Carry On My Wayward Sons...... and Daughter (Season One/ COMPLETED)

Scarecrow (part 3)

Dean's POV

Annie said she'd wait in the car while I talk to the professor.

"It’s not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology." He says while he leads me to his office.

"Yeah, well, call it a hobby."

"But you said you were interested in local lore?"

"Mmhmm."

"I’m afraid Indiana isn’t really known for its Pagan worship."

"Well, what if it was imported? You know, like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn’t a lot of this area settled by immigrants?"

"Well, yeah."

"Like that town near here, Burkitsville. Where are their ancestors from?"

"Uh, northern Europe, I believe, Scandinavia."

"What could you tell me about those Pagan gods?"

"Well, there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses."

"I’m actually looking for one. Might live in an orchard."

~Le time skip~

"Woods god, hm? Well, let’s see". He brings out a large book and sets it on the table. He begins to leaf through the pages. I see a drawing of a scarecrow and grab his hand before he turns the page.

"Wait, wait, wait. What’s that one?"

"Oh, that’s not a woods god, per se."

"The V-Vanir? The professor nods. "The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice. One male, and one female." I point ot the picture. "Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?"

"I suppose."

"This particular Vanir that’s energy sprung from the sacred tree?"

"Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic."

"So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it’d kill the god?"

"Son, these are just legends we’re discussing."

"Oh, of course. Yeah, you’re right. Listen, thank you very much." I shake hands with the small, elderly man.

"Glad I could help." I walk to the door. I open the door and suddenly feel a sharp pain in my nose and forehead and then the world goes black.

Dean's POV

I walk around the cellar and panic over Annie.

Suddenly the cellar door opens and a barely concious Annie is thrown down the steps. I catch her and she stumbles as she stands up. "W-Why are you doing this?" Her forehead has a nasty bump, that is covered in drying blood.

The older couple from the gas station, the Sherrif and Scotty stand at the entrance. "For the common good." The older woman says. She shuts the cellar door and Annie and I are left in the dark.

Sam's POV

"Hey. Our bus came in." I hang up my phone. I've called both Annie and Dean more times than I would care to admit and their phones go straight to voicemail each time. Meg is looking up at me.

"You better catch it. I gotta go." I pull on my backpack

"Go where?"

"Burkitsville." I start walking to leave the building.