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Charlie? She's been making donations through her aliases...

...to Shawnee General County here in Topeka.

- To the charity? - A patient, Gertrude Middleton.

She and her husband were hit by a drunk driver.

I was at a sleepover, and I got scared.

I called my parents to come and get me. They should never have been driving that night.

This thing's gotta go.

It'll take a very powerful force to remove the effect.

Then burn it off. I'm not living like this.

Cain still has the mark. So he's lived with it.

Maybe there's a part of you that wants to give in to it.

And maybe you have to fight that. Part of that powerful force has to be you.

Saving people, hunting things, the family business? I am down.

But where's my quest?

That's the key to Oz. There are magical ways to Oz.

This key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz.

- You coming, or what? - To Oz?

Yeah, you said you were looking for adventure. Well, here it is, red.

Please.

I don't know anything else.

I know. I'm gonna torture you anyway.

Because who doesn't love a little torture?

All right, well, just keep me posted, okay? Yeah, you got it. Wait, Cass, you there?

Hey, thanks. Yeah.

You made egg-white omelets?

Breakfast of champions. You know, if you're a dork like you.

And you slept past 7.

Till we get answers on this Mark of Cain...

...I am on a 12-step program not to backslide. - Twelve steps?

Yeah. Hey, if Cain found a way to live with it after going dark side...

...I just gotta find a way to keep it in check. So haven't had a drink in a week...

...eight hours of rack time every night, and now, this masterpiece.

- That's three steps. - Shut up and eat.

- Wow, that's awesome. - It's crap.

Ugh, God. Soon as we get rid of this demonic tramp stamp...

...I am back on the booze, burgers, and more booze.

Tell me you got something.

What the hell?

Cain or Crowley?

Charlie.

She's back from Oz? She didn't call?

Yeah, uh, she's been busy.

Why are you doing this?

What the hell am I looking at?

So I was looking into the news, checking for anything weird, right?

I found this story about a torture vic. Some kid videotaped this at his neighbor's house.

What are you saying, Charlie tortured someone?

Our Charlie? Ya? high, wouldn't hurt a Hobbit, practically sparkles?

Come on, Charlie, pick up.

The guy she went all Jack Bauer on? Peter Harper.

- She's not answering. - District attorney in Topeka.

According to this article, he wasn't the only person in town that was hit.

A court stenographer was assaulted the night before.

Charlie wouldn't go off on someone without a reason.

- I wouldn't think so, but look at the video. - Oh, I'm looking. But what we do...

...taken out of context, don't look that much different. She could be hunting.

Why don't we go talk to this asshat and see what's going on?

Hey, ready?

- Yeah. Yeah, let's do this. - Let's go.

Now, did you notice anything odd before the attack?

Maybe strange smells? Weird noises?

No. No, nothing. I was just at home here, getting ready for bed...

...and that crazy bitch jumped me.

All she wanted to know was about some case that I worked on years ago.

Drunk driver T-boned another car, killing the driver...

...and the passenger was declared brain-dead on the scene.

The Middletons.

They had a daughter, 12, they were on their way to pick her up.

- That's right. How'd you know that? - We do our homework at the FBI.

Okay, well, then you know the case never went to trial.

Before I could see the evidence, it was off the books, files were sealed.

- How is that even possible? - I don't know.

I looked into it this morning, there's no record of that case anywhere.

And the arresting officer has since passed away.

There's nothing except for this.

The Social Service file on the Middleton's kid.

It's not very helpful, to be honest. The kid has disappeared...

...until now.

Now, is there anything else you can remember about the case?

Any names you can think of?

No. Like I told the police, it was so long ago. Look, I'm sorry.

All right. Here's the thing.

We talked to the other victim on the way here. The stenographer.

She said the attacker didn't let her go until she gave up a name.

Your name.

Okay.

But what does that have to do with me being attacked in my own home here?

- What name did you give up? - Look, I told you everything I told the police.

This woman comes here, beats the tar out of me.

But there's no name to give up, so I don't know what else... Hey, what are you doing?

- Talk, you son of a bitch. - I'm the victim here.

Talk!

Okay. Okay.

All right. All right.

After the files were sealed...

...I pushed.

- And they offered me money, a lot of money. - Give me a name.

The money kept coming in from overseas accounts.

- Give me a name! - I will be disbarred!

That'll be the least to your worries, I promise you that.

Councilwoman Barbara Cordry.

Celeste Middleton.

Celeste.

That's Charlie's real name.

I guess she's looking after the person who, uh, destroyed her family.

Can you blame her?

We just gotta find her before she does something nobody can walk away from.

- Barbara Cordry? - Can I help you?

Yes. I'm Special Agent Gabriel. My partner, Special Agent Collins.

- May we come in? - What's this about?

We have some questions about a drunk-driving case...

