Tania Saulnier: Emily Jorgeson

Scarecrow

Emily Jorgeson

Emily: [Emily and Dean are tied to trees to be sacrificed to the scarecrow] So, what's the plan?
Dean Winchester: I'm workin' on it.
[Hours later]
Emily: You don't have a plan do you?
Dean Winchester: I'm workin' on it!

[Dean and Emily are tied up in the apple orchard to be sacrificed]
Dean Winchester: How many people have you killed, sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?
Sheriff: We don't kill them.
Dean Winchester: No, but you sure cover up after. I mean how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?
Emily: [crying, frightened] Uncle Harley, please.
Harley Jorgeson: [grieved] I am so sorry, Em. I wish it wasn't you.
Stacey Jorgeson: Try to understand. It's our responsibility. And there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you.
Emily: I'm your family!
Stacey Jorgeson: Sweetheart. That's what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love, for the greater good. The town needs to be saved. The good of the many, outweighs the good of the one.
[they leave]
Dean Winchester: I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!

[Dean and Emily are imprisoned in a cellar]
Emily: I don't understand. They're gonna kill us?
Dean Winchester: Sacrifice us. Which is... I don't know, classier I guess. You really didn't know anything about this, did you?
Emily: About what? The scarecrow god? I can't believe this.
Dean Winchester: Well, you better start believing, 'cause I'm gonna need your help.
Emily: Okay.
Dean Winchester: Now. We can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree.
Emily: What tree?
Dean Winchester: Well, 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.
Emily: There's this one apple tree. The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree.

[Sam, Dean and Emily prepare to burn the sacred tree and destroy the scarecrow god]
Emily: Let me.
[she takes the torch from Dean]
Dean Winchester: You know the whole town's gonna die.
Emily: Good.
[she throws the torch, the tree goes up in flames]

Scotty: You do understand, Harley. All of us here, it's, it's our responsibility to protect the town.
Harley Jorgeson: I understand. Better than all of you! I'm the one that gives them directions. I'm the one that sends them down to the orchard!
Sheriff: Harley. Please.
Harley Jorgeson: We all close our doors. Look the other way. Pretend we can't hear the screams. But this is different. This is murder!
Stacey Jorgeson: It's angry with us. Already the trees are beginning to die. Tonight's the seventh night of the cycle, our last chance.
Harley Jorgeson: If the boy has to die, the boy has to die. But why does it have to be her?
[cut to them forcing Emily into the cellar with Dean]
Emily: [frightened] Aunt Stacey, Uncle Harley, please! Why are you doing this?
Stacey Jorgeson: For the common good.

Dean Winchester: So, did you grow up here?
Emily: Came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in.
Dean Winchester: Are they nice people?
Emily: Everybody's nice here.
Dean Winchester: So what, it's the uh, perfect little town?
Emily: Well you know, it's the boonies, but I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here... it's almost like we're blessed.