Alright readers! Things are starting to get interesting. I'm thankful for all those that have stuck with me and to those that review my chapters. I hope you all keep enjoying my rewrites. Once again this is not 100% cannon, but it's along the same lines. I do not own Supernatural or it's characters. I only contribute to the fanfiction. Christina is my own creation. There are some creative risks I have done which are mine. Soon this chapter will be over and we will start the next episode.

Now question time: Where should I leave off this book? After meeting John in Chigago or right after they meet Sarah in upstate new york with the haunted painting? Please write your answer and ill make whatever will make you, my readers, happy. - love ya lots DSCWIN!

Chapter 19

Sam woke up the next morning by hearing someone quietly curse at a vending machine. His eyes were blurry for a second before Meg's face loomed over him.

"Rise and Shine, Sammy." Meg said giving the vending machine a slight kick and Sam could hear something falling off the rings and down to the flap. "Turns out our bus will be here at one this afternoon. Already bought our tickets."

Sam stretched his back as he stood up feeling his muscles release. "Thanks for that, Meg. I'll pay you back."

"There's no need for that." Meg stated with a smile as she handed Sam a vending machine muffin. "But if you're offering, I'll let you take me on one date."

"Not really sure how I feel about that." Sam said taking a small bite out of the muffin. "But I'll think about it on the way there."

"That's fine with me." Meg said with a smile. "It will be nice to have you all to myself."

~DSCWIN~

There was a strangeness in town when Dean woke up the next morning. It was like the colors from the once vibrant and alive became flushed out. The once blue clear sky turned grey and and rainy. But the people he saw walking around didn't seemed to mind the slight change in the weather. Except maybe a small group of people who walked around the cafe. But Dean knew he had to get to the college. He had to travel solo as Christina wasn't feeling all the good when they woke up earlier that morning.

He drove silently watching as people came and went into the small shops. As he drove towards the college a few miles away he had to drive through the orchard. He couldn't help but shiver at the sight of the scarecrow hanging in the orchard or the fact that the scarecrow looked as though it was following him as he drove past.

The hairs on the back of his head stood up as he continued to drive and caught glimpses of the scarecrow's head turning just slightly staring him down.

"You fugly lawn ornament." Dean growled as he focused back on the road. He needed to figure out what was left to do with this hunt before more people were killed. He wanted to make sure that Scarecrow will just be a lifeless form on a perch from then on. But he had to clear some things up first. Do some research as his regular researcher was off heading back to California and his backup was someone he was still getting used to. But he knew that he would warm up to her one day.

~DSCWIN~

Christina let out a sigh as she stood in front of the bandages and hydrogen peroxide. The wound on her arm itched and felt like it was constantly being touched with a hot poker.

"Hello." Emily from the Cafe leaned in trying to get a better look at Christina's face.

"Oh, hello Emily." Christina smiled back before turning her attention to the young woman. "It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise." Emily said with a smile before looking at the items that were in front of Christina. "So did you get hurt?"

"A little bit." Christina said sighing again. "Fell on some rusted metal and it needs to be cleaned out. I mean, I did it last night but I ran out of product."

"Well, come and hang out at the diner. My parents are busy collecting apples for their apple pie." Emily said sounding a bit annoyed by it.

"Well, I think they need to lay off the hazelnut powder." Christina stated reaching out and grabbing the bandages and peroxide. "But I might take you on that offer if you don't mind helping me."

"Oh not at all." Emily said with a smile. "It's a good way to find out what's out there."

"What do you mean?" Christina asked walking to the front end to pay for her items. "Have you not left here?"

"Sadly, no. But this is the best place there is. But come on lets get a look at that shoulder." Emily smiled making Christina smile in return.

~DSCWIN~

Dean pulled up to the college and begin to wonder why he didn't think about going to school. But as he climbed out of his car he remembered. He was a hunter which didn't allow him to be sidetracked by school, girls and parties. He now knew why Sam had wanted to go. It was the perfect place to escape to not have to run the gauntlet of their father. But he had to push that aside. He had to finish what he started.

After flirting with a couple of college students Dean moved through the crowded hallways before reaching a small office. The professor inside looked up from his small stack of papers when Dean knocked lightly on the door.

"How can I help you, young man?" The Professor asked welcoming Dean into the room.

"I'm curious about some Pagan Ideology." Dean said looking seriously at the Professor.

"It's not everyday I get asked about Pagan Ideology." The Professor looked rather impressed by the search for knowledge from his students.

"Call it a hobby." Dean said with a smirk.

"So what would you like to know?" The Professor asked searching his rows of books.

"I'm more interested in local lore." Dean admitted looking over the books that lined shelves.

"Indiana local?" The Professor asked suddenly curious of the young man's interest. Dean nodded. "I'm afraid Indiana doesn't have many Pagan Worshipers."

"Well everyone has some immigrant influences. Couldn't our Ancestors bring some of their past religious beliefs over with them?" Dean asked happy he could pass for a college student. "Many of these places had the early settlers correct?"

"Yes." The Professor answered.

"Well then what can you tell me about one that lives in an orchard?"

The Professor walked over to one of his many shelves and pulled down an old leather bound book. He set it down on the desk and stepped back letting Dean start flipping through the pages.

"So a wood God huh?" The Professor asked and Dean nodded. "Well, there's plenty of those around here."

Dean nodded as he began to flip through the pages of the book hoping he'd be able to find anything similar in the rough sketches. Dean continued to flip through the pages until he stopped on a page with farmers working in a field with what looked like a scarecrow in the middle. "This is it." Dean said looking down at the words on the separate page.

