"I guess this is it," Sam whispers.
Its morning, and the four gather in the orchard once more. The scarecrow rests back in its spot, and the bodies of the previous night's sacrifice are nowhere to be found. None of them are sorry for this.
They're now standing around an old apple tree with a design mirroring a tattoo across the bark. Dean holds a can of gasoline. "Ready to torch this sucker?"
Nancy flips her lighter. "It'd be my honor."
"You know the town's gonna die," Dean remarks.
Joe looks over. "Let them die."
Fire consumes the tree moments later, and they stare until there's nothing more than cinders.
"Who's ready for pie?" Dean starts.
Nancy groans. "Don't even suggest such a thing. I don't want to think of apples or scarecrows for months."
"So I guess we won't be accepting you as new hunters?" Sam smiles.
"No, thank you," Nancy drawls.
Joe snorts. "I think River Heights sounds really nice about now. I could use a vacation from mysteries or lethal scarecrows."
"I guess we can't blame you," Dean laughs.
Nancy rests into Joe. "Where are you two heading next?"
"California," Dean announces before Sam can speak.
"Really?" Sam is shocked.
Dean nods. "Yeah, really."
"Well, you have fun in California," Nancy tells them. "But if you find yourself ever in the Chicago area-"
"You can look us up," Joe picks up.
Dean and Sam are surprised. "Seriously?"
"We made a pretty good team out there," Nancy grins. "I might like to do this again. Minus the kidnapping."
Sam shakes on it. "We might just take you up on that offer one day."
The brothers wave good-bye as the couple takes off towards Illinois.
"To California?" Sam begins as they track to the Impala.
Dean looks up with a wink. "To California."