"So we have a scarecrow made of a missing couples' skin sitting in an orchard outside of a town that swears they've never seen them before."
Dean nods. "Sounds a little fishy to me, Sammy."
"I don't get it," Sam turns in his seat. "I've never even heard of something like this. Is it sacrifice? A god?"
"I don't know," Dean pulls into the gas station. "But I know who to ask."
"You're back," announces the young girl they spoke to before.
"Never left," Dean corrects. He looks at her necklace. "Emily."
"Still looking for your friends?" they nod. "Need a fill up?"
"That's be awesome," Dean smiles.
"Hey, we were driving, and we stopped at the orchard outside of town. Whose is it?" Sam chimes in.
"I'm not sure," Emily admits. "I came here when I was thirteen after my parents died. It's always been there."
"It's kinda creepy," Dean suggests.
Emily laughs. "I don't disagree. It's why I never go out there."
Sam nods before glancing to the back. "It looks like you have customers."
"Car trouble. We're just fixing it up for them."
Dean looks up at his brother. "A couple? A guy and a girl?"
"How'd you know?"
"Here you go. On the house!"
The brothers step into Scotty's café and spots the formerly anti-social owner speaking warmly to a couple sitting at a small table. There's plenty of food for a party of six.
"Oh, we couldn't let you do that," the woman speaks up. "You've already been too kind to us."
"It's my pleasure," Scotty insists. "Besides, we're famous for our apple pie."
"Hey, Scotty. Can I get a coffee, black?" Dean sits at a nearby table. "Oh and some of that apple pie too?"
Scotty frowns but moves behind the counter.
"What brings you here?" Sam asks before joining Dean.
"Road trip," the woman smiles.
The man nods. "We've always wanted to travel, and we finally saved up enough to do it."
"I'm sure these people want to eat in peace," Scotty calls.
"Just friendly conversation," Dean replies. "Oh and that coffee?"
"We hadn't planned to stay; we just stopped to get gas, and the man at the station saved our lives."
Sam looks at the woman. "How so?"
"Our break line was leaking," the man picks up. "We had no idea. They're fixing it now."
"How long did they say?" Dean asks concerned.
"Sundown," he replies.
"That long?" Dean turns to Sam. "You know, I'm a mechanic myself, and I could get you up and running in probably an hour."
She smiles politely. "We appreciate the offer, but we'd rather an expert do it."
"It's just that these roads aren't safe at night. I don't want you out there driving alone," Dean pushes.
The couple grimaces before the man speaks up. "Hey, listen, man, we're trying to eat, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Dean eyes Sam. "I'm drowning over here."
"Excuse my brother," Sam smiles at the couple. "We lost a friend a few years back. He was driving late at night out on those roads."
The woman softens. "I'm so sorry," she pats Dean's leg. "Thank you for your offer, but we'd still-"
Loud shouts explode from outside. The brothers exchange looks before racing from the diner. They spot a couple standing in front of Harley. A young man shouts before pointing across the street.
Dean runs up in time to hear the man's words. "Did you think we were dumb? That we wouldn't know what you did to our car?"
Harley backs up in fright, but it isn't far enough. The other man delivers a punch knocking Harley to the ground.
"Joe! Stop it, Joe!" Sam hears the woman scream.
But it's obviously fallen on deaf ears as Joe swings again. The woman pulls at Joe's arm to stop him.
"I should have you arrested!" Harley yells standing to his feet.
"Arrest yourself!" Joe retorts. "We could have been killed!"
"What's going on?" Sam jumps in.
"This joker cut my gas line after he said he was 'fixing' it!" Joe barks.
"That's not true!" Harley protests. "I completely fixed it."
"Then how come we broke down out by the orchard?" the woman speaks up.
Sam and Dean exchange looks as an officer jogs up. "What's going on here?"
"He assaulted me," Harley chokes.
"Because you sabotaged my car!" Joe stands up to Harley.
"Now, I'm sure that's not true," the sheriff counters.
"Then explain how my wife and I ended up stranded," Joe seethes.
"Because your car's a hunk of junk," Harley bites.
Joe lunges again, but the sheriff holds him back. "If you don't stop this, boy, I'm gonna have to arrest you."
The man shoves the sheriff off. "I'm not your boy, and I'd like to see you just try and arrest me."
"You need to leave. Now," the sheriff. "Do you need an escort?"
Joe grins. "No, I can do that myself, but when I get home, I'm reporting both of you."
"You go ahead, boy," Harley sneers.
"Oh, I will," Joe smirks. "Because back home I put jackasses like you away all the time."
Harley and the sheriff grow silent, and the couple walks away with a sharp look. Sam and Dean track them down outside their car several feet away. "Hey, can we ask you a couple questions?"
Joe whirls. "Now listen, I've had it up to here with you locals. I'm jet setting out of here ASAP."
"We just want to ask about the orchard."
Joe freezes and eyes them. "What do you want to know about that orchard?"