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hopeitsworthitThe professor was helpful with getting Dean the information he needed, but the butt of the shotgun to the head was from the Sheriff was less so.
He wakes up with a splitting pain above his left eye and when he touches his fingers to his face it stings like a bitch. He groans and curses.
x x x
Awhile later the cellar doors (he figured out it was a cellar while rummaging around in the blackness and finding stairs that lead to two latched doors he couldn't get open) and the old woman, Stacy, her husband, Harley, and the Sheriff are standing there. The old couple's niece Emily is being shoved into the cellar by her uncle.
She begs them to stop; Dean stands and looks up as they close the doors.
"Why are you doing this?" Emily asks, a whimper in her voice.
Coldly, Stacy responds, "For the common good."
The doors close.
x x x
The sun is getting lower in the sky and hits the doors of the cellar at the right angle, letting shafts of light through, illuminating it enough for Dean and Emily to be able to see.
"I don't understand, they're going to kill us?" She asks as Dean tries ramming his shoulder against the doors again. It's useless.
"Sacrifices. Which is... I don't know, classier I guess." He moves back down the stairs toward Emily. "You really didn't know anything about this, did you?"
"About what? The scarecrow god? I can't believe this." She wipes away a hint of tears.
"Well you better start believing, 'cause I'm going to need your help."
"'kay."
"Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree."
"What tree?"
"Maybe you can help me with that. It'd be really old. Locals would treat it with a lot of respect, like it was sacred or something." He watches her, waits for her to speak.
"There was this one apple tree, the immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree."
"Is it in the orchard?"
"Yeah, but I don't know where."
He opens his mouth to say something but before he can the cellar doors open. They both look up.
The sheriff has his shotgun trained on them and Stacy calls down,"It's time."
In the orchard they're tied to trees. Dean sits on the ground, his hands above his head being tied to the tree. Emily is about 20 feet to his right, the scarecrow about 200 feet behind them.
"How many people have you killed Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?"
"We don't kill them," the Sheriff says.
"No, but you sure cover up after. How many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" The sheriff walks around to the side and takes up his shotgun, keeping it trained on Dean.
"Uncle Harley, please," Emily says.
"I am so sorry, Em. I wish it wasn't you." The sincerity in Harley's voice disgusts Dean.
"Try to understand," Stacy starts. "It's our responsibility and there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you."
"I'm family," Emily pleads.
"Sweetheart," Stacy bends down and touches her hand to Emily's face. "That's what sacrifice means: giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be saved. The good of the many, outweighs the good of the one."
She stands and with Harley and the others, leaves.
"Hope your apple pie is freakin' WORTH IT!" Dean yells at them as they leave. He slams his head back against the tree in anger, trying to devise a way to get out of this.
"So what's the plan?" Emily asks.
Dean looks around, unsure. "I'm workin' it."
x x x
Two hours later, they're still tied to the trees.
"You don't have a plan, do you?" Emily says.
"I'm workin' on it." If she listened between the lines of that statement, she would see he really said 'We're fucked.'
He tries to turn his head to look at the scarecrow, but he can't turn that far.
"Can you see?" He asks her.
"What?"
"Is he moving yet?"
She tries to look and says in a defeated voice, "I can't see."
"Oh my god," Emily says, her voice filled with fear.
There's a pause in which Dean can hear the crunching of leaves. Someone--or something--is coming.
He wakes up with a splitting pain above his left eye and when he touches his fingers to his face it stings like a bitch. He groans and curses.
Awhile later the cellar doors (he figured out it was a cellar while rummaging around in the blackness and finding stairs that lead to two latched doors he couldn't get open) and the old woman, Stacy, her husband, Harley, and the Sheriff are standing there. The old couple's niece Emily is being shoved into the cellar by her uncle.
She begs them to stop; Dean stands and looks up as they close the doors.
"Why are you doing this?" Emily asks, a whimper in her voice.
Coldly, Stacy responds, "For the common good."
The doors close.
The sun is getting lower in the sky and hits the doors of the cellar at the right angle, letting shafts of light through, illuminating it enough for Dean and Emily to be able to see.
"I don't understand, they're going to kill us?" She asks as Dean tries ramming his shoulder against the doors again. It's useless.
"Sacrifices. Which is... I don't know, classier I guess." He moves back down the stairs toward Emily. "You really didn't know anything about this, did you?"
"About what? The scarecrow god? I can't believe this." She wipes away a hint of tears.
"Well you better start believing, 'cause I'm going to need your help."
"'kay."
"Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree."
"What tree?"
"Maybe you can help me with that. It'd be really old. Locals would treat it with a lot of respect, like it was sacred or something." He watches her, waits for her to speak.
"There was this one apple tree, the immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree."
"Is it in the orchard?"
"Yeah, but I don't know where."
He opens his mouth to say something but before he can the cellar doors open. They both look up.
