Castiel wasn't sure what everyone was talking about. He wasn't familiar with any stories, but the others seemed to have some idea about what to do. "There is a witch? Are you going to set her on fire?" How else would someone melt?

And a wizard, too? "Are we setting the wizard on fire?" Because a wizard could be up to no good as well.

Before he could ask more, he found his arm grabbed and lurched forward after Rose. Why was she doing that! It wasn't very effective when it came to walking, and he wasn't aware of any traditions when it came to yellow bricks. She might have skipped, but he continuously stumbled after her.