Be safe." She leaned up and kissed him softly.

"You too." Sam murmured before he left with Dean.

"Can we be best friends now?" Charlie asked Dorothy.

~/~\~

The brothers walked down the hallway with their guns drawn, looking for the witch.

"Who's Zeke?" Sam asked out of nowhere.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"When I came into your room, before I got zapped, I thought you said the name, Zeke," Sam replied. "Who's that?"

"Um… I think you're still a little punchy, man. Just keep moving."

~/~\~

Charlie sat on the bed, and Angela sat next to her with Grace in her arms. Dorothy knelt in front of Charlie.

"I had the weirdest dream when I was out," Charlie muttered. "It was Christmas, and my parents were still alive, and—

"Dream?" Dorothy interrupted. "Charlie, you died. Don't worry about it, though. You're not a real hunter until you've died and come back again."

"That's true." Angela nodded in agreement.

"Slow down," Charlie frowned. "One, Angie you're gonna have to explain that. Two, why would you think I died?"

"Heaven—it's your dream life. And if you were zapped by the Wicked Witch, instant death. I would know." Dorothy explained. "She killed me, too."

"Okay. Let's rewind here a bit." Charlie stopped her. "When did you die?"

"In Oz," Dorothy replied. "My father was obsessed with his work as a Man of Letters, and then I was born… and nothing changed. He would keep his work a secret, but I was such a curious kid. I was always looking for trouble, looking for the next big adventure."

"I know the feeling." Charlie chuckled.

"I stowed away on one of his cases, wound up in the emerald city, accidentally got left behind," Dorothy explained. "It was terrifying."

"What happened?" Angela asked curiously.

"I met up with these three freedom fighters, and they thought I was this child of destiny chosen to kill the Wicked Witch. They protected me, and then the witch turned them into—

"A scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion?" Charlie raised her brows.

Dorothy nodded and sighed. "And then she hunted me down and killed me."

"Yeah, that never made it to the books," Charlie muttered.

Dorothy smirked. "Sometimes real life is darker than fiction."

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"Why haven't you moved in?" Dean asked as the combed the main room.

"Is now really the time for this, Dean?" Sam sighed.

"Well, just asking." He shrugged. "Angie seems like she wants to move in."

"Look, I never had what you had with mom and dad, okay?"

Dean's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't have any memories of home," Sam replied. "And whenever I've tried to make a home of my own, it really hasn't ended well."

"Yeah, but a lifetime of abandoned buildings and crappy motel rooms. I mean, this is about as close to home as we're gonna get, and it's ours."

~/~\~

The three women walked down the hallway. Angela now had Grace in the papoose carrier.

"And what about the books?" Angela asked curiously.

Dorothy rolled her eyes. "Revisionist history. That's my father's way of trying to undo what had happened to me. But I knew the truth. When the witch came to our world, I became a hunter, and my father wrote those silly books."

"Don't you get it?" Charlie sighed. "The books aren't silly. They're guidebooks filled with clues he left for you. Haggerty pored through each one, and his research led him to uncover the poppies, so maybe there's something else from the books we can use, preferably something with a pointy end."

Dorothy lit up and something dawned on her. "You are a genius!"

"Of course she is." Angela grinned at her best friend.

"We've got to get to the garage!" Dorothy exclaimed.

Charlie looked at Angela in shock. "There's a garage in this place?!"

"Don't look at me." She shrugged. "I didn't know."

~/~\~

"Clear. I got nothing." Sam noted. "What do you think? Is she gone?"

Dean turned around to see the witch grab Sam and almost shoot green lightning at him.

"Sam!"

Dean rushed to them and knocked all three of them over the table. Before they could recover the witch placed her hands on their foreheads, causing their eyes to flash green.

"Find the girls…" the witch said through Sam.

"And kill them." The witch said through Dean.

~/~\~

Dorothy turned on the lights and looked around the garage, spotting an old motorcycle. "Yes! I knew those boy scouts would keep it for me."

The girls rushed over to the bike and Dorothy started to take items out of the saddle bag. She held up a tin mask.

"Is that…?" Angela trailed off.

"Yeah." Dorothy grimaced. "He didn't make it."

"Ooh," Charlie muttered.

Dorothy put down the mask and continued digging through the bag. "Please be here. Please be here. Yes!" she pulled out a pair of ruby high heels.

"I don't believe it." Charlie's eyes widened. "Did you really walk down a brick road in these?"

"No." Dorothy shook her head. "I never actually wore them. Seemed kind of tacky wearing a dead woman's shoes. Plus, I'm no good in heels, you know?"

"I don't suppose we could just wish her away?" Angela asked hopefully.

"Sorry. Another thing the books got wrong." Dorothy replied. "But, like the poppies, these have magic from Oz—sharp magic."

"Oh. Death by shoe?" Charlie nodded.

"There you are," Dean said from behind.

Charlie turned around to see the brothers and grinned. "Was that your Batman voice?"

Suddenly, the brothers' eyes flashed green. Charlie frowned immediately.

"That's definitely not your Batman voice."

"It's her." Dorothy breathed. "She possessed the both of them."

"I missed you, my pretty," Sam smirked evilly at Dorothy.

"Killing you a second time will be just as sweet as the first," Dean added.

"Guys, I know you're in there." Angela tried to stop them. "You can't let the witch do this! If she opens the door, she's going to destroy Oz!"

Sam grabbed Angela by the shoulders and smashed her into a glass window. "I have no intention of escaping to Oz. I'm going to bring my armies here."

