Dean and I went to Jorgeson General Store. We talked with a man name Harley and his wife, Stacy. I gave the pictures to Harley and he showed it to he wife. They both said they didn't see them.

"You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?" Dean asked. Stacy shook her head. "Nope, don't remember 'em. You said they were friends of yours?" Harley asked as he handed me back the pictures.

"That's right," Dean said as a blonde girl came downstairs carrying some boxes. "Did the guy have a tattoo?" She asked. "Yes, he did," Dean said as she put the boxes on the counter. She walked over to me and looked at the picture of the man, Vince.

She looked at Harley, "You remember? They were just married," She said, handing the pictures to him. He thought for a moment and remembered, "You're right. They did stop for gas. Weren't here more than ten minutes."

"You remember anything else?" I asked. "I told 'em how to get back to the Interstate. They left town," He replied. "Could you point us in that same direction?" Dean asked. "Sure," Harley said.

Once Harley gave us the direction, Dean and I got back to the car and drive by the Orchard. Then, there was a noise coming from the backseat. It came from the EMF meter. "What the hell?" Dean asked and he pulled over as I reached into his bag. I pulled out the EMF meter, which was beeping frantically.

Dean and I exchanged glances before we looked at the Orchard. We climbed out and walked around the Orchard. We stopped when we noticed a scarecrow on it's post. We walked over to it and looked at it.

"Dude, you're fugly," Dean said to the scarecrow. I noticed a sickle in the scarecrow's hand and a design on it's arm. "Hold on," I whispered and took a ladder from a nearby tree. I placed the ladder in front on the scarecrow and climbed to the top so that I was eye level with the scarecrow.

I moved it's clothing and something just clicked in my head. "What did you find?" Dean asked. "Hold on," I said as I pulled out Vince's flyer and compared the designs, which were exactly the same. "I think I found something," I said to Dean and I looked at the scarecrow again, "Nice tattoo."

... ...

We drove to the gas station. Dean pulled up and we climbed out. The same blonde girl was standing by the gas pumps. "You're back," She said, giving us a smile. "Never left," Dean said.

"Still looking for your friends?" She asked and he nodded. I glanced at her nameplate necklace, "Can you fill it up, Emily?" I asked politely. Dean shot me a look. "Her," I corrected myself. "Can you fill her up, Emily?"

She chuckled and nodded to me before grabbing a pump and started filling up the car's tank. "So, you grew up here?" Dean asked. "I came here when I was thirteen," She replied. "I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in."

"They're nice people," I said. "Everybody's nice here," She said with a smile. "So, what, it's the, uh, perfect little town?" Dean joked. "Well, you know, it's the boonies. But I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here, it's almost like we're blessed," Emily said.

We both nodded. "Hey, you been out to the orchard? You seen that scarecrow?" He asked. "Yeah, it creeps me out," She said, giving a small chuckle. Dean and I laughed. "Yeah," I agreed. "Whose is it?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. It's just always been there," She replied. I glanced at a red van parked by the garage and nodded towards it, "That your aunt and uncle's?" Emily looked over her shoulder at the van, "Customer," She replied as she looked back at us. "Had some car troubles."

"It's not a couple, is it? A guy and a girl?" Dean asked. Emily nodded, "Mmhmm." Dean and I exchanged glances. Not good.

Dean and I walked into Scotty's Café. We saw Scotty talking with a couple whose car broke down. "Oh, hey, Scotty," Dean said and Scotty's smile faded away when he saw us. "Can I get a coffee, black? And can she get some Orange Juice?" Dean asked.

Scotty nodded and walked away. "Oh, and some of that pie, too, while you're at it," Dean called as we went to sat at a table next to the couple. "Hey, how ya doin'?" I asked them with a smile. They waved and smiled at us.

"Just passing through?" Dean asked. "Road trip," The woman replied. "Hm. Yeah, me and my sister too," Dean said, pointing at himself and then at me. They nodded and Scotty walked over to refill their cider, glancing at my brother, "I'm sure these people want to eat in peace."

"Just a little friendly conversation," Dean said, shrugging. Scotty started to walk away but still glanced at Dean, "Oh, and that coffee and the Orange Juice, too, man. Thanks," Dean reminded.

"So, what brings you to town?" I asked. "We just stopped for gas," The woman explained. "And, uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives." Dean and I exchanged quick glances before he spoke, "Is that right?"

"Yeah, one of our brake lines was leaking. We had no idea. He was fixing it for us," The man explained. "Nice people," Dean said. "Yeah," The man agreed, nodding before he continued to eat.

"So, how long till you're up and runnin'?" Dean asked. "Sundown," The man replied. "Really," Dean said, frowning. "To fix a brake line?" The man nodded. "I mean, you know, I know a thing or two about cars," Dean said. "I could probably have you up and running in about an hour. I wouldn't charge you anything."

"You know, thanks a lot, but I think we'd rather have a mechanic do it," The woman said. "Sure. I know," Dean agreed before he looked at me and then back at the couple, "You know, it's just that these roads. They're not real safe at night."

The couple exchanged a look and the woman frowned, looking at my brother. "I'm sorry?" She asked. "I know it sounds strange, but, uh - you might be in danger," Dean insisted. "Look, we're trying to eat. Okay?" The man said, obviously annoyed.

"Yeah," Dean said, disappointed. I sighed and I could see that the couple were uncomfortable by what Dean said. The bell above the café door rang and someone walked in. Scotty walked out from a back room, "Thanks for coming, Sheriff."

Dean and I looked over and saw the Sheriff at the door and talked with Scotty. I exchanged glances with Dean as Scotty whispered something in the Sheriff's ear. They both looked at me and Dean and Dean rolled his eyes, looking away. Oh boy.

The Sheriff walked over to us, hands on his hips. "I'd like a word, please," He said to my brother. "Come on. I'm having a bad day already," Dean said. The Sheriff placed his hands on the table, leaning towards my brother, "You know what would make it worse?" Dean slowly nodded and I sighed. Great!

... ...

The Sheriff's car was following us to make sure that we leave. When we passed the sign to Burkitsville, I turned around to see the sheriff turning around and drives back to Burkitsville. "He's going back," I said. "And so are we," Dean said.