"Oh that's not a wood God." The Professor said looking over Dean's shoulder. "I mean not quite a wood God."

"The V-Vanir..." He looked at the Professor even though he knew this was something he found the night before. After a brief nod from the Professor, Dean continued to read. "Were Norse Gods of protection and prosperity. They kept their villages safe from harm. Some of the people built images of the Vanir into their fields while others made human sacrifices with one man and one woman. Looks like a scarecrow doesn't it?"

"I suppose it does." The Professor shurgged looking over Dean's shoulder.

"The Vanir is supposed to be sprung up by a sacred tree." Dean's forehead creased as he tried to understand what he just read. "A sacred tree?"

"Well, the Pagans believed that all things contained magic." The Professor said hoping to clearify the confusion on Dean's face.

"So what happens if someone were to, torch it? Would it kill the God?" Dean asked.

The Professor let out a chuckle believing Dean was telling a joke. "These are just legends, my boy."

"Of course." Dean said with a soft chuckle. "Well, I do appreicate the help you have given me." He held out his hand and shook the Professor's hand. "Take care."

"Happy to help, young man." The Professor said watching as Dean turned and left. When the door to the office was reopened, Dean stopped when he ran into the Sheriff who smiled and taking his shotgun sent the butt end into Dean's head knocking him to the ground unconscious.

~DSCWIN~

Christina felt a little uncomfortable as she sat on a stool in the back of the cafe while Emily came back with a small plate of homemade apple crisps, a loaf of bread and some Apple butter.

"Thought we could have a little snack while I look at your arm." Emily said with a smile.

"Not sure that's a good idea. I mean it's pretty nasty looking."

Emily chuckled as she grabbed an apple crisp and tossed it on her mouth. "I took care of my Dad's injuries when he used to work in the Orchard full time."

"What happened?" Christina asked as Emily began to roll up her sleeve over the injury.

"He was out picking up some apples when the scarecrow there fell on him. Cut his leg pretty bad. Mom and the townspeople rushed to him and got the Scarecrow back up and took my dad to the hospital."

"Well, I'm glad he's okay. No offense but he shouldn't have been in that orchard. Nobody especially at night."

"No offense taken." Emily smiled gently prying the tape off of Christina's arm making her wince. "I used to go to that orchard as a kid. That scarecrow there scared me all the time. Even now as an adult I can't stand that place."

"Well, that's makes two of us." Christina said grabbing an apple crisp and took a tentative sniff before popping it in her mouth. "So how does my arm look?"

"Not as bad as you made it out." Emily said grabbing the peroxide and new gauze. "Should heal up nicely."

Christina took a sharp intake of air as Emily pressed the peroxide into her arm. She looked around trying to distract herself. She noticed a couple of pictures on the wall. She studied them closely. "Hey, Emily I have a question."

"Okay what is it?"

"Who do you take after?"

"My mom." Emily said finishing up the cleaning on her arm. "Why?"

"It's just that I don't see it in your parents. But I see it in that picture there. Those must be your real parents."

Emily gave a slight smile. "Yeah. I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle. I call them mom and dad as they raised me since I was seven. My real parents were killed in a car accident."

"Well I'm sorry about your parents." Christina said looking over at her shoulder as Emily had placed a brand new piece of gauze and tape over the wound. "Thank you for helping."

"You're welcome. Did your boyfriend not want to help?" Emily asked as Christina pushed down her sleeve on her shirt.

"What boyfriend?" Christina asked confused.

"The man you're traveling with."

Christina began to chuckle as she shook her head. "Oh no, he's my older brother." She chuckled some more. "Yeah, he's just my older brother that's it."

Emily began to chuckle as well for a few minutes before the front door of the cafe opened and slammed shut. "I'll be right back." Emily said before leaving.

Christina began to pick up the garbage that lay over the table when she stopped as she heard Emily start to scream.

"No! Don't go back there!"

"Emily this has to be done." The woman, Stacy, spoke as if she was fulfilling a special assignment. "That girl needs to be sacrificed."

Christina's stomach flipped when she heard those words. She had a feeling Dean had already been picked up by the way the Stacy had been acting. Christina looked around finding a small bed in the corner. She quickly rushed over to it and peered underneath it. There was too many boxes and the footsteps were getting closer. Christina swallowed hard before seeing the window was partially opened to help air out the room while Emily used the peroxide on her shoulder.

She had climbed out of the window just as Stacy and Emily rounded the corner. Guilt seemed to spin inside Christina as she huddled close to the ground hoping they wouldn't see her.

"I guess you would have to do, Emily. I'm sorry." Emily's screams drapped over Christina as she continued to sit there. Rain began to fall drenching the ground but made great cover as Christina slowly moved away. She knew where they would be taken to. But how she was going to get there was another story.

~DSCWIN~

"You reached Dean's number. You know what to do." Sam's heart fell into the pit of his stomach as he reached Dean's voicemail for the third time. It wasn't really like him to ignore him like that. He knew he must be in trouble. He was about to call his sister's number when his bus number was called over the loudspeaker.

"Hey Sam our bus just got in." Meg said throwing her backpack over her shoulders. "California here we come!"

"Actually, you'll have to leave on your own." Sam said quickly gathering his belongings. "I'm worried about my brother. He's not answering his cellphone. It's going straight to voicemail."

"Maybe he turned it off." Meg said sounding hurt to be alone.

"That's not like him." Sam commented putting his backpack over his shoulders. "I'm sorry Meg. But I have to go back."