THE UNTOUCHABLES

tacy, Harley, Scotty, and the Sheriff are standing in the rain, upset. "You don't understand, Harley. All of us here-It's our responsibility to protect the town." Scotty says.

"I understand. Better than all of you. I'm the one that gives 'em directions. I'm the one that sends 'em down to the orchard." Harley says.

"Harley, please."

"We all close our doors. Look the other way. Pretend we can't hear the screams. But this is different, this-this is murder." Harley says.

"It's angry with us. Already the trees are beginning to die. Tonight's the seventh night of the cycle. Our last chance." Stacy says.

"If the boy has to die, the boy has to die. But why does it have to be her?" They had tied Elena's hands together and was now holding her captive.

They say nothing, but stare at the ground, disappointed. In the cellar, Dean is by himself. Suddenly, the cellar door opens and Emily is there, being held by her aunt and uncle. She is crying.

"Aunt Stacy. Uncle Harley, please." They bring her down the stairs, next to Dean and go back upstairs. "Why are you doing this?"

"For the common good." Stacy shuts the cellar door and Dean and Emily are left in the dark.

"Was there another girl out there?" Dean asks.

"Yes," Emily sniffs. "They had her as prisoner. I think they're gonna kill her.

eg is gathering her things. Sam is trying to call Dean on his cell phone. "Hey. Our bus came in." Sam hangs up the phone, shaking his head.

"You better catch it. I gotta go." Sam puts on his backpack.

"Go where?" She asks.

"Burkitsville."

"Sam, wait."

"I've been trying to call my brother for the last three hours. I'm just getting his voicemail." He says.

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

"No, that's not like him. Meg, I think he might be in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" She asks.

"I 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." Meg says.

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

"Why not?"

Sam turns to her. "He's my family." He leaves. Meg watches him go, close to tears.

Back in the cellar, Dean is trying to open the cellar door, but he fails. "I don't understand. They're gonna kill us?" Emily asks.

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

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

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

"Okay."

Dean, still in the dark, talks. "Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the 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." Dean says.

"There was this one apple tree. The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree."

"Is it in the orchard?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, but I don't know where."

The cellar door opens and the four elders are standing there. "It's time." Dean and Emily look at each other, nervous.

ater at the Orchard, the elders are tying Dean and Emily to two adjacent trees. "How many people have you killed, Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?" Dean asks.

"We don't kill them." The Sheriff answers.

"No, but you sure cover up after. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" Dean asks and the Sheriff walks away.

"Uncle Harley, please." Emily pleads.

"Where's Elena?!" Dean asks, but no one answers.

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

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

"What about the other girl? I'm your family."

"We're not allowed to touch her." Stacy says. "Sweetheart, that's what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one."

The four elders walk away. "I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!" Dean yells.

"So, what's the plan?" Emily asks

"I'm workin' on it." Dean says.

Hours later, they're still standing there. "You don't have a plan, do you?" Emily asks.

"I'm workin' on it. Can you see?" Dean asks, slightly panicked.

"What?"

"Is he moving yet?" Dean asks.

"I can't see." A shadow is seen moving near the trees. "Oh my God."

As it moves closer, Dean tries to untie his ropes. "Oh my God!" Sam comes out from behind the trees.

"Dean?" He asks.

Dean is overjoyed. "Oh! Oh, I take everything back I said. I'm so happy to see you. Come on." He says. Sam begins untying Dean from the tree. "How'd you get here?"

"I, uh-I stole a car." Sam says.

"Haha! That's my boy! And keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could come alive any minute." Dean says.

"What scarecrow?" Sam says and Dean gets up and sees the scarecrow's post is empty. He and Sam exchange a nervous look.

Later, Sam, Dean, and Emily are running. "Alright, now, this sacred tree you're talking about-" Sam starts.

"It's the source of its power."

"So let's find it and burn it." Sam says.

"Nah, in the morning. Let's find Elena before Leather Face catches up." The three of them reach a clearing. Waiting for them are the elders and a few other townspeople. "This way."

They turn around but they are blocked in all directions. Harley holds Elena roughly. "Please. Let us go." Emily pleads.

"It'll be over quickly, I promise." Harley says.

"Please."

"Emily, you have to let him take you. You have to-" All of a sudden, the scarecrow sticks his sickle through Harley's stomach. Emily and Stacy scream, then Stacy is captured by the scarecrow, too.

Emily runs into Dean's arms while he her aunt and uncle are dragged away by the scarecrow. The rest of the townspeople run away in fright. "Come on, let's go."

Sam, Dean, Elena and Emily start running. They hear a noise and turn around, but the scarecrow and its victims have disappeared. The four of them stay there and look around.

n the morning, Sam, Dean, Elena and Emily walk to the sacred tree with gasoline and a lighter. The tree is marked with Vince's tattoo design. Sam goes to the tree and pours the gasoline on it.

Dean picks up a long branch and lights it. "Let me." Emily takes the branch from Dean.

"You know, the whole town's gonna die." Dean mentions. '

"Good." She throws the burning branch onto the tree, and the four of them watch it go up in flames.

mily is getting on a bus to Boston. She smiles at Dean, who waves to her. She waves back and takes a seat. Dean and Sam watch the bus leave. Dean turns to Elena.

"You okay?" He asks Elena and puts his hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah." Elena says. "I can't be the scared girl anymore. Not when I'm hanging out with you guys."

Elena walks to the car and Dean looks after her. She turns back around, knowing that he was looking at her and smiles. Sam nudges Dean's arm with his. "Think Emily's gonna be alright?"

"I hope so." Dean says.

"And the rest of the townspeople, they'll just get away with it?" Sam asks.

"Well, what'll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough." Dean says and they start walking to Dean's car. "So, can I drop you off somewhere?"

"No, I think you're stuck with me." Sam says.

They stop at the car, Elena already inside. "What made you change your mind?" Dean asks.

"I didn't. I still wanna find Dad. And you're still a pain in the ass." Sam says and Dean nods. "But, Jess and Mom-they're both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me. We're all that's left. So, if we're gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together."

Dean pauses. "Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful." He puts his hand on Sam's shoulder, who hits it away. They laugh.

"You should be kissing my ass, you were dead meat, dude." Sam says.

"Yeah, right. I had a plan, I'd have gotten out."

"Right." Sam says. They smile and get in the car.

nother shady guy is giving Meg a ride. "So, where to, pretty lady?" He asks.

"How about you pull over?" She asks.

The van driver looks at her. "Okay. That works." He pulls over. Meg reaches into her bag and pulls out a silver bowl. "What's that?"

"I've got to make a call." She reaches into the bowl to get something.

"I've got a cell phone you could use." He offers.

"It's not that kind of call." She pulls out a knife and slits the van driver's throat. She holds the bowl under his neck and lets his blood pour into it. "Thanks for the ride."

She begins stirring the blood in the bowl with her finger. "Tire quiero patem me a di." She chants and the blood swirls around and a silver orb appears in the middle of the liquid. "It makes no sense. I could've stopped Sam. Hell, I could've taken them both. Why let them go?"

She pauses, seemingly listening to someone we cannot hear. "Yes." She pauses again. "Yes." She pauses one more time. "Yes, Father."