Author's Note: Thanks for all the love guys!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Emily.
Dad? Dad's on the phone. My heart stopped beating. I could feel the room go dead silent as Sam sat on the phone waiting for a response. Dean was still oblivious so I shoved him hard.
"Ow. Dammit what!"
"Its dad….Dean he's on the phone."
That's all it took for Dean to jump off the bed, me behind him.
"Dad. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Sam asked, I tried my best to listen to the voice on the other end.
"I'm fine." It said… Thank goodness he was okay. I felt myself breathe, I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath. I felt just a few pounds lighter knowing that Dad was alive and okay.
"We've been looking for you everywhere. We didn't know where you were, if you were okay."
"Sammy, I'm all right. What about you kids?"
"We're fine. Dad, where are you?"
"Sorry, kiddo, I can't tell you that" What? Now that I knew my dad was okay I was slowly getting angrier and angrier. What the hell. Why is he keeping us out of everything.
"What? Why not?"
"Look, I know this is hard for you to understand. You're just gonna have to trust me on this."
"You're after it, aren't you? The thing that killed Mom. "
"Yeah. It's a demon, Sam." A demon? Whoa. That's some nasty stuff there.
"A demon? You know for sure?"
"I do. Listen, Sammy, I, uh…I also know what happened to your girlfriend. I'm so sorry. I would've done anything to protect you from that." Sam's face went pained, but he quickly recovered it.
"You know where it is?"
"Yeah, I think I'm finally closing in on it." Well then we need to be there.
"Let us help."
"You can't. You can't be any part of it."
"Are you kidding me right now…" I finally opened my mouth.
"Why not?"
"Give me the phone." Dean said stepping in front of Sam.
"Listen, Sammy, that's why I'm calling. You and your brother, you gotta stop looking for me. Alright, now, I need you to write down these names."
Stop looking for him? Is he serious right now?
"Names? What names, Dad—talk to me, tell me what's going on."
"Look, we don't have time for this. This is bigger than you think, they're everywhere. Even us talking right now, it's not safe."
"No. Alright? No way." Sam started to cop an attitude.
"Give me the phone." Dean said again reaching for it, but Sam pulled away.
"I have given you an order. Now, you stop following me, and you do your job. You understand me? Now, take down these names."
Sam rolled his eyes and Dean yanked the phone away from him.
"Dad, it's me. Where are you?... Yes, sir Uh, yeah, I got a pen. What are their names?"
Dean started to write them down. I still wasn't sure how to react to all this now. I'm thrilled he's alive and okay. But I'm even more pissed that he's keeping us away from the demon.
"Yeah. She's up." Dean said suddenly eyeing me.
"Okay." Dean went to hand me the phone… I just froze looking at him.
"Emily take the damn phone!" Dean growled at me. I reached out and took it from him.
"Daddy?"
"Emily, baby… are you okay?"
"Yeah daddy I'm fine. Where are you? I wanna see you" I could feel the lump in my throat growing, making my voice crack at the end.
"Babygirl its not safe right now for you to be with me. Please understand."
"Daddy we can help you. We can do it I promise." I begged him.
"Look Emily… we need to talk. I got your message." Oh holy fuck shit.
"..Dad.. I.. I'm.."
"Emily I don't know where you got that smartass mouth from but you need to get it under control. You are never to speak to me or anyone else like that ever again."
"Yes sir." I mumbled trying to fight back the tears. I talk to him for the first time in months… and he wants to lecture me.
"You can tell your brother to go buy him a bar of soap so he can scrub your mouth out with it. I never wanna hear that word from your mouth again."
"Yes sir."
"I've gotta go. I love you all. Stay safe, be smart."
"Love you-…. too Daddy." He hung up the phone before I could finish it.
I dropped the phone onto the bed and got up and crossed the room to go to the bathroom.
"Emily.." Dean tried to stop me, but I just shook my head and kept walking.
I locked the door and slid down the back of it. Trying to cry as quietly as possible. I didn't want the boys to know, although at this point you'd think I'd figured out its useless to try and hide this from them. I don't usually cry over much of anything. But this was my daddy. I hadn't heard that voice in months. How can I be so angry at him, and so upset that I've let him down at the same time. I just want him to come back, for us all to be together again. I sat there for a minute pulling myself back together. I got up and splashed water on my face.
