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Silence reigned inside the Church.

"That...that...voice." whispered Dean anguishedly.

"De-ean!" the voice called again. "Don't make me come in there and get you."

John rushed over to Dean and pulled him away from the door. "you, you can hear it too? Right?" he pleaded. John pulled Dean away from the door and up the aisle.

"De-ean! Come out Come out whereever you are!" the voice sang. Dean pulled himself out of his dads grip. He started to walk back down the aisle, back to the door.

"Dean! What are you doing?" cursed John. He threw himself between his son and the door and tried to push him away.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Dean yelled, trying to get past him. "HE's calling me! I'm not going to run away!"

"Have you lost your mind?!"

"Dean, honey," interjected Missouri, "Whatever is out there is evil. It's not him. Believe me!"

"That evil's probably hurting him!" growled Dean irrationally, "He needs me!" He struggled against Johns grasp.

"Help me!" he cried to Bobby who hurried away from the door. The door swung open and sunlight streamed in, shilloetting the tall figure in shadow. Time seemed to stand still.

Dean became limp in Johns arms and the onlookers seemed frozen between wonder and fear

Sam took a step into the Church. He searched the crowd until he found Missouri, "You didn't think that that would stop me?" She shrank away. John was torn from Dean. He

flew a few feet into the air and hit the ground with a dull thud. He lay still. A woman screamed and another man yelled. No-one moved.

"Dad!" Dean screamed. He couldn't move, not that he didn't try. He squirmed on the spot for a second then, realising he wouldn't be able to help his father at the minute, turned

to face his brother.

"What are you?"

"I'm Sam," he smiled.

"No you're not," Dean growled, "who are you?"

Sam looked a little crestfallen. "I'm an old friend of your family. I had the pleasure of meeting your mother."

"You BAS-"

"Nuh-uh!" Sam admonished, "There are children here."

Missouri gasped.

"What do you want?"

"You aren't really that quick on the uptake. Consider that I've been calling for you for the past ten minutes and ask me that again."

"But why?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "You Winchesters talk too much," he pointed at himself, "YOu should have heard this one. The language he came out with. Tut tut. But still, he put up a

better fight than you anyway, with all your whiny questions. You want to know why- you both have something that I want."

hint: Misouri gasping is going to be a huge deal.