Short Lip tilts her head and baby-coos, "Does that make me a bad person?" Pastor Jim gets on his feet and backs away saying he knows "what you are." He argues that "you can't be here. This is hallowed ground," but Short Lip is like, pastor, please. Pastor Jim takes off for the church basement, where he gets himself some bug juice. Wait, no, that was what we used to do in my church basement. He locks himself in a room with an arsenal of weapons in the closet. Short Lip busts through the barricaded door; Pastor Jim whips a knife at her which she catches right up by her ear. She says, "You throw like a girl." As always, her locution annoys me to no end. She's still all mucklemouthed and affectedly bemused. Short Lip wants the Winchesters. Pastor Jim says he hasn't spoken to John in over a year, and "even if I did know where they were, I'd never tell you." Sign that death certificate on the dotted line, pal. Short Lip responds, "I know," and then slashes his throat right where he stands. He gurgles and spurts, then falls down dead. Metal Teeth Chomp.