Walking back out Sam was already on his laptop looking up the information Dad gave us. Dean was sitting on the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, waiting for me to come out.
He looked at me and knew it was best not to say anything. He just passed me before going into the bathroom himself. I layed back down in the bed wrapping into the blanket, I looked up to the clock, it said 4:07. Well, Happy Birthday to me, too bad my own father couldn't say it.
I made sure that I was asleep by the time Dean came back out.
The next time I opened my eyes it was really bright outside, someone had pulled the curtains open on the windows- weird.
I looked at the clock and it said 12:43. Whoa. I slept a lot last night. I guess I had been having a hard time sleeping worrying about dad, but knowing he was alive I was finally able to crash.
I blinked a few times, remembering that I'm now officially a 16year old. Birthdays usually aren't a big fuss in our family. We usually are on the road working a job and stop for a pie- or cheesecake in my case. I sat up looking for the boys, they were both sitting on the couch watching the too small TV in the corner. Dean heard me getting up.
"Well well well… I thought you might sleep the whole day away."
I grinned, "On my birthday? Yeah right." I walked over and weaseled into the small space between them. I buried my feet under Sam's legs and leaned my back against Dean, he put his arm over the top of the couch behind me so that I could comfortably sit against him.
"So what do you wanna do today birthday girl?"
I eyeballed Sam, grinning wide. "Well I believe at 16 people are allowed to get a license, a license to drive. That's exactly what I wanna do."
Dean scoffed, "You don't have anything to drive, you don't need a license."
"De! Come on, let me drive baby today!"
Deans eyes went wide as he sipped his beer, "Seriously…. Out of all the things you could ask for, you just wanna drive my car?"
"Yep" I said popping the P at the end.
Dean stared down at me, then groaned as he got up causing me to fall backwards, I tried to sit up and regain my balance but Sam was putting extra pressure on my feet and wrapped his hand around my knees making it more difficult.
"Sammy! Stop!" I giggled.
He laughed and slapped my leg, jumping up before I can reach him to slap back.
We all got ready and went to get food in town, I had chicken strips as usual and ofcourse an extra large piece of chocolate and strawberry covered cheesecake. Talk about death by chocolate.
"Alright De, keys." I said as we walked out.
"Nope. No license yet." He said smirking.
"Well fine, take me to the DMV then driver." I spoke from the backseat as if I was in a limo.
Sam laughed and Dean rolled his eyes before going to the small stuffy office space down the road, 2 excruciating hours later I walked out with a little plastic card. I promptly shoved it as close to Dean's face as possible, he just swatted my arm away.
"Alright pretty boy hand em over!"
Dean stopped at the back of the impala and I literally watched his face contort in pain as he handed me the keys. Sam sat in the backseat, I swiftly ran around front and Dean climbed in next to me. He put on his seatbelt pulling at it to make sure it was tight, I glared at him.
"Seriously Dean? You act like I don't know how to drive."
"Yeah well I seem to remember a certain someone taking out a mailbox the first time I let her drive."
"Dean I was 10! I didn't know… I thought it would be like those racing games at the arcade, besides I could barely see over the dash at that age."
I started the impala and felt the rumble in the steering wheel, a smile spread cheek to cheek across my face as I punched the gas and felt her lurch onto the road. Speed limit? What speed limit? You mean that sign that says "Hey, you should go this fast, but really you should always go at least 5 to 10 mph faster than what I say."
I pulled into the motel parking lot and shut baby off, I turned to dean who had a grip on the oh shit handle that was turning his knuckles white, what a baby. I turned back to look at Sam. He had his eyes closed grabbing his seat belt in front of his chest. Good Lord… it wasn't that bad.
I got out and tossed Dean the keys. "Never again!" he said as if he was out of breath. I laughed and followed my two idiots inside the room.
We packed up and hit the road, we weren't 2o minutes down the road before Sam turned around and handed me a small envelope.
"Happy Birthday Em." I was kinda shocked. We never really did presents.
"Aw, Sam. You didn't have to do this."
"Sure I did. Big 16. Its an important one." I smiled at him.
I opened the envelope, it was an itunes gift card, Sam knew I was wanting some new music on my ipod. I love that kid.
Dean surprised me by speaking up next.
