Girl! Sam
Title: Girl!Sam series Season 1 Episode 11 (Scarecrow)
Author: Jen aka jayneslilsis
Pairs: None
Characters: Dean & Sammi
Spoilers: Season1 Ep 11
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Note: I'm having some difficulty with the picture upload feature. I don't know if the problem is with LJ or with my internet connection, but I'm going to go ahead and upload the story without the pictures. I'll try to add them in later.
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- Newlyweds, Holly and Vince Parker, were leaving a café that was next to a gas station
- With them were an older couple, Harley and Stacy Jorgeson, and their teenage niece, Emily.
- They were all being super-nice to the couple before giving them directions to the interstate which conveniently took the couple past a local orchard
- The couple’s car broke down and their cell phones weren’t working
- They got out of the car and the man saw what appeared to be a house on the other side of the orchard
- The woman didn’t want to go, but he talked her into it
- They see a super-creepy scarecrow, but continue past it
- Once they pass it, it comes down off its cross OMG! and chases them, killing them both
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Dean’s cell phone rang, pulling Sam from a dreamless sleep. “Dean.”
Dean didn’t stir. Sam reached across the nightstand and picked up his phone herself. “Hello?”
“Sam, is that you?”
The voice on the other end had her sitting up in bed and instantly shaking off the last remnants of sleep.
“Daddy?” There were dozens of questions she wanted to ask. First things first… “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
Sam swallowed her sigh of relief. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. We didn’t know where you were…if you were okay.”
“Sammi, I’m alright. What about you and Dean?”
Dean was beginning to stir in the other bed. “We’re fine. Dad, where are you?” When he heard Sam say ‘Dad’ Dean sat straight up.
“Sorry, Peanut. I can’t tell you that.”
“What? Why not?”
Dean threw off the covers and leaned toward Sam. “Is that Dad?”
Her dad didn’t answer the question and she ignored Dean’s. “Look.” he continued. “I know this is hard for you to understand. You’re just gonna have to trust me on this.”
Sam knew there was only one thing her father would be so obsessed about. “You’re after it, aren’t you? The thing that killed Mom?”
“Yeah. It’s a demon, Sammi.”
“A demon? You know for sure?”
“A demon? What’s he saying?” Sam still ignored her brother, not even bothering to wave him off.
“I do. Listen, Sammi, I, uh…” John faltered and cleared his throat before continuing. “I also know what happened to your boyfriend. I’m so sorry. I would’ve done anything to protect you from that.”
Sam somehow managed to push down the memories of that night that were always right beneath the surface. “You know where it is?”
“Yeah, I think I’m finally closing in on it.”
“Let us help.” Please, I need to help.
“You can’t. You can’t be any part of it.”
“Why not?!” Sam hadn’t been prepared for his denial. They were already part of it. They hadn’t chosen it, but they’d been thrown into it.
Dean held out his hand. “Give me the phone.”
“Listen, Sammi, that’s why I’m calling. You and your brother, you gotta stop looking for me, alright. Now, I need you to write down these names.”
“Names? What names? Dad, talk to me, tell me what’s going on.” She pleaded.
“Look, we don’t have time for this! This is bigger than you think, they’re everywhere. Even us talking right now, it’s not safe.”
He wasn’t doing this. He just wasn’t. He wasn’t going to keep her from her vengeance, not when he’d spent her whole life in search of his own. “No. Alright? No way.”
Dean’s patience was wearing thin. “Give. Me. The phone.”
“I have given you an order. Now, you stop following me, and you do your job. You understand me? Now, take down these names!”
Dean grabbed the phone from Sam as she sat frozen in disbelief. “Dad, it’s me. Where are you? … Yes, sir. … Uh, yeah, I got a pen. What are their names?” Dean scribbled the names on the motel stationary as he watched Sam numbly cross the room to the bathroom. “Okay, got it. Dad, are you sure-”
Dean looked down at his phone to find ‘Call Ended’ flashing on the screen. “Damn it, Dad.” He tried to ignore the muffled sob that came from behind the bathroom door. There was nothing he could say that would help.
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Though he’d probably never admit it, Dean had again tried to distract Sam by letting her drive. “Alright, so, the names Dad gave us, they’re all couples?” Sam asked without taking her eyes off the road.
“Three different couples. All went missing.” Dean explained.
“And they’re all from different towns? Different states?”
“That’s right. You got Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross-country. None of them arrived at their destination, and none of them were ever heard from again.”
“Well, it’s a big country, Dean. They could’ve disappeared anywhere.”
“Yeah, could’ve. But each one’s route took ‘em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another, after another.”
“This is the second week of April.”
