Point of Know Return

05. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

Sam hung up the phone, shaking his head. "You better catch it. We gotta go." He put on his backpack.

"Go where?"

"Burkitsville."

"Sam, Natalia, wait."

"We've been trying to call our brother for the last three hours. We're just getting his voicemail."

"Well, maybe his phone's turned off."

Natalia shook her head. "No, it's not like him. He always answers."

"Meg, we think he might be in trouble," Sam added.

"What kind of trouble?" Meg asked.

"We can't really explain right now. I'm sorry, look, I don't want you to miss your bus."

"But I don't understand. You're running back to your brother? The guy you ran away from? Why, because he won't pick up his phone? Sam -- come with me to California. You can bring Natalia."

"We can't. I'm sorry."

"Why not?"

"He's my family."

Natalia nodded. "And family means something."

Sam and Natalia left and Meg watched them go, close to tears.

CELLAR

Dean was trying to open the cellar door, but failed.

"I don't understand," Emily said. "They're gonna kill us?"

"Sacrifice us," Dean corrected. "Which is, I don't know, classier, I guess?" He walked over to her. "You really didn't know anything about this, did you?"

"About what? The scarecrow go? I can't believe this."

"Well, you better start believing, 'cause I'm gonna need your help."

"Okay."

"Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find that tree."

"What tree?"

"Maybe you can help me with that. It would be really old. The locals would treat it with a lot of respect, you know, like it was sacred."

"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."

The cellar door opened and the four elders stood there.

"It's time," Stacy said.

Dean and Emily exchanged a nervous look.

They made their way to the orchard and the elders tied Dean and Emily to adjacent trees.

"How many people have you killed, Sheriff?" Dean asked. "How much blood is on your hands?"

"We don't kill them," the sheriff replied.

"No, but you sure cover up after. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?"

The sheriff walked away.

"Uncle Harley, please," Emily begged.

"I am so sorry, Em," Harley apologized. "I wish it wasn't you."

"Try to understand. It's our responsibility," Stacy told her. "And there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you."

"I'm your family," Emily said.