"Here kiddo, I got you something too." He reached back into his duffel and pulled out something boxy wrapped in newspaper.
I shook the heavy thing but it made no sound, "De, what is this?" I laughed a little, curious but also a little unsure of what to expect.
"Open it and find out."
I peeled back the newspaper and revealed a small yellow and black book, when I flipped it over to read the front it said "Driving for Dummies"… I glared up at Dean trying to contain my laughter.
I leaned up to the front seat and kissed Sammy on the cheek, right before I leaned over and flicked Dean on the ear.
"Hey! What the hell… he gets a kiss and I get jipped?" Dean asked in mock horror.
"Thank you… both of you." I said eyeing Dean in the rearview mirror, a smile pulling at my lips.
The drive was long, and it was almost midnight before we were even close. Dean asked Sammy to fill us all in on the details again.
"Alright, so, the names Dad gave us, they're all couples.
"Three different couples. All went missing."
"And they're all from different towns? Different states?" Dean asked him.
"That's right. You got Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross-country. None of them arrived at their destination, and none of them were ever heard from again."
"Well, it's a big country. They could've disappeared anywhere." I said.
"Yeah, could've. But each one's route took 'em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another after another."
"This is the second week of April." I said out loud putting the pieces together in my mind.
"Yep."
"So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?"
"Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man's a master."
"Hey, take a right up here at the split." Sam said.
"That's the wrong way Sammy."
"We're not going to Indiana." Sam suddenly said.
"We're not?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"No. We're going to California. Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code."
"Sam." Dean said pulling off to the side of the road, oh great. Here comes the fight.
"Dean, if this demon killed Mom and Jess, and Dad's closing in, we've gotta be there. We've gotta help."
"Dad doesn't want our help"
"I don't care."
"He's given us an order."
This really seemed to irk a nerve with Sam. He hated following dad's orders.
"I don't care. We don't always have to do what he says."
"Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives, it's important."
"Alright, I understand, believe me, I understand. But I'm talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge."
"Sammy in one week whatevers going on in Indiana will be over… for a whole nother year." I quietly added as nice as possible.
He flung his head around, "So what… you're agreeing with Dean. Again?" He asked accusingly.
"Hey don't jump her ass because she's got her head on straight!" Dean quickly defended me.
Sam sighed and looked forward shaking his head.
"Alright, look, I know how you feel."
"Do you?.." Dean looked a little shocked at Sam's attitude. "How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?"
"Dad said it wasn't safe. For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something that we don't, so if he says to stay away, we stay away."
"I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it's like you don't even question him!"
"Yeah, it's called being a good son!" This must have drawn the line, Sam jumped out of the car, opening the trunk and grabbing his duffel.
What the hell is he doing… he isn't leaving is he? I jumped out behind Dean.
"You're a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don't care what anybody thinks." Dean started getting angry.
"That's what you really think?" Sam turned getting closer to his face.
"Yes, it is."
"Stop it… both of you!" I tried to intervene but it went unnoticed.
"Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California." Sam said set in stone. Oh no… not again.
"Come on, you're not serious." Dean scoffed.
"I am serious." Sam said starting to walk off.
"Sammy wait please don't leave!" I said running over to him.
I grabbed his arm but he yanked it away, he turned to see the shocked and hurt look on my face.
Suddenly he felt guilty, "I'm sorry Em. I gotta do this…" I just stood there, willing him to change his mind. I threw puppy dog eyes at him.
"Come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me… we'll find dad. We'll knock out this demon."
I looked back at Dean who looked as shocked as I felt by Sam's question.
He then looked to me, waiting for me to answer, almost as if he was afraid of it. I turned back to Sam.
"I can't Sammy…. You know that."
Sam looked down. "Yeah… Okay Em. I'll see you later."
"Sam… don't.." I begged one more time. He ignored it.
"It's the middle of the night! Hey, I'm taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me?" Dean yelle d after him.
"That's what I want you to do." Sam yelled turning around one last time.
I walked back to Dean, standing in front of him with my arms crossed.
"Emi-" he tried but I quickly stopped him.
"You happy now Dean?! Was this what you fucking wanted. All the fighting and bitching… you saw what happened last time, now here we are again. Watching him walk off…." I shook my head and got in the impala. Slamming the door behind me.