"Baby, please," Angela begged as Grace started crying from the papoose. "I know you're in there. You don't want to hurt us!"

"Don't worry," Sam smirked. "You'll join Dorothy and your friend right after you watch them die."

Angela pursed her lips. "Forgive me for this, Sammy." She muttered before kicking him between the legs.

Sam doubled over in pain and Angela managed to escape. Dorothy threw the ruby high heels at Angela and Charlie.

"Go!" she exclaimed. "I'll buy you some time."

Charlie and Angela left and Dorothy turned to face the possessed brothers.

"Alright." She smirked. "Let's see what you pencil necks are made of."

~/~\~

Dorothy stood up, beaten and bloody. "Alright, let's do this the old-fashioned way."

"My body cannot hurt you, Dorothy," Sam noted.

"But theirs can," Dean added.

Sam grabbed Dorothy and Dean held the demon knife to her throat.

~/~\~

The Wicked Witch suddenly when stiff and she turned around. Angela and Charlie stood behind her and a ruby high hell was stuck in the witch's head.

"Now heel," Charlie smirked as she jabbed the second heel into the witch's face.

~/~\~

The Winchesters' eyes flashed green, breaking the spell. Sam immediately let Dorothy go.

"What the hell just happened?" he breathed.

"Charlie and Angela." Dorothy grinned.

~/~\~

Charlie and Angela managed to close the heavy door before the flying monkeys could get through. Charlie opened the door after a few moments, just to make sure, and the girls just saw an empty hallway. They heard the others making their way back into the room.

"Ding-dong, bitches." Charlie grinned at the brothers.

"Nice of you to join us," Angela added as Grace started to settle down.

~/~\~

Sam put Crowley back in the neck cuffs. He then set a new piece of paper and the crayon back on the table and turned to leave the room.

"Really, after all I did with Ms. Defying Gravity?" Crowley scoffed.

Sam just turned off the lights and closed the doors behind him.

~/~\~

Sam held Grace in one arm as he, Angela, and Charlie walked into the garage. Dorothy and Dean stood next to the Impala.

"Baby looks good in here, huh?" Dean smirked.

"Not bad." Sam grinned.

Charlie motioned her head to the side. "Dean, Angela…"

"Dorothy," Sam started. "I, uh—I found something in the archives. Pretty sure it belongs to you."

Sam handed Dorothy a copy of 'The Wonderful World of Oz.'

Dorothy smiled. "You have no idea how odd it is having a series of books written about you."

"Actually, I-I do know," Sam chuckled. "Uh, and it is definitely weird. But you know what? End of the say, it's our story, so we get to write it."

Dean, Angela, and Charlie stood a few feet away.

"So, thanks for the slumber party…" Charlie trailed off.

"Mm." Dean hummed.

"And bringing me back from the dead." Charlie lowered her voice.

"Uh, we didn't." Dean scoffed.

"She knows, Dean," Angela replied.

"Am I a zombie now?" Charlie asked concernedly. "Do I need to eat brains?"

Dean sighed heavily. "No, no, no. You're you. You're gonna be fine, alright? Just, um—just keep this between us, okay?"

"Alright, but only 'cause you guys raised me from the dead," Charlie huffed. "Which you're going to have to explain to me later."

"Of course." Angela agreed.

They walked over to rejoin Sam and Dorothy. Sam adjusted Grace in his arms, who gripped a piece of his hair.

"Not bad for a bunch of librarians," Dorothy smirked. "You mind keeping an eye on my bike for me?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dean nodded. "As long as you don't mind me taking it for a spin once in a while."

"Deal. Thank you for everything. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a rebellion to finish." She replied before turning to Charlie. "So, you coming or what?"

Charlie's eyes widened. "What? With you? To Oz?"

"Yeah." Dorothy nodded. "You said you were looking for adventure. Well, here it is, Red. Come help me find my damn dog."

Dean looked heavily concerned. "You have no idea what's in Oz! I mean, t-there's flying monkeys, armies of witches. There's all kinds of danger."

Charlie lit up. "Promise?"

She jumped to hug Dean, who immediately hugged her back. She then went and hugged Angela.

"I'm gonna go crazy without you." Angela joked as she hugged Charlie back.

"I'm gonna miss you, Angie." Charlie smiled softly before going to hug Sam.

"If you need anything, just, uh, tap your heels three times, okay?" Sam smiled.

Grace reached out for Charlie, and she immediately took Grace from Sam.

"I'm gonna miss you most of all." Charlie smiled at her niece.

Grace giggled and clutched Charlie's shirt with her tiny hands.

"Take care of yourselves." She murmured to the hunters as she handed Grace back to Sam.

Dorothy and Charlie turned and inserted the key into the double doors at the end of the garage. They pushed it open to reveal a beautiful landscape with a yellow-brick road running through it. They walked into Oz and turned to wave goodbye. The doors closed behind them. Dean, Sam, and Angela pushed the doors back open to reveal an underground tunnel.

"Think she'll be back?" Dean asked wistfully.

Sam held Grace in one arm and wrapped the other arm around Angela's waist. "Of course. There's no place like home."

Angela smiled up at her husband and rested her head on his shoulder. Dean just smiled softly.

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry, this chapter is going up a little late, I had to work until 11 p.m. I really hope that you guys liked it! Also, I'm officially on winter break, so I'm going to be doing a lot of writing :) Don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback is so important. Love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily