Okay, so I was really busy for the Holidays so I didn't get to post like planned...sorry...hope everone is enjoying the story!! Bambers;)

Chapter Two

"The Good Witch of the North?" Bobby uttered in clear disbelief.

"Yeah, Glinda." Ash let out a pathetic growl as he pawed at his whiskers. "When have you ever heard of a good witch with real magical powers before?"

"It's possible."

"But not likely." Ash took a sharp turn at the fork in the road, and gestured to the post in the corn field. "That's where Dean found Sam when we were here the last time." He chuckled as he mumbled, "Of course, people do go both ways."

"Were you this annoying the last time we were here?" Bobby grumbled as he glanced out the window and noticed a grove of apple trees. His gaze traveled from there to a small hill, and beyond it he saw the roof of an old wood cutter's cabin. "They found me over there," he mumbled to himself, suddenly remembering how Sam and Dean had banged on his chest and teased him when they found him rusted near a tree stump. "It's not possible . . . I wasn't here before."

"Oh, it's possible, Bobby." Ash grinned as he pulled off to the curb. "My theory is that only the person originally drawn into Oz by whatever means recalls it happening, and that's why we didn't remember it at first."

Bobby narrowed his sights on the cabin as he recalled the last time he was there.

"Oh, God, I wish I had a camera," Dean uttered, walking over to Bobby. Knocking on the tarnished full-metal gray suit Bobby was wearing, they heard a deep drumming noise echoing from inside. "Hey, Sammy you try."

Sam banged his fist on Bobby's stomach, and chuckled as the old hunter glared at him. "He's so gonna be pissed at us, but this is priceless," he said, banging on the Bobby's chest again.

Bobby stood unmoving, holding up an ax in his right hand, an oil funnel replacing his usual baseball cap. His face, including his scruffy beard, was painted silver to match the tin. "Oil can, you friggin' idiots." Bobby muttered, through closed lips.

Dean found the oil can sitting on a tree stump and quickly started oiling him. "Seems kinda fitting somehow that the Tin man should be Bobby."

"Why's that?" Sam asked, having a hard time keeping a straight face as Bobby wiggled his jaw back and forth.

"Well, he oils and lubes cars at the salvage yard for a living, and now we're greasin' him up."

"True, I'd say he's good for about the next three thousand miles or until it rains, whichever come first."

Bobby dropped the ax he was holding, and stretched out his arms and legs. "Which one of you two knuckleheads, is responsible for this?"

"I'm thinkin' it's Dorothy's fault," Sam said, pointing at Dean.

"Dean was right?" Bobby swung open the door and clanked out of the car and took a better look around.

"Well, in the movie only Dorothy remembered visiting Oz even though the others were there with her."

"They tricked me into saying lions and tigers and bears, oh my," Bobby grumbled as he got back in the car and slammed the door shut. "An' they tried to get me to sing the Tin Man song."

"Oh, that's nothing, they had me dipped for fleas," Ash chimed in as he scratched at his fur.

"Well, that's understandable."

Ash pulled back out onto the road, and they drove a while before he slowed the vehicle and came to a stop in front of an old white-washed cottage with a green thatched roof. "Remember how Dean kept trying to get the Wicked Witch to say, 'I'll get you my pretty an' your little dog, too', while Sam was dropping his stuffing all over the place cause he knew the witch was gonna throw a fireball at him." Ash snorted a laugh, and Bobby joined in, chuckling softly as he recalled the incident.

"Oh, yeah, and Sam said we didn't have a dog, an' Dean told him you could pass for a scrawny little puppy." Bobby laughed all the harder, but Ash abruptly stopped chuckling and threw the car in drive.

"That part was so definitely not funny." He growled as he raced down the road. "An' I'm pretty sure he never called me a scrawny puppy."

"So where do we go first?" Bobby asked to change the subject. "The Emerald City or Winkie Land?"

Ash shrugged. "Emerald City, I guess."

As they drew closer to the shining emerald green city, snow began to fall thick and heavy. Ash flipped on the windshield wipers, but the fat swirling flakes covered the window as quickly as the wipers swatted them away. The Impala slid over the slick surface, and Ash eased up on the gas pedal, bringing the vehicle to a near crawl.

"You ruin Dean's car an' he'll kill you," Bobby warned as they slid toward a snowbank.

"Hey, I'm the King of the Forest," the Lion was quick to remind him as he maneuvered back onto the road. "Why would I be afraid of Dorothy?"

"Because he'll kill you if you put even a scratch on his car."

