Yay, my first Supernatural ficcie to be posted! (Not the first one written, though... Just the first one to be posted...). This, apparently, is an alternate ending for Scarecrow. Cuz for some reason... I don't know, this little story just popped up in my head and I just had to write it.

So, warnings include - Spoilers for Scarecrow, and...mmm, I think that's it... Maybe some stuff before that. Just be careful. I also used the 'F' word a few times, so if you're not comfortable with that, um, well, imagine it being 'darn' or something...

This story really isn't that long, just so you know. I wrote it while on vacation two months ago... And...um... It's not the best...but it's not the worst, right? At least I have better spelling/grammar ability than my brothers!

...right...

I don't own Supernatural. If I did, there would be so much more angst. So much, it'd leave you in tears every week! Ahh, one can dream, can't they?

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"Sam, let's go! Our bus should be here any minute now!" Meg called over to Sam, who was still trying to reach his brother.

Sam looked up to her, worry etched all over his face. "But Dean still won't answer his—"

"You know, after what you told me, I think you should stay away from that stupid brother of yours," Meg advised, cutting him off. "Just forget about him. I bet he's busy now, and there's nothing to get worked up about. Don't you want to go to California?"

Sam thought about it for a long time. She was right, Dean could be busy… But what if he was in trouble? Serious trouble? What would Sam do if something happened to Dean?

Dean is an experienced hunter, Sam tried to assure himself. Even if he's in trouble, he'll have no problem helping himself out. I mean, he's been on plenty of solo missions before, right? He nodded and cancelled the call he was trying to make to his brother.

Meg cocked her head towards the bus stop. "Well, come on!"

He'll be fine, Sam thought to himself before he followed Meg.

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"You don't have a plan, do you?" Emily asked, glancing over to Dean, her expression fearful.

Dean frowned at her, and didn't bother answering.

"Wait…" Emily tried pulling her wrists free of their restraints. "I think I might… I might…be able to…wriggle my way out of here…"

"Well then wriggle!" Dean urged. "If slip out, I'll get us out of here."

It took many long, painful minutes, but eventually Emily somehow managed to squeeze out of the ropes that held her. Dean let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He was surprised, and he wondered if maybe some lucky god had blessed them.

Emily, once completely free, scrambled over to where Dean was tied, and she undid his ropes as fast as her nimble little fingers could go.

Dean threw off the ropes and grabbed Emily by the wrist, ignoring the way she trembled. "Okay, let's get the hell out of here before that freaky scarecrow gets off his—oh shit…" Dean had glanced to where the scarecrow was supposed to be hanging, but the thing was, there was no scarecrow in sight.

Emily's eyes darted around fearfully. "Please get me out of here."

Dean looked at her, a dark anger filling his mind. "Damn that fucking Sammy," he hissed to himself. "If only he had…" He shook his head, clearing it of the anger. He could never blame anything on Sam, no matter how angry he was. He knew it was his fault that he was in this situation—his fault and his alone. He pulled Emily along as he ran as fast as he could out of the orchard.

They had only made it so far when they found themselves surrounded by the very people who had put them there in the first place. They had shotguns—or at least, most of them did. Emily's aunt wasn't armed. Dean didn't see a way out of this one. He couldn't fight them all and a bloodthirsty Pagan god. He stood protectively over Emily. If some damn thing wanted to kill completely innocent people, then it would have to go through him first.

Emily's aunt opened her mouth, but before any sound came out, the scarecrow came up from behind her and attacked her. He jabbed his metal hook straight into the woman's heart, and ripped the hook out again, the weapon drenched in blood. The townsmen stared on in shock, and then ran off. The only ones left were Dean, Emily, and Emily's uncle, who only gawked in horror.

He soon recovered, ran behind Dean, and shoved his forward.

"Here's your male sacrifice!" he yelled.

The scarecrow raised his hook, thick droplets of blood dripping from it, and stabbed it down into Dean's chest—or he would have, but Dean dodged, and the blow only just grazed the left side of his face, leaving a long, nasty cut. Dean didn't even flinch at this, but shouted, "Get out of here, Emily! I'll meet up with you!"

The girl didn't even hesitate before she ran like the wind.

The scarecrow looked from Dean to Emily's uncle and back to Dean again, looking indecisive—or at least, it struck Dean as indecisiveness. The other man, Dean had realized, seemed to have frozen up in fear. This gave Dean the perfect opportunity to run, and he took it. He ran straight out of the orchard, a loud scream echoing out behind him.

The scarecrow had received its sacrifices.

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The next morning, after Dean and Emily had burned down the first tree with a ton of gasoline and a few matches, Dean dropped off Emily at the bus station. Dean didn't really know what the girl was going to do now, but he had wished her luck and then went to his car.

After he had sat down, he picked up his cell phone and opened it up. The phone had been beeping for a long time now, indicating that he had missed a call.

47 missed calls, the screen read. Dean's eyebrows shot up. Forty-seven calls? He bet that if he had counted all the times he had been called in his lifetime, it'd amount to…about fifteen or so. But forty-seven?

Dean frowned. Of course, all those calls came from Sam. I wonder what he wants… Maybe he wanted to check in— to see if the scarecrow had killed me or not yet.

He cringed at the thought of his little brother. When he had left him, just standing on the road like that, he had felt so guilty, and utterly hopeless. He had the feeling that he wouldn't see his baby brother for a long time. When Sam had told him that he wanted to be left behind like that, it hurt a lot—definitely not as much as it did when Sam had left for college, but it still hurt.

Suddenly, his phone began to ring.

It was Sam.

Dean stared at the phone, a sad look passing his face. I can't believe he would want to talk to me… He's the one who wanted to leave me again, so why even bother calling? He pressed the ignore call button, tossed the phone into the passenger seat, and finally started up the car.

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Okay, okay... Umm... Reviews are greatly appreciated, thanks, thanks. Does anyone want more? Want me to stop? I'd like to know.

(Nervous-ness is clouding my brain...can't think straight. Reviews always clear my head though, lol)