Gas station, Burkittsville

Emily sees Dean and the others. "Who is this?" she asks, spotting Fayre. Fayre waves and gives a friendly smile.

"That's my sister," Damon answered before moving in front of Fayre. Emily looks at Dean.

"Still looking for your friends?" Emily asked, looking at Dean, Damon and Catherine. Dean nods, he looks at Emily's nameplate necklace.

"You mind 'fillin her up there, Emily?" Dean asked, she nods and grabs the pump and starts to pump the Impala full of gas. "So, you grew up here?"

"I came here when I was thirteen, I lost my parents. Car accident, my aunt took me in," she replies.

"I'm sorry," Catherine said with a frown.

Emily smiles, "You're from the UK?"

Catherine smiles and nods. "Yeah, moved here last winter."

"Hey, you been out to that orchard? You seen that Scarecrow?" Dean asked

"Yeah, it creeps me out," Emily answered.

Dean laughs, "Whose is it?"

"I don't know, it's always been there," she answered,

Dean nods and looks at a red van. "Is that your aunts and uncle's?" he asked, gesturing towards the van.

"Costumer, had some car troubles," She answered.

"It's not a couple is it? A guy and a girl?" Emily nods.

"Mmhmm." Dean becomes worried.

Scotty's cafe.

Scotty was serving a couple sitting at a table.

"We are famous for our apples. So, you gotta try this pie," he said, holding a plate of pie.

"Oh, no it-" the woman tried refusing but was interrupted by Scotty.

"Please, it's on the house." The four walk into the Cafe.

"Mmm, this place smells delightful," Catherine said, looking around. She looks at Scotty.

"Oh, hey, Scotty. Can I get a coffee, black?" Dean asked. Scotty nods and walks away to get the coffee. "Oh, and some of that pie too, while you're at it."

"Yeah get me some pie too!" Catherine hollard. Dean smiles at her like he was impressed. He sits down at a table next to the couple,

"How yall doin? Just passing through?" Dean asked the couple. Damon, Catherine and fayre sit down at the table. There were only two chairs so they grabbed another two from another table.

"Road trip," the woman answered with a smile, excitement in her voice.

"Hm. Yeah, we are on a road trip ourselves," Dean said, gesturing at others. The couple nod and smile. Scotty walks over to the couple to refill their cider.

"I'm sure these people want to eat in peace," Scotty said. He looks at Damon and Catherine. "Put those chairs back!" Cathrine glares at Scotty.

"We're just having a friendly conversation," Dean says. Scotty starts to walk away. "Oh and that coffee to man, thanks." Scotty looks back at Dean with an irritated expression.

"So what brings you to town?" Dean asked the couple.

"We just stopped for gas and, uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives," the woman answered,

"How's that?" Damon asked, looking curiously at the woman.

"One of our breaklines was leaking, we had no idea, he was fixing it for us," the man answered. Dean looks at the couple, with a concerned expression.

"The people here are very generous," Catherine said with a smile. The woman's eyes glow with excitement.

"You from England?" the woman asked Catherine, after hearing her speak.

"Yes, I have recently moved to The United States."

"Yeah," the man said.

"So how long until you're up and runnin? Dean asked.

"Sundown." Dean becomes even more concerned.

"Really. To fix a breakline?" Dean said with disbelief. The man nods. "I mean, you know, I know a thing or two about cars. I could probably have you up in running in about an hour. I wouldn't charge you anything." Dean offers.

"You know, thanks a lot, but I think we'd rather have a mechanic do it," the woman says.

"Sure. I know." Dean pauses. "You know, it's just these roads. They're not real safe at night." The couple look at each other,

"He's right," Damon said, looking at the couple. "He's willing to fix a simple problem, in an hour rather than all day." Damon pauses. "And charge you nothing."

"You could spend that money you saved on spending more time with each other," Catherine says with a gentle voice.

"Thanks for coming sheriff," Scotty said to the sheriff who walked into the cafe.

"Oh. I dont know," the woman says. She looks at her husband. Scotty whispers to the sheriff. The sheriff walks towards the group. Dean nervously looks at the sheriff.

"I'd like a word, please," The sheriff asked, Dean. Damon and Catherine look at the sheriff.

"Oh come on. I'm having a bad day already," Dean says.

"You know what would make it worse."

Interstate

"So, we got kicked out of the town?" Damon said with frustration. He looks back at the sheriff who's following the Impala.They are so guilty!" he said with a raised voice. Dean looks at him through the mirror. "Why can't any of us sit on the passenger side?"

"Because Sam sits there even when he's not here with us," Dean answered.

"What are we going to do now?" Catherine asked, looking out the window.

"We come back at dark." Dean pauses. "The couple is still endanger and no damn sheriff is going to stop us!"

"Fayre? You've been quiet. What's wrong?" Damon asked, his sister.

