In which a girl and her two brothers take over the family business of saving people and hunting things, but things get a little bit more complicated when something horrible happens to their own.
Book 1
Season 1-15
Heading back to the orchard we park the car as I look around having this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach "I'm going in alone. Lock the doors." Dean said as he turned to look at me making me groan in frustration "but-." I said as he put his hand up "no arguing." He said before he got out and ran into the woods with a shotgun in hand.
As I watched and waited, and a few minutes later, Dean and the couple from earlier came running out of the woods and stood next to the car, breathing heavily "w-what the hell was that?" The guy asked as he panted "don't ask." Dean replied before he and the couple got into the car.
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Finally at the hotel I get changed into some comfortable clothes as I sit on the bed "what happened?" I asked him "the scarecrow was up and running around." He said as he positioned his pillows and then climbed into bed while I did the same "what do you think it is?" I asked him "I'm thinking something Pagan." He replied "that makes sense. I think the town must be in on it. They were too friendly, and then they wanted us out when we started asking questions." I said looking over at him.
"I had the same thoughts. All right, kiddo, we will deal with it in the morning. Goodnight." He said before turning the lamp off "goodnight...oh, and Dean?" I said turning over to look at him "yeah?" He answered "you have to work on talking to people. You made it sound like you're the reason the roads are dangerous at night." I said as I giggled "yeah, I didn't think about that." He replied.
[.....] The next morning arrives as we packed all of our things hitting the road once again as we begin making our way to a local community college in town to try and get some answers on what this possible scarecrow could be.
"Yeah, I'm tellin' ya. Burkittsville, Indiana. Fun Town." (...) no. We can cope without you, you know. (...) no, it's more than a spirit. It's a god. A Pagan God, anyway. (...) the annual cycle of its killings. And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. Like some kind of fertility right. And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin' 'em up like a Christmas turkey. (...) yeah, I'm thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some Pagan God. (...) and the scarecrow takes its sacrifice. And for another year, the crops won't wilt, and disease won't spread. (...) No, not yet. (...) I know. I'm actually on my way to a local community college. I've got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don't have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research. (...) I'm not hinting anything. Actually, uh...I want you to know...I mean, don't think- (...) Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life. (...) You've always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—. Anyway...I admire that about you. I'm proud of you, Sammy. (...) Say you'll take care of yourself. (...) He looked over at me "do you wanna talk to Sam?" He asked me as he turned to look at me "nope." I replied.
