Crowley has never seen the spirits like this before. They've always been creepy but harmless, sitting back and letting them do their---well, their thing in this town without bothering them. He's always said he thought they were up to no good, but he's had no real indication of it, not until now. Now, it's obvious that they were just out to hurt them. That they've always been out to hurt them.

He deposits the second person onto the ground with a graceless flop and heads back outside. The human soldier person is drawing all of the spirits to him, which is good, he supposes----for a while. Eventually, he'll be overwhelmed. Can't have that happen.

"Need any help?" he calls back, flying over him and heading towards more sleeping people.