Dean stood there on the road for a minute before climbing back in, he sighed looking at me. I had tears streaming down my face, I wanted so badly to blame this on him, but I knew it wasn't his fault. I shouldn't have yelled at him.
"Come here kiddo." I slid over and buried my face into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry De… its not your fault. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it" I cried to him.
Dammit what is with all this crying lately.
"Shhh… Its okay kiddo. I know."
I sucked it up and stayed as close to Dean as I could without being in the way of him driving. I dozed off and was suddenly being shook by Dean.
"Hey… Kiddo. Come on we're here."
"Mmmm.. no. 5 more minutes… " I groaned.
"Emily get up." Dean chuckled.
"Nooooo….. lets take a nap first." I pleaded with my baby voice.
"Come on Em, you've been out for 5 hours. Get up."
I opened my eyes and glared them at him. Pulling myself up and adjusting my hair in the mirror.
"You know normal people consider 8 hours a full nights rest… not 4." I said grumpy.
Dean laughed again, "Well how about I buy you breakfast to make up for it. Looks like this café might have some pancakes." He said taunting me with the food he knows I love.
"…. Only if they have the good syrup. None of that fruity shit." I said trying to pretend to still be grumpy.
We got out of the car and walked into "Scotty's Café."
"Let me guess, you must be scotty." Dean said pointing to the sign up front.
"Yep." He said.
"Hi, my name's John Bonham. This is my sister Emily." Seriously De?
"Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" Scotty asked suspiciously. Uh oh. Busted. I don't think anyone's ever caught Dean like that.
"Wow. Good. Classic rock fan." Dean said clearly shocked.
"What can I do for you, John?"
"Id like pancakes." I said with a smile.
He grinned at me and wrote it down.
"I was wondering if, uh, you'd seen these people by chance." Dean asked handing him the flyers of the most recent couple.
"Nope. Who are they?"
"Friends of mine. They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here, and I've already asked around Scottsburg and Salem—"
"Sorry. We don't get many strangers around here." Scotty said with a slight attitude.
"Scotty, you've got a smile that lights up a room, anybody ever tell you that? … Nevermind" Dean ordered his food and we enjoyed our breakfast. Oh how I love pancackes.
Next we walked over to the general store.
"You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?" Dean asked the older man named Harley.
"Nope, don't remember 'em. You said they were friends of yours?"
"That's right."
"Did the guy have a tattoo?" Asked a cute woman walking down the stairs.
"Yes, he did" Dean said obviously checking her out.
"You remember? They were just married." She said pointing it out to Harley.
"You're right. They did stop for gas. Weren't here more than ten minutes." Well he sure changed his story fast. Weird?
"You remember anything else?" I asked, trying to hide my tone. This guy was totally lying to us.
"I told 'em how to get back to the Interstate. They left town."
"Could you point me in that same direction?"
"Sure."
Me and Dean started down the road to the highway, passing by a beautiful apple orchard.
"I think they're lying Dean."
"Yeahh. I know. I saw it too Em."
"I think that Emily girl is cute, what a great name huh?" I asked winking at him.
"Yeah. Kinda puts her off limits… can't be saying that name in bed."
"Ewww! De! I did not need to know that…" I gagged. Dean found it amusing.
Suddenly we heard some noise coming out of the backseat. Is that the EMF meter. I reached back and pulled it out of Dean's bag. It was going crazy.
"Dean pull over."
We got out and began walking through the orchard.
"Ahh!" I squealed as I turned a corner and caught glimpse of the creepiest scare crow I've ever seen in my entire life.
"Emily? You okay?!" Dean came running over to me.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine, just spooked myself. Check this guy out." I said pointing to the terrifying thing.
"Dude… you are fugly." Dean said making a face similar to mine. He grabbed a ladder and climbed up the tall pole he was sitting on to get a better look.
"Hey Em. What did that guy's tattoo look like again?" I handed him they flyer and he held it up against the scarecrows arm. Oh eww…..
"Dean that is nasty! Get away from it!" He climbed back down and we drove into town again looking to press some more info out of the locals.
"You're back." Said the other Emily as we pulled up.
"Never left." Dean smiled.
"Still looking for your friends?"
Dean nodded, "You mind fillin' her up there, Emily? …So, you grew up here?"
