A/N: Last chapter. Thank you all. I appreciate it!

Disclaimer: My twisted mind might make me belong in an asylum, but I'm not crazy enough to say that Supernatural is mine.

Dean in Oz

Dean slowly opened his eyes. He wasn't in any familiar place. Again. He straightened out his cramped muscles. His positioning indicated that he had been thrown into the room roughly while he was out.

He sat up and rubbed his aching neck and massaged his temples. OK. I'm in a stone cell. Obviously, I'm not back to my real world. Unless Sammy really screwed up with the witch. Speaking of Sammy, where is he?

Dean stood up, stretching out his tight muscles, and walked around the cell. He found the door. It was locked.

OK, so what would MacGyver do? Dean dug around in his pockets and pulled out his keys, a stick of gum, and some lint. His gun was gone. I really wish I was MacGyver. He could make a nuclear bomb out of these items. I could get out that way. He pocketed the keys, unwrapped the gum and popped it in his mouth, and dropped the lint.

The door swung open, and Dean turned to see the demon confidentially strolling towards him.

"Dean, did you have a nice nap? I hope so. But, now I've got you right where I want you."

"What have you done with my brother?"

The demon frowned. "Oh, yeah. I have him. Honing his psychic powers. Going to make him my right-hand man when I unleash Hell on earth. But, you and your car stand in my way."

"Bullshit."

The demon stepped closer, and Dean took an involuntary step backwards. "OK. My idiot children didn't bring him with them. But, I will find him, make no mistake. And, you're going to help me."

Dean chuckled dryly. Hey, even the big bad thinks Meg is an idiot! I'm inclined to agree.

"So, big bad, do you know any show tunes?"

The demon gave Dean a puzzled look. "OK, I'm going to kill you whether you help me or not. Now, if you help me find your brother, I'll kill you quick and painlessly. You don't, well, then I'm going to have some fun. Think about it." With that, the demon turned and left the cell.

Dean sat down. Show tunes. Show tunes? I don't know any songs! I wonder if "Pinball Wizard" by the Who counts as a show tune?

He sat for an hour, trying to think of a song. Any song. Although torture and a painful death sounded preferable to the two songs he kept coming back to.

The door slid open, and the demon re-entered Dean's cell, flanked by his two flying monkeys. Meg grinned at Dean, who felt like throwing up. He scrambled to his feet. Really, I have no idea what Sammy ever saw in her!

"I couldn't find any cymbals, baby. But, I didn't think you'd mind so much. You already know I'm bad to the bone, right?"

"Yeah, it really didn't escape my attention. You know that you really are buckets o'crazy. Sam's doing so much better with his new girl." He inwardly groaned. Why did I say that?

She frowned. "Sam has a new girlfriend? Who is she? I'm gonna kill that bitch!" Her voice became high and hysterical.

The demon turned to her. "Meg, daughter, you know he's going to say and do anything to break you down. He's desperate." He turned to look at Dean. "So, I take it you decided not to take me up on my offer?" He grinned evilly. "Leave us alone."

Meg gave Dean one last glare and followed her brother out of the door. "If you don't mind, father, we'd like to keep the door open. I want to hear his screams."

"It's fine with me, honey." They left the room. The demon's eyes started glowing the sickening yellow. "So, your answer to my offer is 'no,' huh? I'm going to have so much fun! And, after I finish with you, I'll dismantle your precious car, one bolt at a time."

Dean swallowed hard. "I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch!"

He was knocked off his feet and was thrown against the wall. He tried to move away, but he couldn't move. I remember what happens next! Man, I have to do this.

He cleared his throat. "If you tell anybody I even know these songs, I'm marching into Hell and killing you for a second time!" He cleared his throat again and hesitantly started to sing "Oh, baby, baby, how was I supposed to know that somethin' wasn't right here…. My loneliness is killing me and I-I must confess I still believe. When I'm not with you, I lose my mind. Give me a sign. Hit me baby one more time."

"Stop it! I hate this song!" The demon grabbed his ears and started to sink into the stone floor.

I can't believe it's working! Dean was able to lift his hand away from the wall. "Don't like Britney Spears? What about Celine Dion? Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on. Once more, you open the door, and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on."

