[Rainbowfox Ari]

"Ummm... ummm..." Evan's hands came up, and he started twining his fingers with each other, and essentially fiddling with them. "I'm.. um... sorry for the other me. Um, he's... kinda rude sometimes. He's tired, so... so he doesn't... um... have a good mouth right now."

"You mean ever." That was Dean, coming up behind the two, and crossing his arms in a 'completely and totally not amused' way. "Start talking. Which one are you. Cas didn't mention us being followed, but there's a first time for everything." His eyes narrowed. "Whether or not you mean harm, step away from the boy." The Winchester's tone brokered no argument... but that didn't tend to stop most of what they went up against, to be brutally honest. Words rarely did.

The Evan-formerly-known-as-demon lifted a hand to his mouth, and then sprang forward, putting himself in-between the angel and the sneaky little gun that Sam had been drawing. "D-don't! Violence is never the answer, you know that! Don't shoot him, or you'll have to shoot me first!"

Inside his head, the demon snorted. ~Umm, he's a Winchester, sport. He'll shoot you whether or not you beg him not to. It's not like we're important or anything.~

Tears started to form, and he spoke back to the demon, without anyone else having been privy to the conversation. "Th-that's not fair! We are too important! We're Sam and Dean's friends!"