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Next stop, Jorgeson General Store. The owners were a husband, Harley, and wife, Stacy, duo. Carmen gave them the picture, but to no avail. "You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?" The older woman shook her head. "Hope, don't remember 'em. You said they were friends of yours?" Harley asked, handing the flyers back to the youngest Winchester.
"That's right," 
A blonde younger girl came down the stairs with some small boxes in hand. "Did the guy have a tattoo?" She asked. "Yes, he did." She placed the boxes on the counter, before walking over to Carmen and looking closer at the picture of Vince. She then looked up at Harley, "You remember? They were just married." She passed the photos towards the older man. He thought about it for a moment, studing the picture. "You're right. They did stop for gas. Weren't here more than ten minutes." He remembered, sounding awful unnatural.
"You remember anything else?" Carmen questioned.
"I told 'e, how to get back to the Interstate. They left town." He added.
"Could you point us in that same direction?" Dean asked. "Sure," He agreed.
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To get to the Interstate, they had to drive past the Orchard. When they were driving past it a loud high pitch ringing was coming from the back seat. The same high pitch noised the EMF meter made when it techted something. "What the hell?" Dean questioned, putting the car over.
Carmen reached back, pulling out the handheld device that was beeping frantically. It was as if it was on the verge of exploding. The two exchanged confused and uneasy looks, before looking out the passenger window toward the Orchard. 
Walking along the main path of Orchard was actually very beautiful. The trees were blooming with different flowers as they were getting ready for the upcoming harvesting season. If the meter hadn't gone off in a very small town, that probably only had one stop light. Then maybe Carmen wouldn't be so on edge as they walked father and father into the rows of trees. The two stopped at a scarecrow standing upright, tied to its post. "Dude, you're fugly." Dean remarked looking up at it.
"You're one to talk." She muttered, getting a small nudge.
Scarecrows were something that was always unsettling to her. It was something about it looking so human like, pants, shirts, shoes, hats. A lot of farmers would just stuff their own clothes with hay and use that. But the face was so hollow. As if it was merely trying to mimic a human instead of trying to be one. Then again that was the whole reason for them. Crows thinking that the thing was a human instead of really just being a body of hay. But it was just everytime she would look at one she never wanted to turn her back to it, and if she did she would swear it was staring at her. 
In the midst of not wanting to take her eyes off the hollow thing she had noticed something on its arm. Along with something sickle lookin in its hand. "Huh. Now, what do we have here?" She muttered to herself.
Walking up to one of the nearby ladders, moving over so it was in front of the scarecrow. Dean quickly moved around so he was able to keep it steady watching as she climbed up each of the steps. She was now at eye level with it. Carefully pushing up a part of its sleeve, seeing the black design on its arm. "What'd you find?" Dean asked. She didn't say anything, instead fumbling into her jacket pocket and pulling out the folded up paper. Unfolding it and moving to the second page where Vince's flier was. Comparing the two designs to one another and saw that they were a match. "Think I found something!" She called down, not taking her eyes off the thing. "Nice tattoo buddie, where'd you think of it?" 
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On the way back to the gas station Carmen told Dean everything that was thinking. Surprised that almost all of it wasn't a rumbling mess for once. He pulled up to one of the pumps and they both got out. "You're back." The same blonde girl from earlier said, now standing by the pumps.