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This is a really short chapter.
"How bad is it Missouri?" John yelled as they slammed the Church doors shut. The three men stood with their backs pressed against the door, waiting for some clue as to what to
do next. The congregation, who had stood out of repect at the sound of footsteps were watching confusedly. Some glanced at their neighbours.
"Bad. It's pure evil."
The old womans words carried easily around the Church. An outbreak of muttering erupted at those words. A few people got up to leave, clearly scared at the new
developments.
"You can't leave," Missouri implored the people moving towards them, "It'll kill you if you leave. You are safer here."
The words stirred up something with Dean. Why would a demon choose to attack here? With a room full of hunters, it didn't make an sense. He pushed those queries away and
concentrated at the task. Keeping everyone safe. God knows what lay beyond those doors, that thing may have brought it's buddies. Whatever. He was not prepared to risk the
lives of all those innocent families who had taken the time to come to pay
their respects to his brother. "Barricade the doors," he shouted to the three men and the congregation at large. "Come on!" he yelled, when no-one moved. He was rewarded
when a three people detached themselves from the crowd and ran to see to the door behind the altar.
He turned to help John and Bobby as they pulled a wooden pew across the length of the door. Whatever was outside the door, had reached the other side of the road. Dean
could hear their firm footsteps as they approached the door. However it was, was taking their time. One quick glance across told him the others were doing the same. The
footsteps stopped. The shadows under the door told him that the thing was out there, just beyond the door.
"Why's it here?" Dean whispered. John shrugged. "But why?" he insisted. "Doesn't it seem a little weird to you? It attacks now when the place is full of hunters?"
"maybe it's suicidal," joked Bobby grimly
"Or maybe it's desperate," uttered Caleb seriously.
"It desperately wants something more like," put in John.
Just then a disturbingly familiar voice echoed through the door into the Church calling "Dean! De-ean!"