The winding road narrowed as they drove through the field of poppies, and a smirk crossed Bobby's features as he recalled Dean wrapping his arm around Ash as they slept in the poison poppies. "Do

you – "

"Don't say it," Ash uttered with a shake of his mane. "An' I won't mention you singing show tunes."

They pull up to the great wall that surround the city, killed the engine and got out of the Impala. Together they strode to the massive door and knocked on it. Within a few moments, a man with a huge, fluffy green hat open a circular hatch and popped his head out.

"State your business," the man uttered, twirling his thick, curling mustache around his finger.

"Horse of a different color repairmen," Ash replied without a moment's hesitation. "Apparently it's been stuck on pink all week so we need to change out some of the colored light bulbs."

"Colored light bulbs, you say?" The gatekeeper stroked his beard thoughtfully as both Bobby and Ash nodded.

"Yeah, an' don't tell anyone, but we're gonna put in twinkling multi-colored chaser lights for Christmas." Ash grinned as Bobby elbowed him in the stomach.

"Well, bust my buttons," the doorman exclaimed as he smacked his furry gloved hands together and rubbed them vigorously. "Multicolored Christmas lights. Why didn't you say that in the first place! Come on in." He slammed the window shut, and within a moment, the gate swung wide open.

"We don't need an escort," Ash said with a wave of his paw to dismiss the doorman as he fell in line to follow them. "An' besides, the horse is rather shy when he's getting his lights changed."

"Oh! Yes. Yes. Yes. Why didn't I think of that," the guard uttered, a blush blossoming bright on his cheeks. "Well, be about your business then." He scurried back to his post without another word.

"The horse is shy?" Bobby said with a shake of his tin head.

"Hey, it got rid of him, didn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Together, they strode through the city, trying to be as inconspicuous as a tin man and lion could be amongst a throng of green clad city dwellers. When they reached the great arched hallway leading to the wizard's chambers, they glanced back to make sure no one was watching and then slipped down the corridor.

Ash lifted a paw to his face and examined his claws for a moment, and then heaved a heavy sigh. "I should have gotten my claws clipped on the way here. It would've given me a certain air of savior faire in the merry old land of Oz." Rolling his eyes, Bobby cuffed Ash across the head. "What? It's not like you didn't know from last time that I'm a huge Oz fan. So how could I resist fitting a line in here or there?"

At the entrance to the ruler's chambers, another guard held up a hand to stop them. "State your business."

"We're here to see Dorothy," both Bobby and Ash uttered in unison.

"Orders are . . . nobody can see the Great Dorothy. Not nobody – not nohow."

"But we're friends of – " Bobby's voice abruptly died away as Ash slammed a paw into the guard's face, knocking him out cold.

"See," he gestured toward the fallen man, "Who's the King of the Forest now?"

"Well, your fur is still pooling around your feet," Bobby huffed as he pushed open the arched door, and they entered the massive chamber.

Both stopped short, and stared slack-jawed at the hunter sitting on a very ornate throne. Dressed in light blue overalls, puffy white shirt, and sparkling ruby boots, Dean was a picture of pure ridiculousness.

Ash lifted a paw and pointed toward Dean's head, and broke into a fit of laughter. "He – he's got blue ribbons in his hair."

"I see that." Bobby coughed to hide his chuckling. "Well, he's definitely Dorothy, I'll give him that much."

Ash leaned closer to Bobby and whispered, "Think he's under some kind of spell."

"No, I think he really likes dressing like a girl." Bobby cuffed Ash across the head. "Of course he's under a spell you knucklehead." They strode closer to Dean, and came to a halt at the stairway leading up to the throne. "Dean," Bobby called out, noticing how the eldest Winchester stared off into space as if he hadn't even seen them. "Snap out of it, boy!" His voice grew louder and more gruff when Dean still failed to respond.

"Maybe I should hit him." Ash raised both his paws, and circled them in front of himself as if preparing for a fight. "Put 'em up! Put 'em up! I'll fight you with one paw tied behind my back . . . I'll fight you standing on one foot." Lifting one hand a little higher, he high-fived it with the other. "See how I was able to work that line in there . . . you should really try an' get into this a little more yourself, Bobby."

"This is serious, Ash." Bobby turned a stern eye toward the lion. "We need to break that spell an' get out of here so we can rescue Sam."

"Well, I said I'd hit him, what more do you want from me?"

Together they walked up the steps, and came to stand before Dean. Ash waved a paw in front of him, but Dean didn't even blink. Grabbing a hold of his shoulder, Bobby shook him, yet he still didn't even seem to realize they were there.

"Dean's wearing girl's underwear," Ash uttered, and shrugged when Bobby glared at him. "Hey, he's wearing girl's clothes, so you never know it could be true."