“Yep.”
“So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?”
“Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man’s a master.”
Dean’s overt admiration of their father was the last straw. Sam had made up her mind. She pulled over to the side of the road and switched off the engine.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re not going to Indiana.” She declared.
“We’re not?”
“No. We’re going to California. Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code.”
“Sam-”
“Dean! If this demon killed Mom and Jesse, and Dad’s closing in, we’ve gotta be there. We’ve gotta help.”
“Dad doesn’t want our help.”
“I don’t care.”
“He’s given us an order.”
“I. Don’t. Care. We don’t always have to do what he says!”
“Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives. It’s important.”
“Alright, I understand. Believe me, I understand. But I’m talking one week here, to get answers…to get revenge.”
“Look, I know how you feel-”
“Do you?!” Sam’s sardonic tone shocked her brother into silence. “How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jesse died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?”
Sam’s words were like a punch to the gut, but Dean conceded she had a point. Jesse had just died. And he knew from watching Dad all these years that Sam might never get over losing her fiancé. But knowing that Sam’s words came from a dark, painful place didn’t make them hurt any less. Dean took the hit and pushed forward. “Dad said it wasn’t safe…for any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something that we don’t, so if he says to stay away, we stay away.”
“I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean…it’s like you don’t even question him!”
“Yeah, it’s called being a good son!” Dean countered, his anger getting the better of him.
Sam glared at him as she reached for the door handle, pulled the keys from the ignition, and got out of the car.
What the hell did she think she was doing!? By the time she opened the trunk Dean was standing next to her. He clenched his fists as she began gathering her things into a backpack. “You’re a selfish bitch, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don’t care what anybody thinks.”
Sam zipped up her backpack and looked up at her brother. “That’s what you really think?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, then, this ‘selfish bitch’ is going to California.” She swung her backpack onto her shoulders and started walking away.
“Come on, you’re not serious.”
“I am serious.”
“It’s the middle of the night! Hey, I’m taking off. I will leave your ass, you hear me?”
Sam stopped walking and turned around, her determination to find Jesse’s killer preventing her from hearing the quiet plea behind his words. “That’s what I want you to do.”
Dean stared at Sam a moment as the reality of what she was doing sunk in. “Goodbye, Sam.” He slammed the trunk and got in the car, anger pushing him to turn the ignition and drive away.
Sam watched the Impala’s taillights disappear over a hill. She was a little surprised Dean hadn’t given in, but it was okay. She hadn’t been bluffing. Sure, she felt kinda bad about bailing on a job, but finding Dad and helping take down Jess’s killer was more important at the moment. Anyway, she couldn’t focus on a hunt with her mind in California with Dad. Dean didn’t understand. How could he? He was blinded by his devotion to Dad. She had hoped by now he would have woken up. The phrase ‘father knows best’ certainly didn’t always apply to their father. He had no right to keep them in the dark about this. She would track him down on her own, and then he would have to let her help.
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Dean pulled into a parking space on Main Street in the little town of Burkitsville and took out his cell phone, scrolling down to Sam’s number. He wanted to check on her, to make sure she was okay, but what would he say? Nothing had changed since last night. Dad had given them an order, and he had to follow it. But he was also supposed to look out for Sam. Did that trump the job he’d sent them on? Dean shook his head. He was working on a timetable here, and there was some poor couple somewhere that was about to disappear. Sam could surely take care of herself for a couple of days. He was still irritated that she’d made him choose in the first place. She was as stubborn and pigheaded as…as Dad.
Dean snapped the phone closed and shut off the car. He got out and walked up to a man sitting in a chair in front of the local diner, Scotty’s Café. Gesturing at the sign, he gave the man a friendly smile. “Let me guess…Scotty.”
The man looked up at the sign above his head. “Yep.”
“Hi, my name’s John Bonham.”
“Isn’t that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?”
Dean was briefly taken aback. “Wow. Good. Classic rock fan.”
“What can I do for you, John?”
Dean took two missing persons flyers out of his pocket. They were for Holly and Vince Parker. “I was wondering if, uh, you’d seen these people by chance.”
Scotty glanced at the flyers. “Nope. Who are they?”
“Friends of mine. They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here, and I’ve already asked around Scottsburg and Salem-“
“Sorry.” He handed the flyers back to Dean without looking at them. “We don’t get many strangers around here.”
Dean nodded. The man was acting odd. Dean had been friendly, but Scotty had yet to crack a smile or extend any kind of social welcome to him. “Scotty, you’ve got a smile that lights up a room, anybody ever tell you that?” Scotty frowned at him. Dean chuckled. “Never mind. See you around.”
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