"Nothing, just thinking about dad." Anger built up inside Damon.

"Well don't. He was a scumbag!" he snapped. Dean looked at the two through the mirror, he was paying attention to what they were talking about.

Burkittsville, the Orchard

It was night, Dean had driven back to the orchard in Burkittsville. "That's their van," Dean points out. The van was parked on the side of the road. "Damn it." Dean pulls over to the side of the road. He gets out of the Impala. Damon and Catherine get out as well.

"O-no," Damon said to Fayre who was getting out of the car. "You're staying here." Fayre scowls at him and sits back down in the seat.

The three hurry into the orchard. They stop when they hear the woman shouting.

"We're too late!" Catherine shouts as they start running towards the woman's shoutes.

They hear the woman shout, "Steve!" They stop in front of the couple.

"Get back to your car!" Dean shouts. The couple ran fast at them. "Oh shit!"

"What!" Damon and Catherine shout at the same time. The scarecrow was getting closer. Steve stops to catch his breath.

"I forgot my gun," Dean starts to slowly walk back. Damon and Catherine do the same.

"What!" Catherine says. Their walk turns into a steady run. They caught up with the couple and stopped.

"We need to-" Damon says, breathing heavily. "Keep going," he finishes. They looked behind them and the scarecrow was still moving towards them, at a faster pace than before.

"Go! Go!" Dean shouts. They all start running towards the clearing. Catherine trips over an exposed root and falls. Damon looks behind and sees her, he runs to her.

"Come on," he says as he helps her up. They manage to reach the clearing. Damon trips falling to the ground, Catherine falls on top of him.

They both breathe heavily, Catherine laughs from relief. Damon also laughs when Catherine gets off of him and onto her feet. Damon also gets up, he looks forward to where the scarecrow was chasing them. The scarecrow was gone.

"Thank you," Catherine thanked.

"Yeah." Damon is still breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, "No, problem."

"What...the hell was that thing?" The man asked, still catching his breath.

"Don't ask," Dean said.

The Impala

Dean calls Sam, as he drives. Damon looks at Catherine. "How's the leg?" he asked her. Catherine smiles and turns her head towards him, to face him.

"I don't think it needs amputated," she jokes. "I just twisted my ankle I don't think it's serious just hurts like a son 'ova gun." Damon nods. "Uh, sorry, about falling on you."

Damon smiles. "It's fine, better than getting killed by a killer scarecrow." Dean glances at the two from the mirror. Catherine smiles.

They both listen in on Dean talking to Sam. "No, It's more than a spirit. It's a god. A Pegan god anyway." Catherine and Damon look at each other with a shocked expression.

"I thought we were hunting monsters, not Pegan gods," Damon said in a quieter voice.

"So what? Does that mean the old religions were correct?" Catherine replies.

"The annual cycle of killings? And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman like some kind of fertility right. And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin' 'em up like a christmas turkey," Dean said, to Sam through the phone.

"There has to be a way to kill this thing," Damon said to Catherine. She looks at Dean then back at Damon. She scratches her head.

"Well, I'm sure Dean will find a way to execute this god or whatever it may be." She looks at Fayre who is in a deep sleep. Fayre was a heavy sleeper, she usually sleeps in when she can.

"Yeah. I hope so, maybe we could put an end to this town's sacrificial rituals."

"I wonder how long they've been going?" Catherine pauses. "How many people they have killed," she continued. Dean closes his flip phone and throws it on the passenger seat.

"So, we are dealing with a god?" Damon asked Dean. Dean looked at him through the mirror.

"I don't know yet. We are going to talk to a professor, he might be able to help."

"What about Sam? Are we going to get him?" he asked Dean. Dean doesn't answer right away.

"No, he is on his own. He wants to be on his own." Damon sighs and looks at Fayre while she is still asleep. Catherine sniffles.

Community College

The three follow a professor to the community college. "It's not everyday I get a research question on pegan ideology," the professor says with excitement and curiosity.

"Yeah, well, call it a hobby," Dean responded, walking beside the professor.

"I'm afraid Indiana isn't really known for its Pegan worship."

"Well what if it was imported. You know, like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn't this a lot of this area settled by immigrants?"

"Well, yeah," The professor answered.

"Like that town near here, Burkittsville. Where are their ancestors from?" Dean asked the Professor.

"Uh, northern Europe, I believe, Scandinavia." They finally enter the College.

"What can you tell me about those Pegan gods?"

"Well, there are hundreds of Norse gods."

"Actually I'm looking for one. Might live in an orchard." The professor nods and they start to walk to a classroom. Catherine and Damon walk side to side, behind Dean and the Professor.

"So, we are dealing with a Norse god?" Damon said to Catherine as they walked up stairs to the second floor of the Collage. Catherine looks at him. "I hope we're not dealing with a god like Thor."