...involving the Middleton family.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Ma'am, if we could just... - Sorry, I'm still on vacation.

Feel free to schedule an appointment with my assistant. Shell pencil you both in.

- Guilty much? - Yeah.

What the hell is kale?

"Anti-authority disorder, clinical depression, violent outbursts."

- Charlie was, uh... - Dude, if a shrink interviewed us at that age...

...you think the report would be all kittens and rainbows? Come on.

She's a good kid.

There's gotta be an explanation for this, man. There's just gotta be.

Should've known Rocket and Groot would track me down.

Let her go.

Who?

Oh, her?

- Don't do this. - I just want answers.

Since when do you start pounding on people for those?

- What the hell happened to you in Oz? - Everything I wanted.

An adventure.

Even got my own little sword.

- Charlie... - Oh, Sam, you're adorable.

You're not gonna hurt me.

In fact, that's your problem.

All good-guy code, no bite.

What a waste.

And you.

Always letting this albatross hold you back.

Okay, all right. You know what?

I don't know what's going on here, okay?

But this, this is not you.

Oh, it's me, all right.

Charlie, put the knife down. Let her go.

We don't wanna hurt you, kiddo, but we're not gonna let you do this.

Charlie, stop.

No, no.

Crap.

Sam.

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

- What did she say to you? - She... She wanted the bank statements.

Charlie. Hey.

You son of a bitch.

What's up, bitches?

Right. Um, heh...

We should probably catch up.

Okay, so there are two of you? One good, one bad?

Yeah, and what, Dick You is some sort of a ninja?

- She is a badass, yeah. - Okay, hold on. Back up.

We were there for Dorothy, Oz, Yellow Brick Road, but then...?

War.

The war for Emerald City.

It was awesome, heh.

Until not so much.

We were gonna lose. So I made a deal with the Wizard. Of Oz.

Wears a hood and a creepy mask, kind of a jerk. Good times.

He said for us to win, I had to unleash my true darkness.

Which he meant literally. He used The Inner Key of Oz.

It opens a door to your soul and lets the darkness out.

Uh, we're still connected physically.

If you hurt her, you hurt me.

But bottom line, she's bad and I'm good.

And let me just tell you, being good is really annoying.

Normally, in a place like this, I'd be pounding Harvey Wallis-angers...

...and checking out the bartender's ass.

Now? All I wanna do is sip club soda and send her to college.

Okay, uh, Good Charlie.

So why is Dark Charlie gunning for revenge?

She's trying to win me back.

Dark Charlie won the war. Single-handedly.

But...

...she did some truly awful things.

But I told her I didn't want any part of her near me again ever.

Going after the person who mur... Mun-

Who took my parents away...

...is her messed-up way of showing me how close we are.

Or could be.

I keep calling her she, but she's me.

- I'm the one doing this. - Charlie, that's not who you are.

- Okay? It's a twisted version of... - Me.

I've been following her so I can catch her before she does something stupid...

...and just lock her away forever.

Charlie, that's not an answer.

Sam's right.

We'll go back to Oz...

...and we'll get the key from the Wizard of Douche.

- And we'll put you back together. - Even if I did want her back...

Look.

Dark me broke the key.

There's no way to get back to the Wizard.

Okay, first thing's first, we need to find Dark Charlie before she finds the drunk driver.

So we know Barbara gave up her old bank statements, right?

Dark Charlie will probably follow the money back to whoever made the payoffs.

- That's what I would do. - All right.

I'll get some refills.

We need you...

...to hack into Barbara's bank accounts.

- I can't. - What?

It's bad. Hold you, being good is annoying.

How about you guide me through the process...

...and then I'm the bad one?

Okay, so Barbara's payments all came from off-shore accounts...

...which were routed through dummy corporations which have all gone belly-up.

All right, skip to the end, Dragon Tattoo. Do they all lead back to this guy'?

Russell Wellington. And according to his personal records...

...he had a car that was reported stolen the week of the accident.

A car that was never recovered.

After this supposed "theft," he went on a sabbatical from work for two weeks...

...and returned to work with bruises and a broken ankle.

So this is him?

This is the man who, uh...

And you're done. Sam?

Hey, dudes? Dudes?

Secrets are bad.

Charlie, I don't think you should be anywhere around this piece-of-crap salesman.

And I don't think that finding Dark Charlie and locking her up is gonna work.

I mean, she maybe dark, but she's still a part of you.

You're right.

I hate it, but you're right.

Okay, let's go to the Bunker.

Baum used the key to Oz. Maybe there's something...

...in the Men of Letters' files about the key. If we fix it, we can get back to Oz.

You guys dig into that.

I'm gonna keep an eye on Russell and wait for Dark Charlie to show up.

- You sure? Maybe I should be the one... - No, no, no, I got it. it's...

I just can't believe I have to protect this piece of crap.

