I'm sorry to inform you that this is the last chapter of Scarecrow. I hope you guys have been enjoying my works of fiction and I can't wait to tell you more about my character Christina and small handful of other colorful characters that will be played in my later stories. Thanks again for following and commenting. Supernatural is owned by the rightful owners and not by me.
Dean's POV
I struggled in the ropes the sheriff was trying tightly around my wrists. While I heard grunts and complaints coming from behind me as my sister and Emily were being tied up as well, by Emily's aunt and uncle. I could tell by the grunts and complainants that they were each on either side of me. The sheriff leaned down closer to my ear. "You should have never come back, boy." He growled I snarled back as I fought against the roughness of the ropes.
"I wish it didn't have to come to this, Emily." Emily's uncle said softly. "But it's for the greater good." The greater good? What is so great about killing people? I thought as they slowly moved away towards the direction of the road.
"I hope your pie is freakin' worth it!" I screamed and I heard sobs coming from my right. "Emily is that you cryin'?"
"Yeah," she squeaked. "I'm sorry for getting you guys into this mess."
"Don't be," Christina said her voice surprisingly calm for a girl who's about to die by some blood thirsty killing scarecrow. "We tend to get ourselves in a scraps all the time. And we always get out, right Dean?"
"Yeah," I said trying to sound as convinced as possible. "Can either one of you see the post with the scarecrow?" I asked trying to cut the rope with my nails, which didn't seem to work.
"Not on my side." Emily remarked.
"What about you Christy?" There was only silence. I tried to look around and I couldn't see her red hoodie and my stomach tightened. Shit, that thing got to her already! I was angry as I desperately I began to claw at my ropes trying to get out of here. If I have to, I'll accept my sister's loss as a sacrifice and get Emily out of here! But I'm not going to have any more blood shed!
"Dean?" It was a voice that made everything calmer.
"Sammy?" I asked. I saw him walk up in front of me still wearing the same outfit he wore when he left. "It's so good to see you. You have a knife?" I asked and he handed me the pocket knife I had given him for his sixteenth birthday and began to cut into the ropes. "Tell me if you see that scarecrow move." I said and I felt the ropes break.
"What scarecrow?" He asked my faced paled as I turned around quickly and saw the post completely empty. I rushed over to Emily who didn't hesitate to get to her feet. I grabbed her wrist and Sam, Emily and I began to ran in the direction of the street keeping a ready eye waiting for any sign of movement. With in minutes something ran into me causing Emily and I to fall the ground. Christina's hazel eyes looked as though they were going to jump out of her skull as she jumped to her feet, pulling me up as she went.
"How the hell?"
"No time for answers now, Dean." She yelled grabbing hold of Emily's hand. "Just run!" Sam and I glanced over our shoulders and saw the scarecrow fumbling towards us like a zombie as we ran further the scarecrow simply vanished and we were standing in a clear field breathing hard. That's when I noticed the small cut on her cheek and the fact she wasn't wearing her hoodie.
"Care to explain how you got out?" I asked.
"That thing cut my ropes and placed a hand over my mouth." Christina said with a shiver, and I didn't think it was because of the cold. "The breath reeked of old meat and it cut my cheek. It was going to slice through me but it got my hoodie instead. I ran away and bumped into you." She said looking over her shoulder. "Looks like you'll be paying for drinks for the next week." She said with a chuckle.
"That's not going to happen." Emily's aunt and uncle stood in front of us, while the Sheriff placed a hand on his piece. "You were supposed to die, tonight." The uncle had a shotgun trained on us and I could hear Emily sob. Something splashed on my face and as I saw a tip of a metal object sticking out of the older gentleman's chest while his wife let out a blood curdling scream. The scarecrow had appeared behind them, and was now dragging the old woman and her dead husband behind it as it disappeared into the nightly fog. One man and one woman sacrifice. I thought and I saw the Sheriff running away.
~Scarecrow~
The light morning air sent shivers up our backs as we kept walking around in the large orchard. I glanced down at my watch. It was nearly seven in the morning and the early morning fog gave each of us an uneasy pit in our stomachs as we reached a tree that looked centuries old. We circled the tree splashing a bit of kerosene on the bark, I bent down towards the grass that felt a little damp to me. I instead found a stick and flicked my lighter and held the flame underneath the sleek wood.
"Can I do this." Emily said her face serious.
"You know this might kill this town." I said handing her the lit stick.
"I don't care." Emily said her voice was cold like the early morning. She walked up towards the old tree and threw the stick down. The kerosene lit quickly sending flames up and down the trees as it burned the little bit of vegetation it had on it's twigs. I glanced back at my two siblings, Sam had wrapped his jacket over Christina's bare shoulders. I turned back to Emily and I saw tears falling from her eyes.
~Scarecrow~
We all stood out of the loading bus saying goodbye to Emily. "Make sure you stay out of trouble." I said as I handed the bus driver her suitcase.
"Thanks." She said smiling and giving me a small peck on the cheek. I felt them instantly warm up. "Will I ever see you guys again?" She asked her gray eyes looking up at each of our faces.
"Who knows." Sam said with a shrug. "Enjoy California."
"I will, thanks again you three." Emily waved goodbye and climbed up inside the bus waving at us when she sat down.
"You know, it's kind of nice that she's moving on from here." I said looking over at Sam who looked like he was about to jump on board as well. But he just sat there watching as the bus' doors closed. "You know you still have a chance to catch it."
"Nah," he said looking at me with a smile. "Dad can wait. I mean it would be a complete waste of time if I got there and he wasn't."
"So that's why you came to help us?" I asked Christina was leaning up against the impala waving goodbye at the retreating bus.
"Part of it." He said with a smug smile. "And because Christina texted me telling me about your deal. Had to let her win once."
"You little cheat!" I screamed making Christina scream and run to the other side of the car. "You know I'm not paying for drinks now." I said.
"Yes you are. You either have to pay drinks or let me drive your car." Her hazel eyes were sparkling with mischief as I saw her hands land on her hips. "I only got to drive your car, three times tops. And that was because you guys were too injured to drive."
"Fine, I'll pay for drinks." I said a low grumble escaping my throat. "But you'll only drive my car when you can beat me in a game of beer pong."
"Fine." She said and climbed into the back. Sam was chuckling as he slid inside the front. I let out a strong sigh before sliding into the driver's seat and turned the engine over. Seconds later we were roaring out of the parking lot and down the long open road.
End of Dean's POV