"If we are maybe he'll sign your chest," Cathrine jokes.

Classroom

"Woods god, hm? Well, let's see," the Professor said, looking through a book. Dean sees a scarecrow on one of the pages.

"Wait, wait, wait. What's that one?" Dean said, pointing at the scarecrow.

"Oh, that's not a woods god," the professor said. Dean looked at the scarecrow and the name above it.

"The V-Vanir?" Dean said, in more of a question. He looked up at the Professor who nods. "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," He read out loud. Dean looks at the scarecrow again. "Kinda looks like a scarecrow, huh." Dean points at the picture of the scarecrow.

"Creepy isn't it," Catherine comments while looking at the picture. The professor looked at Catherine with surprise.

"Oh, you must be from Britain. Great place, very rainy," the Professor said. Dean continues to read to himself. He looks up at the Professor.

"This particular Vanir that's energy sprung from the sacred tree?" Dean asked the Professor.

"Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic."

"Wait, so if it's sacred tree was burned or cut down would it harm the god or even kill it?" Damon asked. The Professor looked at him with a confused expression.

"These are just legends we are discussing." There was a moment of silence.

"Well thank you very much," Dean broke the silence. He shakes the professors hand and they leave the classroom. Dean is hit in the head and knocked out

"No?" Damon shouted before punching the sheriff who had knocked Dean out. The sheriff grunts and knocks Damon to the ground.

Catherine is grabbed behind by the Professor. "Get off me!" she shouted. She elbows the Professor on the knows causing him to let go of her and cover his knows. The sheriff kicked Damon until he was unconscious. The sheriff butts Catherine with his rifle knocking her unconscious.

Damon awoke in the local jail. A police officer stood by the cell door, his back facing Damon. Damon sits up on the bed, his stomach sore from the sheriff's kicks. Damon looks to his left at the cell next his. Catherine was laying on the hard metal bed, her head rested on a white pillow. "Hey," Damon said to the officer, "Where's Dean?"

The officer turns around, staring at Damon. "I don't know 'em. You and your girlfriend are being held until the sheriff gets back from his 'trip' then he will handle y'all," the officer said with a large smile. The smile gave Damon and uneasiness, like the officer already knew what was going to happen.

"Hey, Catherine," Damon gets off the bed and walks towards the cell wall. The wall was just more metal bars. "Catherine wake up." Catherine doesn't respond; she was still asleep. Damon looked back at the officer who's back faced him again. "Where is my sister?"

The officer turned around again, "The girl in the car? We let her go, we couldn't charge her with anything. She drove the car off, hopefully she doesn't go back to Burkittsville." The officer smiled, knowing that's most likely where she went.

Anger grew inside Damon like a lethal cancer. He hears Catherine groan and move her legs, she is waking up. "Hey, Catherine," Damon looked over at her, Her limbs slowly starting to move as she woke up.

Cellar, Burkittsville

Dean looked around and it was too dark to see anything. The only light was the small cracks outlining the door of the cellar. Suddenly the cellar door opens, Emily was being held by her aunt and uncle. Tears streamed down Emily's face as she cried. "Aunt Stacy, uncle Harley, please," they drag Emily next to Dean, "Why are you doing this?"

"For the common good," Stacy shuts the cellar door.

Jail near Burkittsville

Damon sat on the bed, humming to himself. "Damon?" Catherine said, sitting up. She had her hand on her forehead, she had a headache. Damon gets off the bed and rushes to the cell wall. "What the bloody hell happened? Where is Dean?"

"He's in Burkittsville I think," Damon looked at the guard then backed her, "We were attacked by the sheriff, don't you remember? At the College." Catherine sorts through her mind, and remembers hitting the professor. Catherine nods, and moves to her side of the cell, to face Damon.

"Yeah, I was whacked with that rifle, knocked me cold." Catherine looked at the guard. "How do you suppose we get outa here?"

Cellar, Burkittsville

Dean bashes his shoulder into the door, trying to open it. "I don't understand. They're gonna kill us?" Emily asked, wiping her eyes.

"Sacrifice us. Which is, I don't know, classier, I guess?" Dean walked over to Emily, "You really didn't know anything about this, did you?"

"About what? The scarecrow god? I can't believe this," Emily looked at Dean with worry in her eyes.

"Well, you better start believing, cause I'm gonna need your help." Emily sniffles and crosses her arms.

"Okay."

Jail near Burkittsville

The guard leans up against Damon's cell's door. His back was still facing Damon. "I don't know, the guard said the sheriff was gonna come back. Maybe he's gonna kill us or sacrifice us to that god. Whatever the case may be we are screwed," Damon sighs, "I hope Fayre is okay."

Catherine looked at Damon with sympathy, "Maybe Dean got away somehow. He could be on his way to get us from this," Catherine looked around, "Jail." Catherine looked at the guard, the guard was very overweight and had a receding hairline. "Hey, twat why don't you let us out of here huh. You got Dean."