"I came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in."
"They're nice people."
"Everybody's nice here."
"So, what, it's the, uh, perfect little town?"
"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."
"Hey, you been out to the orchard? You seen that scarecrow?" I asked sounding creeped out.
Emily laughed, "Yeah, it creeps me out too."
"Whose is it?"
"I don't know. It's just always been there."
"That your aunt and uncle's?" Dean asked gesturing to a red van that we didn't see earlier today.
"Customer. Had some car troubles."
"It's not a couple, is it? A guy and a girl?"
"Mmhmm."
Me and Dean gave each other a knowing look. We quickly walked back to the café and sat down across from the only couple in the place.
Scotty walked over to them with two plates of apple pie, damn it looked good.
"We're famous for our apples. So, you gotta try this pie." He said to them.
"Oh, no. We couldn't put you out for that.." said the woman.
"It's on the house." Scotty said turning to walk away and catching sight of us.
"Oh, hey, Scotty. Can I get a coffee, black?" He looked annoyed but left to get it.
"Oh, and some of that pie, too, while you're at it." I hollered after him. I don't remember getting any free pie with my breakfast this morning.
"How ya doing?" Dean asked turning to the couple.
They waved, "Passing through?" I asked them.
"Road trip."
"Hm. Yeah, us too." Dean added.
"I'm sure these people want to eat in peace." Scotty said walking over with Dean's coffee… hey. Where's my pie?
"Just a little friendly conversation." Dean replied letting him know its time to back off.
"So, what brings you to town?" I asked them again.
"We just stopped for gas. And, uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah, one of our brake lines was leaking. We had no idea. He was fixing it for us."
"Nice people."
"Yeah."
"So, how long till you're up and runnin'?" Dean asked them sipping his coffee.
"Sundown."
" fix a brake line? I mean, you know, I know a thing or two about cars. 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."
"Sure. I know…You know, it's just that these roads. They're not real safe at night."
"I'm sorry?"
"I know it sounds strange, but, uh—you might be in danger." Dean added... well this isn't going well.
"Look, we're trying to eat. Okay?" the guy snapped.
"I'm sorry… my brother just worries. We're here looking for our friends. They passed through town, and there have been some disappearances out on the highway." I tried to help the situation, but didn't even notice the sheriff and scotty walking up behind us.
"Thanks for coming, Sheriff." I head Scotty mouth. The sheriff approached Dean.
"I'd like a word, please."
"Come on. I'm having a bad day already."
"You know what would make it worse?"
The sheriff escorted us out and followed us till we were past the county line.
We waited an hour before driving back and stopping at the orchard, where we found the familiar red van- empty. We grabbed our guns and took off into the orchard, getting there just in time to realize the creepy bastard climbed off his pole and when we heard the screams we thought we were too late.
Luckily the frightened couple ran right into us and we were able to get them out for the night. Now we're sitting in a room contemplating our plan for tomorrow… I decided now is probably the best time to push Dean a little, he looked at his phone once every few minutes for the last couple of hours.
"Call him Dean."
"What?" He asked as if I hadn't noticed what he'd been doing.
"Dean. Stop being so damn stubborn and call him."
"No."
"Fine…" I grabbed Deans phone and had hit call before he could snatch it away. It rang twice.
"Dean?" Sam said.
"Hey Sammy, its Em. You okay?"
"Yeah Em I'm good, hey listen I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't take shit out on you like that."
"Its okay Sammy…" Dean was watching me carefully.
"Hey uh Dean wants to talk to you.." I shoved the phone at Dean and he started to whisper yell.
"No! Emily! You called him not me!"
"Take the damn phone Dean!" he finally did. I smirked at him, watching him do his best to apologize without having to actually say the words sorry… I walked out so they could talk in private.
The next morning we left and went to the local college to dig up some information on pagan gods. Apparently that's what Dean and Sam think we're dealing with. It makes sense.
"It's not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology." The professor confessed to us.
"Yeah, well, call it a hobby." Dean lied.
"But you said you were interested in local lore?"
"Mmhmm."
"I'm afraid Indiana isn't really known for its Pagan worship."
"Well, what if it was imported? You know, like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn't a lot of this area settled by immigrants?" I asked him.
"Well, yeah."