Dean was able to step away from the wall while the demon shrieked, "That's even worse! Stop it! You want money? I've got tons of money! Have it all! You want power? I can make you more powerful than you can dream of! Just stop singing those songs!" The demon sunk deeper into the floor.

A familiar engine's roar stopped Dean from starting to sing "Oops I Did It Again." He turned in time to step away from the open door to avoid getting hit by a newly expanded Impala, with Sam behind the wheel. Dean scrambled for the passenger's door and got in.

"How did you expand Impala?" He asked Sam, incredulously.

"I just gave it super unleaded gasoline. It immediately started to grow."

Dean looked out of the window. The demon had regrouped and was physically drawing in power. Maybe singing the Titanic theme was too much. I think I pissed him off! "Sammy, get a move on it! Oh, and find any cheesy pop station that plays Britney Spears or Celine Dion."

Sam gave Dean a puzzled look as he stepped on the gas, and Impala plowed over the demon. Dean heard the crunch of metal and glass as she hit the big bad. He stroked Impala's dashboard. "It's for a good cause, girl. I'll get you fixed up, good as new. Remember how well Bobby took care of you?"

She purred in response.

Sam managed to turn the car around to head down the stairs. Dean turned to look out the rear window. The demon was staggering to his feet, injured, but still alive.

"Hurry up! The demon is still alive and probably very pissed off!"

"I got it!"

Suddenly, the rattle of stairs stopped, and Sam said, "Oops."

"Oops? Don't say 'oops,' especially when you're driving my baby!" Dean turned to see them plummeting toward the ground.

"I was going too fast and went over the curve in the stairs. Brace yourself, because we're gonna crash. Unless your car has a parachute that I don't know about."

An unholy scream of collapsing metal and breaking glass assaulted Dean's ears as he was thrown about the car. I'm gonna kill him! He's always hurting my baby! This is the crappiest rescue ever. No offense, Impala. It's not your fault, girl. Dean thought before consciousness slipped away.

Flowers danced before him as Dean slowly opened his eyes. Every part of his body ached. Flowers? I'm either back in Munchkinland or the flower field. How the hell did I get back here?

He groaned and shifted to discover he was lying in a bed.

"Dean? Oh, God! You're awake!" Sam's voice sounded relieved, but Dean couldn't see him. All he could see was the flowers dancing the Salsa.

"Where am I?" he slurred out.

"You're at the motel. Dean, you've been out for almost 13 hours! I ended up calling Dad—and surprise of surprises, I got a hold of him—to ask if I should take you to the hospital. He said you were hit with a sleeping spell and had gotten pretty sick from it. But, you should come out of it on your own. But, I swear, I was just about ready to call an ambulance. I've also been trying to find counterspells."

Dean figured he should be more worried about being unconscious for 13 hours, but the dancing flowers bothered him more. "Sam, why are there flowers dirty dancing here?"

"That's the wallpaper in the room. They're flowers. Don't you remember? When we first checked in and saw the wallpaper, you said, and I quote, 'Somebody, kill me now'."

"Do the flowers make your allergies flare up?"

"What? Dean, you're not quite over the spell yet. But, don't worry. I smashed the witch's crystal. She won't be hurting anyone else again anytime soon."

Dean rolled over and Sam swam into view. "We need to install a parachute on the Impala. She's such a faithful ol' dog. And you're never driving her again. You keep stepping on her or hurting her. Crashing her."

Sam looked puzzled. "Um… OK. We can install a parachute. Just go back to sleep."

"I know another way to kill the demon."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"Sing overplayed pop songs by overplayed, stupid pop divas to him. But, you're doing it next time."

"Dean, you're not quite over the spell sickness yet. I've been told that you should be better tomorrow. Why don't you go back to sleep?" Sam stood up and moved to the lamp between their beds. As he shut it off, Dean heard him mutter, "Tomorrow, we are gonna go over that dream of yours."

Dean rolled back over. It's good to be back. Now, if I can get those damn flowers from stopping dancing the Waltz, I'll be happy.

The End

A/N: I had to look up the lyrics to the songs. But, "Hit Me Baby One More Time" was a request from Victoria. So, I'm very open to requests and ideas! But the idea of Dean singing "My Heart Will Go On" amused me even more than Britney Spears.

I really hope y'all enjoyed it. Thank you so much for your nice reviews and encouragement.