"True." Bobby gave a subtle nod in agreement. "Dean, Ash crashed the Impala."

"What?" Ash exclaimed, taking a giant backward step, and nearly toppled down the stairs. "Are you purposely trying to get me killed?"

"I was trying to get him to snap out of it, an' I wasn't crazy enough to say I crashed his car."

Both fell silent, and paced back and forth as they tried to think of something that would break the enchantment Dean had fallen under. "Maybe he's like Snow White," Ash said as he paused in his paces, "An' someone needs to kiss him to wake him up."

"Yeah, good luck with doing that," Bobby muttered in aggravation.

"Hmmm . . . yeah, so definitely not a good idea." For several more minutes they silently paced, and then Ash spoke up again. "Dean, Sam called you a flying monkey with a really short tail."

Dean's hand abruptly snaked out and he gripped hold of Ash by the scruff of his fur. "Call me a winged monkey again, an' I'll make a lion skin rug out of you, Ash."

"Le' go of him, Dean," Bobby said, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the recognition in Dean's green eyes.

Dean took a look around, and his eyes widened considerably, and then he scowled. "Aww . . . damn, did I hit my head and get knocked unconscious again?"

"No," Bobby said as he lowered his head, and shuffled his clanking feet. "This time I got knocked unconscious."

Dean glanced down, and his scowl deepened as he grabbed hold of the suspenders on his overalls. "Holy hell, Bobby, I'm wearing baby blue overalls and a puffy white shirt."

Ash gestured toward Dean's head, and chuckled. "Don't forget the ribbons in your hair, princess." He then pointed toward Dean's feet, and his laughter grew louder. "An' your really shiny shoes."

Brusquely raking a hand through his hair, Dean yanked the ribbons out of his hair, and then leapt out of his chair to attack Ash, but Bobby held up a hand to stop him.

"Dean, we don't have time for this," Bobby said, trying to sound serious, but couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past his lips when he heard the sound of Dean's shimmering boots clicking against the marble floor. "An' you don't look that . . . well, I'm not even gonna lie, you look ridiculous, but no more so than Ash."

"So speaks the man who has on silver makeup and wears a funnel for a hat," Ash jeered.

Dean cocked his head to the side, and took another look around. "Where's Sammy?"

"We think he's in Winkie Land."

"Winkie Land?" Dean raised a brow as he focused his attention on Ash. "An' where would Winkie Land be?"

"It's the yellow land on the map . . . bordered by Gillikin Country on the North side, and Quadling Country on the south."

"Well, of course it is." Dean groaned. "What do you have a map of Oz plastered to your wall back at the Roadhouse?"

"Nope, right now it's in the glove compartment of Toto."

"Toto?" Dean's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Oh, wait till you see Toto, Dean," Bobby interrupted, "It came as quite a surprise to me as well."

"SO why is Sam in Winkie Land?"

"Well, we think the Winkies took him prisoner," Ash replied with a pathetic growl.

"Refresh my memory, what exactly are Winkies again?" Dean asked as he pushed past Ash, and headed down the stairs.

"An' you call yourself an Oz fan," Ash scoffed, following Dean and Bobby toward the doorway. "They're the gray soldiers who guarded the Wicked Witch of the West's castle."

"Oh, yeah . . . those Winkies." Dean pulled open the door and peered out into the long corridor.

"Oh, you say that like you even had a clue."

Completely ignoring Ash's remark, Dean shifted to look at Bobby. "So, Bobby, is the Wicked Witch of the West back?" There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes as a smile hitched on his lips.

"Nope, Ash thinks Glinda is behind this."

Dean gave a curt nod. "Ahh . . . I never trusted her. I mean seriously, what kinda witch travels around in a bubble. That's just all kinds of creepy."

"That's what I thought, too," Ash said with an enthusiastic shake of his mane. "Bobby disagreed though . . . I think he has a crush on her."

"Is Dad here?" Dean asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"No, he's off conferring with himself along with conversing and otherwise hob-nobbing with his brother wizards," Bobby said with a roll of his eyes.

With a toothy grin, Ash clapped Bobby on the back. "There ya go, Bobby, you're finally getting into the spirit of things."

As not to raise suspicion, the trio casually strolled out into the center of the city, and cautiously headed for the main gate. At the tin shop store front, Dean paused and bobbed his head toward the building.

"Bobby, you need to visit the Tin Shop before we go?" A smirk spread across Dean's features when Ash chuckled. "Cause were not stopping at any tin shops along the way if you have to go to the bathroom."

