Jim's heart racketed up when he heard what sounded like someone trying to kick in his door.
"Jim!" someone shouted. He was already halfway to the front of the rectory. "Pastor Jim!" He knew that voice--and it was never good when it yelled.
The Winchester boys stood on the stoop. Rather, Dean stood on the stoop, Sam in his arms, scrawny legs hanging
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