"Like that town near here, Burkitsville. Where are their ancestors from?"
"Uh, northern Europe, I believe, Scandinavia."
"What could you tell me about those Pagan gods?" Dean asked.
"Well, there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses."
"I'm actually looking for one. Might live in an orchard."
"Woods god, hm? Well, let's see." The professor flipped through a book in front of us.
"Wait, wait, wait. What's that one?"
"Oh, that's not a woods god, per se."
"The V-Vanir? The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice. One male, and one female. Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?" Dean asked more to me then the professor.
"I suppose."
"This particular Vanir that's energy sprung from the sacred tree?"
"Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic."
"So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it'd kill the god?"
"Son, these are just legends we're discussing."
"Right yeah, I uh, Just wanna make sure that Emily here gets an A on her creative writing essay… Thanks for your help!"
"No problem"
We went to open the door and leave. Suddenly the sherrif was there and knocked out Dean with the butt of his gun. OH shit. I swung and broke his nose, but before I could reach for my gun the professor wacked me on the back of the head with a thick ass book.
When my eyes finally opened again it was pitch black.
"Hello? Dean?"
"Emily… you good kiddo?"
"Yeah. Sorry motherfucker wacked me in the back of the head, I think its bleeding De." I could feel something wet on the back of my neck. I just assumed it was blood.
"You feeling dizzy?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Okay good.." I could hear him struggle against whatever he was tied to. Suddenly light filled the dark area and I realized we were in a basement, or cellar maybe?
"Please.. Uncle Harley don't do this! Aunt Stacey?" We heard Emily being brought down the stairs.
"Why are you doing this to us?" She cried.
"Its for the common good Emily. Please understand… I'm so sorry it had to be you."
"Wait no just use me!" I yelled out to them.
"What?" They asked.
"Emily stop talking." Dean warned but I wasn't listening.
"You need a guy and a girl right… you already have one! Just use us… let her go."
Stacey laughed, "Silly girl. You're not of age, plus you're related. We aren't sure that's even allowed. We just figured that since we've been so late with our sacrifice this year we'll throw you in as a virgin sacrifice to make up for making him wait so long."
"You people are some kind of sick." Dean hissed at them.
"Its… regrettable. But necessary. Please try to understand…" Harley spoke as they walked out the door.
It was just the 3 of us now.
"Well Dean… guess you got your wish. I'm dying a virgin."
"Seriously Em? So not the time…"
"If we survive this I'm going to find a man and make sure I'll never be eligible for the virgin sacrifice again."
"Emily dammit shut up!"
"What?! Its to protect me! I wouldn't be on death row right now if you didn't scare off every guy that looks at me."
"I don't understand. They're gonna kill us?" The other Emily asked interrupting our argument.
"Sacrifice us. Which is, I don't know, classier, I guess? You really didn't know anything about this, did you?"
"About what? The scarecrow god? I can't believe this."
"Well, you better start believing, cause I'm gonna need your help. Come untie me and Em."
"Okay." She got us free quickly.
"Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree."
"What tree?"
"Maybe you can help me with that. It would be really old. The locals would treat it with a lot of respect, you know, like it was sacred."
"There was this one apple tree. The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree."
"Is it in the orchard?"
"Yeah, but I don't know where."
Suddenly the cellar door opened again, there stood some of our favorite town members, armed and ready.
"It's time." Stacey told us.
They walked us into the orchard and tied Dean and Emily up side by side, they put me on the other side of them so we couldn't see each other, but I could still hear them. They secured our ropes and walked away.
"I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!" Dean screamed to them.
"So, what's the plan?" Emily asked him.
"I'm workin' on it."
I scoffed… that meant he had no clue.
What felt like hours later we were still strapped to trees, and it was getting dark.
"So uhh. How's the plan coming Dean?" I hollered over at them.
"I'm working on it." He tried to defend.
"Yeah well I'm just dying over here… take your time!"
Suddenly there was noise… someone walking towards us.
"Oh god…. Dean!"
"Emily! What? What is it?"
"Dean its coming! Dean I cant.. I can't get out.. " I frantically continued to pull at my ropes, tearing up the skin on my wrists.
"Hey you bastard you come over here!" I heard Dean try and get it's attention.
