"You jerk!" Nancy yells.
Joe snickers and engulfs Nancy in a hug. "It's good to see you too."
"I'm not huggin' you," Dean retorts.
"Fine with me," Nancy mumbles. She presses into Joe. "Let's get out of here."
"Wait, where's Sam?"
Joe crunches his nose. "I don't know. We split up looking for you."
"Dammit, Sam," Dean mutters. "You two take off. I'm not leaving without Sam."
"We'll help, Dean," Nancy assures.
"You won't be helping no one."
The trio turns slowly and sees the sheriff, Harley, and Stacy standing behind them. All holding loaded guns.
"Heya, fellas," Dean starts.
"Shut it," the sheriff orders.
"Listen, you don't want to do this," Joe tries. "Killing people? Are you sure about that?"
"We're saving people," Harley insists. "If we don't do this, our town will die."
"So you're killing innocent people instead?" Nancy cries horrified.
"We're not killing you," Harley protests.
Dean scoffs. "Right. You're just standing us in front of a ticking time bomb."
"We do what our god demands," Stacy insists. "You'd do the same."
Nancy scowls. "My God doesn't demand the death of innocent people."
"Enough!" the sheriff bellows. "It's almost time. Let's tie them to those trees and take cover."
With hands held high, Joe, Nancy, and Dean are secured to trees. They watch in disbelief as the locals disappear in the night.
"I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!" Dean shouts at them.
"So what next?" Nancy sighs.
"I'm working on it," Dean assures.
Ten minutes later, Nancy tugs at her restraints and turns to Dean. "You don't have a plan, do you?"
"I'm working on it," Dean insists.
"Sure," Nancy mutters.
"Can you see anything?" Joe calls from the left.
"See what?" Nancy asks.
Joe turns. "That damn scarecrow! I've outran it enough for one life."
"Quiet!" Dean orders. "There's something coming."
Soft footsteps grow louder as they approach the trio. Nancy strains to see the figure and nearly screams when a hand grabs her.
"Sam!" she cries with delight. "Oh thank God!"
"Damn, it's good to see you," Dean laughs. "I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you."
"Yeah, sure," Sam grins and loosens his brother's bonds.
Joe rubs at his wrists then looks up to the scarecrow's post. "Hey, guys, we need to watch for that scarecrow."
"What scarecrow?" Sam asks.
They all turn to where Joe is pointing. The empty posts shines in the night.
"Let's shag ass before Leather Face catches up," Dean suggests, and the others nod in agreement.
They take off down a path and reach a clearing, but they stop as the locals step out guns pointed again.
"Let us go. Please," Nancy pleads.
"It'll be over quickly," Harley insists. "It's for the greater good."
Joe looks with disbelief. "You're all nuts."
Harley shakes his head. "You have to let him take you. If you don't-" a scream rips from his lungs as the scarecrow stabs through his chest.
Screams break the air, and they all scatter in fright. Nancy grabs Joe's arm and tears down a path. The scarecrow appears behind them and reaches out to take Nancy.
"Hey, double ugly!" Dean calls. Nancy watches Dean burst through the trees chugging apples at the scarecrow.
The scarecrow roars but continues to stalk Nancy. She darts between the trees rushing past the locals.
Stacy stumbles after Nancy. "No! No! You can't let it take me. I've also been devoted to-" her protests cut off as the scarecrow takes her as his last victim.
Nancy never turns back.