The sheriff has his shotgun trained on them and Stacy calls down,"It's time."
In the orchard they're tied to trees. Dean sits on the ground, his hands above his head being tied to the tree. Emily is about 20 feet to his right, the scarecrow about 200 feet behind them.
"How many people have you killed Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?"
"We don't kill them," the Sheriff says.
"No, but you sure cover up after. How many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" The sheriff walks around to the side and takes up his shotgun, keeping it trained on Dean.
"Uncle Harley, please," Emily says.
"I am so sorry, Em. I wish it wasn't you." The sincerity in Harley's voice disgusts Dean.
"Try to understand," Stacy starts. "It's our responsibility and there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you."
"I'm family," Emily pleads.
"Sweetheart," Stacy bends down and touches her hand to Emily's face. "That's what sacrifice means: giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be saved. The good of the many, outweighs the good of the one."
She stands and with Harley and the others, leaves.
"Hope your apple pie is freakin' WORTH IT!" Dean yells at them as they leave. He slams his head back against the tree in anger, trying to devise a way to get out of this.
"So what's the plan?" Emily asks.
Dean looks around, unsure. "I'm workin' it."
Two hours later, they're still tied to the trees.
"You don't have a plan, do you?" Emily says.
"I'm workin' on it." If she listened between the lines of that statement, she would see he really said 'We're fucked.'
He tries to turn his head to look at the scarecrow, but he can't turn that far.
"Can you see?" He asks her.
"What?"
"Is he moving yet?"
She tries to look and says in a defeated voice, "I can't see."
"Oh my god," Emily says, her voice filled with fear.
There's a pause in which Dean can hear the crunching of leaves. Someone--or something--is coming.
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Date: 2006-09-14 12:26 pm (UTC)Then, a second or two, later --
"Dean?"
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Date: 2006-09-20 02:53 am (UTC)"I take everything back I said: I am so happy to see you."
Sam moves over and starts untying the ropes around Dean's wrists.
"How'd you get here?"
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Date: 2006-09-22 05:39 pm (UTC)More of a question than an answer, really.
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Date: 2006-09-30 12:45 am (UTC)As Sammy's untying the ropes Dean says, "Keep an eye on that scarecrow, he could come alive any minute."
He pulls his hands down.
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Date: 2006-10-01 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-06 11:21 pm (UTC)He reaches out a hand and helps Emily up. To the both of them he says, "We've got to get out of here. Now."
As they run, Dean explains the all about the tree to Sam.
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Date: 2006-10-07 01:25 am (UTC)"It's the source of its power."
Logical solution: "So let's find it and burn it."
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Date: 2006-10-09 10:54 pm (UTC)"In the morning. Let's just shag ass before leatherface catches up."
The trio moves into a clearing and stops when they see what's in front of them: Harley and Stacy stand in their way with flashlights. Harley has a shotgun.
Dean pulls Emily toward him. "This way." But they can't go anywhere--they're surrounded. In the darkness something growls.
Emily pleads to her aunt and uncle. "Please, let us go."
"It'll be over quickly, I promise," Harley tells her, not lowering the gun.
"Please," Emily says again.
"Emily, you have to let him take you. You have to--" The tip of the scythe bursts forth from Harley's chest; Stacy screams. Then Emily. She turns, burying her face in Dean's chest as he and Sam watch in shock as the scarecrow pulls the scythe from Harley's back sending him to the leaf-covered ground before grabbing Stacy. The scarecrow hooks it's scythe into Harley's leg and drags him and the screaming Stacy into the darkness of the orchard as the sheriff and other townspeople flee in terror.
Dean realizes the others are leaving and breaks from his shocked stillness. "Come on, come on. Let's go."
At the edge of the orchard they turn back, listening to the heavy breathing of the scarecrow that echoes out. And then it stops and the trees are silent again.
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Date: 2006-10-10 07:18 pm (UTC)Sam douses the tree's base with the gasoline as Dean picks a branch off the ground and lights it. When it's aflame, Emily holds her hand out and says, "Let me."
"You know the whole town's gonna die," Dean says, holding it back.
She grabs it from his hand. "Good," she says, and walks up to the tree. She stands there a second or two, then tosses the branch toward the base.
The tree catches fire, and the whole thing burns.
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Date: 2006-10-10 08:03 pm (UTC)Dean gives her a small two-fingered wave as she boards. The bus pulls away.
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Date: 2006-10-12 07:14 pm (UTC)Sam's still watching the bus.
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Date: 2006-10-25 11:10 pm (UTC)"So, can I drop you off somewhere?"
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:23 pm (UTC)The touch only lasts a few seconds as Sam bats his hand away and Dean breaks out laughing. Dean starts heading for the car again, a grin plastered on his face.
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:24 pm (UTC)"You should be kissing my ass. You were dead meat, dude."
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:28 pm (UTC)"Come on, Sammy, I'm starvin'."