You gotta protect them both. If Dark Charlie gets hurt...

So do I. So be careful.

Got it.

Is he okay?

Uh...

I'll tell you on the way. Come on.

The key to quieting your mind is minding your quiet.

Know and understand. The Jack of an answer is inex-

Okay, here we go. Clive Dillon.

He is the Man of Letters that first discovered the key to Oz.

So according to this incident report, Clive went to Oz, but he left the key on Earth.

And then L. Frank Baum found the key and went to rescue Clive in Oz.

That's when Dorothy snuck along and got stuck there.

Right. And then, after Baum rescued Clive, Clive came back and retired.

You can retire from the Men of Letters?

Well, apparently, they put him in some sort of Witness Relocation Program.

Where did he end up?

Let's find out.

Mr. Presley?

Mr. Presley?

Yes. Yeah, hi.

Uh, actually, I'm, you know, really into this article on, uh...

...mammograms.

Riveting stuff. If somebody else wants to go...

Right. Yes, okay. Well...

Let's do this.

Mr. Presley for you, sir.

Is that it for the day?

- Yes, sir. - Okay, you can head out.

Uh, I need my dry cleaning taken to the lake house.

And pick up Pepper and take her to the dog groomers, okay?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Presley.

Russell Wellington. Please, have a seat.

So...

...what can you tell me about what you're looking for today?

Ah. Right. Well, uh...

Let me describe my dream home.

The Men of Letters gave Clive a new name, new house, both of which are still listed.

I think Clive might still be alive.

Well, he'd be like a hundred something.

Time passes differently in Oz.

It's close by, let's go look.

If he's still kicking, he's the only person who might be able to fix the key to Oz.

- All right, let's go. - Okay.

I'm not saying that I have to have a Jacuzzi, I'm just saying that I really like bubbles.

Mr. Presley, look, I'm just gonna stop you right there.

Judging from your cheap shoes and your faded jeans...

...I'm guessing the only house you're in the market for comes with wheels.

I'm a busy man. My time is extremely valuable.

I prefer not to have it wasted by some hayseed.

I'm willing to buy if you're willing to sell.

So why don't you show me what you got?

Well, I can show you the door.

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'm the guy who's gonna save your life.

- Excuse me? - Hill and Oak Street.

Station wagon with a man and a woman...

...on their way to pick up their little daughter from a slumber party. That ring a bell?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - No. You were too drunk to remember.

I think you have me confused with somebody else.

Or somebody that cares?

Or maybe somebody who wouldn't pay people off to cover up manslaughter?

You're insane.

What the hell is going on?

Stay here. Do not leave this room.

Charlie.

Let's talk about this.

You Winchester boys and your talk.

Blah, blah, blah, repressed feelings.

Blah, blah, blah, passive aggression.

Come on, kiddo, you don't wanna do this.

I don't wanna hurt him.

I just wanna talk.

Yeah, like you talked to all the others?

You're right.

I got out of hand.

But this was never about revenge.

Right.

I want him to see my face.

I want him to see what he did to me.

To us.

That's all.

Please, Dean.

I deserve that.

And then we hand him over to the cops.

Okay.

Mister...

Celeste.

No one's called me that in a long, longtime.

I am so sorry.

What I did...

I was young, I was stupid.

What I took, I...

I can never give back to you.

But what I did after the accident, that never should have happened.

And I wasn't drunk for that. I was stone-cold sober.

It was selfish.

And wrong.

And I should pay for it.

And I will pay for it.

You took everything from me.

Please.

Celeste, I am so sorry.

Russell.

I forgive you.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Don't do this, Charlie.

Dean?

Hey, hold on, I'm putting you on speaker.

- What happened? - It's over.

- What do you mean, it's over? - She got to Russell.

- She killed him. - Oh, my God.

Charlie, if you can hear me, I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault. It's mine.

No, no, no, don't say that. This is not on you.

- All right, let's try and stick to the plan, Did you guys find a way back to Oz?

Maybe. Look, the Man of Letters who originally found the key, he's still alive.

He lives in Junction City under the name Michael Carter.

- I'll text you the address. Just some All right. I am on my way.

Are you gonna stare at that all night?

I'm pacing myself.

She's cute.

- You lied to me. - You lied to yourself.

That's kind of your move.

Somethings off about you, though, isn't it?

- It's always something with you boys... - I made mistakes.

But I'll pay for mine.

- And you'll pay for yours. - Come on, Dean.

I'm not the monster here. He was.

He got what he deserved.

You know I'm right.

You know what I learned about being dark?

It sets you free.

And part of you knows that's right too.

- Hello. - Clive Dillon?

No. My name is...

Michael Carter, right. But it was Clive Dillon, wasn't it?

Back in the Men of Letters? Back in Oz?