But it was no use, I could see the figure coming towards me, the steps getting louder and louder, I knew I wasn't getting down. So I just closed my eyes and turned away as I saw it come out from behind the trees.
"Emily?" I heard a familiar voice say.
"Sammy? Oh thank God! Sammy please get me down!" He ran over and untied me quickly. When he finished I jumped on him and he barely was able to catch me. I squeezed him so hard.
"Em.. Emily its okay you're okay." He said stroking my hair and rubbing my back. I so thought I was gonna be dead. That was it. I was dead. I never wanted to let him go.
"Sam? Is that you?" Dean called from the other side… but I wasn't releasing my grip on him.
"Yeah. Its me… hold on." He said trying to get me to let go.
"Emily.. its okay, come on we gotta get Dean." He was finally able to pull me down, he grabbed my hand and we went over to Dean and the other Emily.
"Oh! Oh, I take everything back I said. I'm so happy to see you. Come on. How'd you get here?" Dean asked him.
"I, uh—I stole a car." Sam said smiling.
"Haha! That's my boy! And keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could come alive any minute."
"What scarecrow?" We all looked over… oh no… He's gone.
We took off running.
"Alright, now, this sacred tree you're talking about—"
"It's the source of its power."
"So let's find it and burn it."
"Nah, in the morning. Let's just shag ass before Leather Face catches up."
But we ran straight into the sheriff and scotty, oh shit.
"This way" Dean called, we followed but were quickly cut off by Harley and Stacey.
"Please. Let us go." The other Emily cried.
"It'll be over quickly, I promise."
"Please."
"Emily, you have to let him take you. You have to-" he was suddenly cut off when a blade came through his body from the back to the front, hooking him. Stacey screamed but was quickly taken as well. The towns people scattered and Emily cried into Dean, listening to her aunt scream as they were dragged away by the scarecrow.
We hauled ass out of there and went back this morning to burn it. Emily went with us and we dropped her off at the bus station.
"Think she's gonna be alright?" Sam asked.
"I hope so." I replied.
"And the rest of the townspeople, they'll just get away with it?"
"Well, what'll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough." Dean added before asking Sam another question, "So can I drop you off somewhere?"
"No, I think you're stuck with me." Sam looked up to us and I grinned wide.
"What made you change your mind?" Dean asked him.
"I didn't. I still wanna find Dad. And you're still a pain in the ass."
"Amen to that one.." I added earning a shove from Dean.
"But, Jess and Mom—they're both gone. Dad is God knows where. You me and Em. We're all that's left. So, if we're gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together."
"Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful." Dean mocked. Sam just pushed him away laughing.
"You should be kissing my ass, you were dead meat, dude."
"Yeah, right. I had a plan, I'd have gotten out."
"Right." I added.
That night we pulled into a diner to stop and get a bite to eat. There was a table in the back with 4 boys, all in letterman jackets, and the one with the blonde hair had these beautiful green eyes that just wouldn't leave my dark brown ones. Oh. Yes.
"Emily…" Sam snapped me out of my stare.
"Hmm. Yeah What?"
"What do you want to eat, she's been waiting." I suddenly looked up and realized the waitress was there.
"Oh! I'm so sorry. Um. Chicken strips and fries please!"
She walked away and both brother's were staring at me.
"What?" I asked looking between them.
"Whats got you so distracted?" Dean asked. Before he had the chance to look around I quickly jumped up.
"I'm uhh, gonna step outside. Left something in the car." I knew I would have to walk right by blondie to get out, hopefully he'd take the hint.
Just as I stood up and went to walk away Dean grabbed my arm, shit. He noticed them.
"Oh I so don't think so." He said pulling me back down to sit next to him, swinging his arm over my the bench behind my shoulders. Glaring at the table of football players.
"Dean I seem to remember a certain deal we had about me not being eligible for sacrifice again if we survived last night."
"Oh no, hunny that was no deal, that was just you running your mouth. I never agreed. As far as I'm concerned you're still dying a virgin." He grinned to me sarcastically.
I looked to Sam, "What about you? You're gonna allow him to lock me up like Rapunzel or some shit?"
"Oh Emily… as a brother I must say I honestly would have no problem with you dying as a virgin." He said with a smartass smile on his face too. Ughhh. Brothers.
"You two are ridiculous!" I threw a fry at both of them.