"From the church," Crowley says, looking over the man's shoulder. Right, of course. The one place in the whole town Crowley absolutely cannot go. He can't even go and check to see if the human soldier person is back. Can't help get them back in one piece. They're on their own.

It doesn't seem right. The human soldier person would be there for him.

"Can you make it to the church?" he asks. "Leave something for them? If they make it back, they'll need ammunition, something to make sure they can get back to us."