A/N: Although I'm not getting a whole lot of reviews, I really appreciate the reactions of the ones I'm getting. I realize I'm posting too quickly. But, with the reactions I'm getting, I'm thinking of reposting other good stories that I took down after I take this down (probably by September).

So, thank you.

Dean in Oz

As Dean walked deeper in the darkening forest, he felt a growing sense of unease. He didn't know what was going to happen next. Usually that sense of the unknown thrilled him, but this time not knowing what was going to happen next scared him. And it didn't help knowing that the demon was either one step behind him or one step in front of him. He wasn't sure which one.

And it didn't help that he now had to carry the mini-Impala to keep Sammy from tripping over her. Although she nuzzled up against him, seemingly content. Dean had no idea that a car could be content.

"Dean, put the car down. I'll try not to step on it anymore."

"Her, Sammy. Impala's a female. If you started to refer to her as such, maybe you'd be more careful with the way you treat her."

"It's just a car."

Dean made a mental note to knock out Sam's stuffing, one piece of straw at a time. He was picturing how he was going to do that when a shout distracted him. He ran towards the sound of the yell, with Sam flailing behind him.

He stepped in a clearing and looked around. Suddenly, a lioness stepped from the trees, swinging an iron poker at a ghost girl. The ghost disappeared.

The lioness turned around. "Hi, Dean. Where's Sam?" She stood up on the edge of her back paws and looked over him.

"S-Sarah? What are you doing?"

Sarah grinned and bared her teeth. "I'm really getting into the hang of hunting ghosts. Salt and burn the corpses. Always keep salt and iron handy. Monsters, other creatures, I'll leave that up to you guys." Sam appeared tripping into the clearing. "Sam! There you are!"

She walked over to him, swinging her tail. She grabbed him and gave him a long hug and a deep, passionate kiss.

Dean shook his head. This really isn't fair! I know I must be dreaming, but I'm getting ignored in my dreams! I can't win. This sucks out loud! "Hey, guys! Any chance you two can get a room?"

Sam broke out of Sarah's embrace and bounced over to Dean. "Hey, can we take Sarah along with us?"

Dean looked over at Sarah, who stood there, pulling her tail seductively. He sighed, "I don't think that's a good idea. But, if you want to stay here with her, I understand."

"OK!" Sam bounced back to Sarah.

Dean watched the two, disappointed. Well, I guess there's something oddly romantic about a scarecrow and a lioness finding love with each other.

He looked down at the Impala, who seemed to look up at him, expectantly. "C'mon, girl. I guess it's just you and me again." He turned and walked back to the road. He was comforted to hear the roar of Impala's engine as she followed him.

As he got back to the road, he heard Sam call after him. He picked up the Impala before Sam could have a chance to fall on her again.

"Sam? What are you doing?"

Sam looked up at Dean and picked himself up off the bricks. "Well, I want answers too. So, I'm sticking with you. Are you sure Sarah can't come with us?"

"I'm sorry. But, she's not part of this."

"Yeah, I know," Sam sighed. "OK. But after we get the answers we're looking for, can we come back and find Sarah?"

Dean grinned. "Oh, yeah. That's my boy."

They walked out of the forest together with the Impala faithfully following behind them.

"Hey, Dean. I think I can see where the road ends!" Sam jumped around, and Impala scurried to hide behind Dean.

"Yeah. In that town up ahead. We're getting close." Dean stepped forward, then stopped. "Do we want to go through the field of flowers or find another way around it?"

"Well, it looks like it's quicker to go through the flowers."

"True. But, if you remember, those flowers are probably like chloroform for me. And, I'm not too crazy about getting knocked out right now. Hey, if you're asleep, and you dream you're in a deep sleep, do you dream in your dream?"

"Well, remember the apple trees? We expected them to come alive, and they didn't."

Dean hesitated. Then he sighed and looked over at the town in the distance. He looked back at Sam, who stood grinning down at him. "OK, but if I start feeling woozy, just drag me out of it, OK?"

"How do you know I won't be affected?" Sam pouted.

"Because you're a scarecrow," Dean said slowly.

"And, if you're dreaming this, why did you make me into a scarecrow? I mean, the straw is very itchy!"

Dean sighed again. "Look, when we get answers or when I wake up, whatever comes first, you can yell at me all you want. Although both of us know there's no way in hell I'm discussing this dream with the real you. But, let's cross this field and see what happens."

Dean stepped into the field of flowers. He heard Sam bounding after him and the roar of faithful Impala's familiar engine. Halfway through the field, Dean stopped and looked at the town, which was so close. He could hear the roar of traffic inside the town, and he began to see the broken down buildings. It looks like a regular town! I wonder what this JW is like?

"Dean?" Dean looked at Sam who was standing beside him. "Are you feeling alright? You're not tired or woozy, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Looks like the flowers are like the trees—just decoys. But, we're closer to the town." He smiled. "C'mon. Let's go. Let's find JW and get answers."