A/N: Thanks, y'all. I know it doesn't look like it, but when I took down this original post, I had 99 reviews, just one shy of that 100 I desperately wanted for this story. I now have over 100 reviews for this story. Something I really appreciate. So, thank you for reading and reviewing. By the way, I do realize I have a typo in the first chapter I meant to correct. I just thought it was later in the story. When Dean discovers mini-Impala, he thinks of her as a loyal dog. I meant to type "car." Sorry about that.

And I continue.

Dean in Oz

After an hour of walking, Dean arrived at two corn fields, divided by the red brick road. The fields were being guarded by two scarecrows. One seemed more effective than the other. Crows kept landing on the distant scarecrow, who sat waving his arms. The crows didn't seem to care. Dean really wasn't surprised that this distant scarecrow was alive. Maybe it could be another thing to hunt.

The one closer to Dean was in shadow. It seemed to glower menacingly at the road.

He peered down the road to see it divide near the distant scarecrow. So, which way to go?

He looked up at the scarecrow beside him. Its scarred, leathery face glared down on him. It was the same scarecrow that he was almost sacrificed to back in Indiana.

He stepped closer to the scarecrow, hoping that he could snatch an ear of corn. The scarecrow raised its hooked hand menacingly.

Dean stepped back. "Dude, you still fugly." The scarecrow looked even angrier at that. It started to reach around to its back as if trying to get off its pole.

Dean decided not to wait around to see what would happen if the evil god-scarecrow got down.

He walked down the road toward the divide in the road that separated the two fields. "OK, Impala, which way do you want to go?"

The mini-Impala looked up at him. I'm talking to a car, and it's looking at me! I hope this doesn't mean I'm losing my mind.

"Going right is always a good idea," said the second scarecrow.

Dean walked over to stand in front of the scarecrow. The crows kept landing on the figure, sometimes completely obscuring it from view. He stopped and grinned when he figured out who the scarecrow was.

He pulled out his camera phone. This will make a great blackmail picture! I can add it to the spoon-in-the-mouth photo. "Sammy, say 'cheese'!" Dean said as he took the picture.

Sam waved a crow away. "Dean, get me down! The birds keep bugging me. They keep landing on me! I can't stop them. Please help!"

"You need me to rescue you again? What did you do without me for four years?"

"I did just fine without you. I had a life away form the hunting and away from you. I was happy. Then, you drug me back into this life, and because of that, I'm stuck."

"You always have such a stick up your butt, Sammy. Oh, wait. You actually do have a stick up your butt."

"Funny! You're so funny, Dean." Sam said sarcastically. "But, that's your M.O., isn't it? That's how you can always hide what you're really feeling."

Dean stepped back and looked up both roads. The right path did seem smoother. "OK. Truce, alright? If I help you get off that pole, will you come with me? I can't do this alone."

"You mean you don't want to do this alone. All your life you've had to have people around you in order to complete you, you good little soldier."

Dean shrugged and started walking away. "Or I can just leave you hanging here."

Sam swallowed hard. "No, Dean! Don't leave me here! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. I'm so uncomfortable hanging here."

Dean stepped forward again. "Well, I guess I really can't leave you hanging there."

"Thanks. You're such a good brother. You get me down, and I can get on with my life."

Dean frowned, but he moved around to the back of the pole to see how Sam was hooked up. He pulled out a plank, and Sam fell off the pole. He landed on the mini-Impala, who squealed her brakes, honked her horn, and backed behind Dean.

"Sam, would you be careful? You keep hurting Impala!" Dean ran to the car and picked her up. "It's OK, sweetie. I won't let the big klutz hurt you anymore."

Sam picked himself up and stumbled toward Dean. "It's just a car, Dean. It's not a person. It's not even a pet. But, why is it so small? I remember it was bigger, wasn't it?"

Dean sighed. "Look, I know you don't want to do this. You tried to get out of this life. Away from Dad and me. But, I need you to travel this road with me. I can't do it alone."

"OK. We'll go together." Sam brightened. "Besides, I really want to get that demon bastard!" Sam took two steps then stumbled over his big feet.

Dean extended his hand and helped Sam up. "OK. It's good to have you with me. We'll go see this JW, whoever and wherever he is. We'll get answers."

"Alright!" Sam grabbed Dean as he stumbled again, almost making Dean fall with him.

"Can't find your land legs, String bean? OK. I've got you. But, if you start singing, I'm leaving your ass. And, if you step on my car again, I'm knocking your stuffing out, got it?"

"It's a deal!"

"OK. Let's take the right road."

TBC