You seem to be confused. There's no Clive Dillon here.

And Oz?

Well, that's just a fairy tale.

- Best left on the bookshelves where it belongs. - So you've never seen this before?

Enjoy.

Delicious.

All right, listen, Dark Charlie...

Oh, grow up.

There's no right, there's no wrong. There is just us and them.

Yeah. Well, there's not gonna be a you for very much longer.

Uh-oh. Did Princess Me find a way back to Oz'?

That's right.

Yeah, a former Men of Letters retired in Grantville, two towns over.

They're gonna fix the key to Oz, find the Wizard...

...and put you back to where you belong.

Back into Charlie?

Is that where I belong?

Well...

We'll just see, won't we?

In the meantime...

...if you're not gonna ask her to dance, then I will.

Huh.

- What happened, my friend strike out? - Your friend?

She just left out the back door.

No, no, no.

You son of a bitch.

Damn it.

- Sam? - Hey.

Where the hell are you?

Dick Charlie just hotwired Baby.

- She thinks she's on her way to you. - What?

I told her the wrong town, so probably bought you a little time.

But, uh, just be on the lookout. I'll be there as soon as I can jack a ride.

Thanks. Hurry.

The Six Keys of Oz were forged from Oz Steel.

They can only be repaired in that magical realm.

So there's no going back?

I can't put my darkness away?

I'm sorry.

- What happened to you in Oz? - It's in my report.

Your report just said you were kidnapped. By whom?

Bad people.

I know that look.

You're lying. And lying is...

Bad. Yes, I know.

What happened to you, my dear, happened to me.

- What? - A coven of witches grabbed me.

They used the Inner Key on me. Unleashed my id.

He was awful.

He killed all the witches and went into a tantrum.

He's power hungry. Crazy.

He became the Wizard of Oz.

Frank's daughter Dorothy runs Emerald City now.

The Wizard, Dark You, he's right by her side. If she's in trouble...

Well, without the key to Oz, there is no way we can get back to the Wizard.

But...

But...

...there may well be a way...

...to summon him here.

If I am mortally wounded, he'll have to come back here to save us both.

- Wait, wait, wait, there has to be another What he has done is my fault.

After all, he is me. And I am him, $0...

Maybe it's time that both of us answered for our sins.

It's the good thing to do, right?

Right?

Figured you'd lie about where to go next. That's what I would do.

What the hell do you want?

- I just wanna talk to her. - You're not going near her.

I'm not gonna let you corrupt her.

Corrupt her?

- Take one more step, I'm gonna put you down. - There's the Dean I love.

What have you done, you fool?

stay alive.

- And you couldn't even manage that. - Ow!

You hit like a girl who never learned how to hit.

That's it, big boy. Let it all out.

Stop this. Please.

Let me help my friend.

Your friend wanted to be a hero.

And you know what happens to heroes?

They die.

You hurt my friend.

I learned it by watching you.

I'm sorry.

I forgive you.

We both do.

Charlie?

Hang on.

Hey, you okay?

Dean. Dean.

You did it, didn't you?

You killed the Wizard.

I knew it.

The magic was in you all the time...

...Celeste.

Charlie?

Charlie, hey. I got you. it's okay.

It's okay.

Yeah, he's, uh, better.

I mean, he's calmed down now.

Cass, we gotta...

We gotta find Cain, or...

...we gotta find something, you know?

Right.

Oh, yeah, no, I hear you. Okay.

You got it. All right. Thanks.

Hey.

Shouldn't you be resting up?

I think sleeping for two days in a row is probably enough.

So are you...?

Good? Bad'?

I think I'll just settle for balanced.

Anything about the Mark?

Yeah, maybe. I found this book. It's a lore book.

- Book of The Damned. - Sounds legit.

It's in a library somewhere in Tuscany, and it might be a dead end, but I figured...

- I'll go check it out. - Oh...

Look, there's no going back to Oz.

And with the Wizard gone, Dorothy will be fine.

So does this mean no more adventure?

I think we have all the adventure that we can handle right here.

- What about...? - Dark Charlie?

She's, uh...

...quiet.

Just gotta keep moving forward.

We all do.

- Charlie... - We are going to fix this.

I'm not letting what happened to me happen to you.

- But it's already happened. - Cain found a way to live with it.

Right. Yeah, after centuries of murder.

Yeah, well, there's one thing that you have that he didn't.

You're a Winchester.

I forgive you, Dean.

Yeah, well, I don't.

I know. That's kind of your move.

How's that working out for you, huh?

I'm so sorry, kiddo.

Then prove it.

Be careful out there.

Does that sound like either of me?

If I find something, I'll call.

If not...

...I'll just keep digging.

Charlie, thank you.

Arrivederci, bitches.

You good?

No.

She's right, Dean.

You can do this.

We can do this.

Then let's get to work.