"We were hoping you could tell us," Dean answers.
Joe snorts. "That's not gonna happen."
"Do you think that's why they sabotaged your car?" Sam challenges.
Joe and his wife exchange a look. She frowns. "Why do you want to know?"
"We think this has happened before," Dean responds truthfully.
"No offense, guys, but we don't even know who you are," she counters.
"I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We're just trying to figure out what's going on around here."
"I'm Nancy," she offers a handshake. "This is my husband Joe."
"So the car?" Dean tries again.
"I guess it doesn't matter if we tell you," Joe sighs. "We were heading home when we stopped for gas yesterday. Five minutes and we'd be on our way. Harley told us that our gas line was leaking and offered to fix it."
"Joe's great with cars. He fixes all of our problems. I haven't paid for a mechanic in years," Nancy takes up. "But we went with what he said because he seemed like a nice guy. Why would he be out to get us? I guess we were wrong."
"What happened?" Sam asks.
Joe shakes his head. "We're barely out of town when the car breaks down. And guess why?"
"Gas line?" Dean offers.
"The gas line," Joe nods. "To say I was pissed is an understatement."
"Did you go into the orchard?" Dean pushes. The couple stays silent. "Listen, if you can tell us anything, that might just save a life."
Joe's eyes narrow. "There's something in that orchard, isn't there?"
This time Dean and Sam are the quiet ones.
Nancy folds her arms. "We're not stupid, fellas. I saw something in that field last night, and I know you've done the same. So why don't you just come clean and tell us what's really on your minds."
"We really don't know," Sam is earnest. "We were hoping you might know."
"Bullshit," Joe scoffs.
Dean is tight lipped. "Hey, if you want more people to die, then please don't tell us anything."
"Don't pander to me," Joe growls.
Sam pulls out the missing poster. "We won't. I can tell you what we know, but I promise it isn't much."
After Sam shares their story, Nancy whispers something in Joe's ear. "Nancy seems to think you're telling the truth."
"We are," Dean assures. "We just want to stop what's taking these people."
"Do you think they're all dead?" Nancy asks, and Sam nods. "We'd like to help then."
Dean grimaces. "Sorry but we can't risk your lives."
"We've done this before," Joe tells them.
"I really doubt that," Dean answers.
Nancy smiles tightly. "You don't know us."
"And that's the problem," Sam begins.
"We're helping, and that's final," Nancy cuts in.
Dean backs down. "But you've gotta be square with us. What happened last night?"
Nancy bites her lip. "Honestly? If I hadn't been there, I wouldn't believe it."
"What?" the brothers respond in unison.
"The scarecrow," Joe starts. "It was on the post one minute. And then the next, it was chasing us around the orchard."
"At first, I thought it was a sick joke," Nancy shivers. "But then it started swinging its scythe at us."
Sam shares a sympathetic look. "That's horrible. How did you get out?"
"I shot it probably six times. Nothing. But Nancy and I managed to out run him and found this bunker in the orchard where we hid until morning."
"And the craziest thing? When Joe and I left in the morning, the scarecrow was back on the post. We watched it all the way to the car, and it didn't move once."
"So you tell us what you think is out there," Joe finishes.
"Are you sure you want to hear our thoughts?" Dean begins slowly.
"We just saw a living scarecrow," Nancy reminds them. "I think we're open to anything."
Sam shrugs. "Well, if I'm honest, I don't know. It could be a spirit. Or a god. We aren't sure yet."
"That comes alive only at night?" Joe suggests.
"Or once a year," Dean counters. "That would explain why we have a missing couple this time every year."
Nancy nods. "So how do we stop it?"