At first Bobby thought to argue, but as he glanced at the tin shop, he gave a quick nod. He groaned when both younger men bust out laughing. He head inside, and by the time he returned neither Dean or Ash was anywhere in sight. At first he worried that Glinda might have gotten hold of them, but then he spied a gathering near the entrance to the city. He clanked his way over to it, and pushed his way through the large crowd to find Dean talking softly to the horse of a different color. As he nuzzled the creature and spoke quietly in its ear, the horse turned from lemony yellow to a dusky shade of blue and then a deep crimson.

"Hey, Bobby," Ash called out to him, and then bobbed his toward Dean. "The horse really was stuck on pink, and Dean's the Horse Whisperer."

"What can I say?" Dean cast a cocky grin in Bobby's direction. "Apparently my charm holds no bounds where girls are concerned."

"A horse is in love with you, Dean, an' I'm not so sure that's something you should be proud of." Bobby turned his back on the pair, and headed for the massive door leading out of the Emerald City. "You coming," he called back over his shoulder, "or do you need some more alone time with your new girlfriend?"

As Dean left the horse's side, it whinnied to him and turned back to a pale shade of pink. At the doorway, he turned back when he heard the city dwellers calling out to him, some of them weeping with the knowledge that their ruler was leaving them.

Clearing his throat, he held up his hands to silence them and then uttered, "Like the big green head of my father once said, I must go out and confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards."

"Oh, nicely said, Dean." Ash clapped Dean on the back. "But I'm still the bigger Oz fan here."

An icy chill along with drifting snow blew in through the doorway the moment the massive door swung open. Heavy snow blanketed the ground outside, and nearly covered the Impala. Dean rushed over to his car, and hastily swept his hand across the roof, knocking the thick snow off of it. He flung open the door and grabbed the snow brush, and quickly cleared the windows and headlights.

"Toto?" He stopped short, and swung to glare at Ash and Bobby when he saw the sign painted on the driver's door. "Why is my car here . . . an' who the hell painted on it?"

Ash quickly pointed at Bobby, and in turn Bobby gestured to him.

"Actually," Bobby cleared his throat, "I think it's Sam's fault."

"Sam's fault?" Dean's scowl deepened as he raised a brow. "He painted my car?"

"No, but he did mention the Impala making a special guest appearance as Toto . . . an' well, here she is." Bobby motioned toward the vehicle. "So, yeah, I'd have to say it's Sam's fault."

"Hey, it could've been worse," Ash interjected with a smirk. "He could have said that the Impala was a winged monkey . . . but then again, if it was you'd have a helluva lot in common with it."

"I'm gonna kill you, Ash." Dean dove for Ash, but Bobby stepped in the way.

"Oh, bring is on, Dorothy," Ash said from behind the protective barrier of Bobby's tin body. "Course you might mess up you shiny ruby shoes."

"Ash," Bobby shifted awkwardly to face the Lion, "one more word an' I'm gonna let Dorothy kick your ass." He then refocused his attention on Dean. "We have to save Sam, so we really don't have time for this."

"Alright." Dean gave a curt nod, and slid behind the wheel of his vehicle. "But when we get back home, I'm so kicking Ash's ass."

Bobby and Ash got in the car, and they took off down the Yellow brick Road toward Winkie Land. The windshield wipers swatted away at the heavy snow, but it was coming down so thick and fast they could barely see the road in front of them. With night fast approaching, Bobby realized that if they didn't drive out of the storm soon, they would have to pull off and find a place to stay for the night. But he also knew that with Sam in danger Dean would just drop them off and set out on his own.

"So all this snow," Dean gestured toward the window, "Glinda's causing it?"

"Well, she did make it snow on the poppies," Bobby commented.

Ash pushed forward in his seat, and rested his paws on the backrest. "An' she is the Wicked Witch of the North. North . . . snow, you see where I'm going with all this, right?"

"So, she had us kill off the Wicked Witch of the West and East so she could take over all of Oz?"

"Yep." Ash gave a nod. "An' I wouldn't be surprised if the Munchkins were in on the whole thing, too."

Dean glanced back over his shoulder at Ash, and quirked a puzzled brow. "How so?"

"Well, they're creepy . . . I'm mean seriously, who laughs like that . . .tee hee hee, it's just not natural. An' if it's not natural, you damn well know it's evil."

"So, you're basing your entire theory on the way they laugh?" Bobby shifted in his seat to stare at Ash.

"Well, in the movie, at least one of them crept out from the sewer, an' we all know what kinds of creatures live in there." Ash tapped thoughtfully at his jaw for a moment, and then raised a clawed finger. "An' they had no Christmas trees . . . it's Christmas Eve an' yet for such a happy-go-lucky little county, not one of the homes had a single strand of multi-colored lights on them."

