Castiel puzzled Rose. He was unnaturally quiet. Trying not to take it personally, she blamed the growing pile of rusted metal. The bloke had been shackled up in a foreign place, without ever seeing his captors. He absolutely had the right to be traumatized. However, Rose had expected her confession to get a bigger reaction.

Her self-consciousness started looming over her. Maybe she was uninteresting. Ugly. Maybe Sam didn't like her at all and had told everyone else everything first. Where was Sam? Buffy? Norrington? Maybe they were dead. Maybe Rose was stuck here, while everyone else was dead! Maybe-

The girl paused. This wasn't right. Ever since she'd landed in the forest, it was like everything was... scaring her. She was usually much braver, and considerably more rational. Her free hand moved to bury itself in her hair. Rose hadn't noticed it, but her blonde locks were longer, shaggy, and ratted out. Awful! "Castiel, why didn' ya tell me I 'ad a bloody mane? I look like some type o'-"

Lion. She looked to Castiel, still standing in a heap of metal. No, more than metal. Tin. They were a lion and a tin man, standing in a forest, surrounded by the sounds of monkeys, tigers, and bears. Oh my.

"Brooke!" She yelled, figuring it out for herself. "Brooke, Brooke!!" Rose rushed over to Castiel, who still had a few more clasps about his feet. "We're gettin' out o' this mess," she said, dropping low to finish freeing him. "Now."