The guard turned around and looked at Catherine. He gave her an unattractive smile, "I can't do that, unless," the guard looks up and down Catherine's body, "You do something for me." The guard's smile made Catherine cringe and it set a fire of anger inside Damon.

Cellar, Burkittsville

"Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree," Dean said.

Catherine looked at him, with a confused expression, "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." Dean looked at the cellar door then back at Emily.

Emily looks through her thoughts, "There was this one apple tree. The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the first tree."

"Is it in the orchard?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, but i don't know where," Emily answered. They both looked at the cellar door after seeing something block the small light it had created because of the small cracks that outlined the door. The door suddenly opened, Stacy stood at the door.

"It's time," she said. Emily and Dean both look at each other.

Jail near Burkittsville

Damon looked at Catherine, shaking his head. They both made eye contact then Catherine looked back at the guard. "Alright, what do you want?" she asked, already knowing what he wanted.

The guard adjusted his pants, "I think you already know," the guard looked at Damon then at Catherine, "You do this, then I'll let you go."

"We both go if I do what you want," Catherine argued, staring at the unattractive guard. "You clearly are very lonesome. I think I am being reasonable." Damon wanted to beat the guard to death, he clenched his hands into a fist.

The guard smiles and nods, "You do sound pretty reasonable," the guard looks at Catherine's chest. The guard walked to Catherine's cell and unlocked the door of the cell. The guard walks into the cell, Catherine forcefully kicks him knocking him against a metal bar, knocking him unconscious. She quickly ran out and unlocked Damon's cell door.

"Come on," She said.

Orchard, Burkittsville

The elders; Stacy, Harley and the sheriff tie Dean and Emily to a tree. "How many people have you killed, Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?" Dean asked, tensely staring at the sheriff. The sheriff finishes tying Dean to the tree.

"We don't kill them," The sheriff responded.

"No, but you sure cover up after. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" Dean said, before the sheriff walked away.

"Uncle Harley, please," Emily said. Her eyes become watery.

"I'm so sorry, Em. I wish it wasn't you," Harley said with a frown.

"Try to understand. It's our responsibility. And there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you," Stacy said.

"I'm your family," Emily said with a low voice. She looked at the ground.

"Sweetheart, that's what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one." The four elders walk away from the two.

Thirty minutes fly by. Dean and Emily began to hear shouts, "Dean!" Dean is filled with relief and excitement. Dean recognizes the voice it was Damon.

"Damon! Over here!" Dean shouted back. Damon, Catherine and Fayre walk towards Dean's shouts. They finally reach Dean and Emily. "I am glad to see you, where were you?"

"Oh you know, in jail," Damon answered. Dean smiled before Damon set him free. Catherine frees Emily and they run to the Impala. "So, you're not one of those crazies?" Damon asked Emily as they ran.

"No, I didn't know anything about this sacrificial crap. I just thought this small town was lucky," Emily replied, running to the Impala. They all got in, Damon sat in the passenger side and the rest got in the back, except for Dean, he was in the driver's side. They all begin to hear shouts.

"The crazy people are coming back!" Damon shouts. Dean nervously looks behind, The sheriff and five other elders were running to the Impala. Dean starts the engine and they drive down the road, away from the orchard.

Dawn

Dean, Damon and Emily walk through the orchard. "So, if we burn the tree, what will happen to the crazy locals?" Damon asks while walking towards the sacred tree. Damon was holding onto a container of Gasoline.

"They will suffer like everyone else, no prosperity through sacrifices," Dean replies, stopping by the sacred tree.

"Let's light this log!" Damon says.

"NO!" Stacy cries out as Dean lights the sacred tree on fire. The three turn around. The elders along with a bunch of the townspeople stood in front of them.

"RUN!" Dean shouts and all three run to the Impala. The sheriff fires his ruffle hitting a tree. The three reach the Impala and quickly get in. They hear another shot, Dean starts the car and they drive off.

Dean grabs his phone and calls Sam.

"Dean? You burn the tree?" Sam answered the phone.

"Yes, nearly got a bullet in my ass though. You in California?" Dean asked.

"No, I was actually on my way to get you, I had to stay in a hotel, for the night. Listen Dean. All we have is each other. I mean we have dad but god knows where he is, and Jessica is gone and mom..."

"Yeah." Dean looks at Damon who was on the passenger side.

"Is Damon and Catherine still there? Oh and his sister... I forgot her name."

"Yeah, they stuck around, saved my ass. I don't think they're going anywhere," Dean answered.

Hello everyone this is the final part to chapter two. Sorry this took a while to write. Just been doing a lot of stuff. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. And if you're reading on fanfiction well sorry about the mess. I had to delete the story off there and republish it my bad :(