"Maybe they just don't celebrate Christmas," Dean interjected with a shrug.

"Are you kidding me?" Ash huffed, and let out a weak growl for emphasis. "They're so close to being Santa's elves they probably crap jingle bells."

"They were rather evasive when I asked about Glinda," Bobby said in agreement with Ash. "An' that whole ding dong the witch is dead song . . . well, they all seemed a bit too happy if you ask me."

"So, Glinda's evil. The Munchkins are evil. Winkies and winged monkeys . . . evil." Dean let out a heavy sigh as he maneuvered around a snow drift that jutted out in the road, and sped up once more. "Oz really sucks, you know that, right?"

"Well, there is the horse of a different color." Ash chuckled. "Pretty sure it's on our side."

Pulling his hand away from the steering wheel, Dean elbowed Ash in the head. He then returned his attention to the road with Bobby giving him directions. The sky grew dark and dusky as the snow began to dwindle. They drove on throughout the day, and as night began to fall they entered Winkie Land. Dean steered the car toward the tall gray buildings he saw on the horizon, and at the outskirts of the town, he pulled off to the side of the road.

"So, any idea where they might be keeping Sam?" he turned to ask Bobby and Ash and they both shrugged. In the distance he spied a castle nestled high in the mountains and pointed to it. "Think there's another witch we don't know about?"

"Well, there is the Nome King," Ash said, and then pointed to Bobby. "But from what I can recall the Tin Man is the presiding Emperor of Winkie Country."

"I'm the what?" Eyes widening considerably, Bobby clinked a finger against his tin chest. "Me . . . I'm the ruler of the Winkies."

"Well, yeah, that makes sense," Dean said with a grin. "They're gray . . . you're gray, so why the hell not."

"So," Bobby said, ignoring Dean's comment, "They have to be keeping him there in the dungeon."

"Alright, so we break in, get him out, kill off Glinda, the Winkies, Munchkins and whatever winged monkeys might be flying around, and be back at home in time for Christmas dinner."

"Sounds good to me," Ash said, resting a paw on Dean's shoulder. "I'll just wait outside and keep Toto safe while you an' Bobby have at that brilliant plan."

"Oh, you're so coming with us, Cowardly," Dean interjected as he pulled back onto the road, and headed for the castle.

Halfway there, Dean abruptly slammed on the brakes when they came to a corn field. "No freakin' way." He chuckled, and pointed toward a Scarecrow hung up on a post not far from the wooden fence surrounding the perimeter. "This is almost too good," he added as he flung open the car door and stepped out of the Impala. "Hey there, Sammy."

"Don't say it," Sam snapped as he raised his head to glare at Dean.

"Say what? I'm just glad to see that you hung around to wait for us to get here." Dean yanked his cell phone out of his pocket, and snapped off several pictures of his little brother dressed as the scarecrow. He held up the phone, and waved it in the air. "For evidence that we were really here since I erased the other pictures."

"You mean the winged monkey pictures?" Sam said as he continued to glare at Dean. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure Glinda will turn you into some other creature, an' I can take loads of pictures of you when it happens."

"So, you know about Glinda?" Dean quirked a brow as he trudged through the corn field to get his brother off the post.

"Of course, I know about her. She's the one who put me up here, but not before she scattered some of me over there." He gestured to a small pile of straw. "An' some of me over there." He pointed to another bunch of straw nearly hidden beneath the corn stalks.

"Well, that's you all over," Bobby interjected as he motioned for Ash to pick up the piles of straw.

"Strayed a bit from the movie script, Sam," Ash said as he bent to pick up the straw, "but awesome pick up on your lines, Bobby."

"Can anyone tell me why Ash keeps showing up every time we end up in Oz?" Sam huffed, and then groaned when Dean released the peg that was holding him to the post and he fell to the ground, landing in a heap.

"Hey, I resent that." Ash growled and waved a paw at Sam. "I had the map. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be hanging there looking stupid."

"You have a map . . . of Oz?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Why doesn't that surprise me any." With Dean's help, Sam slowly made his way to his feet, and wobbled around until he regained his balance. He pointed to Dean's clothing and snorted a laugh. "I see you're fully embracing your inner Dorothy this time around, dude."

"Dude," Ash chuckled, "when we found him in the Emerald City he had blue ribbons in his hair."

"Can we just focus on how we're gonna kill Glinda instead of what I'm wearing?" Dean said as he cuffed both Sam and Ash across the head. "Which means we have to find her first. So, does anyone have any idea where she might be?"

"I do," Sam said, wobbling toward the Impala. "An' you're gonna love it, Dean."