[Rainbowfox Ari]

Well, enough was enough. Evan's features went slack for a moment, and his eyes shot to black again. "Honestly? Are you buying this shit? Sam, Dean, this one's an angel." He jerked a thumb at the other as he meandered around, and slipped in beside Sam. "I promise. Straight up. Demon's honor. Fuckin' angel. Hot one, too."

Dean's stance didn't relax, and Sam's hand gripped the gun at his side a bit more tightly. The brothers didn't necessarily have the best track-record with those of the holy light. The older Winchester fixed an un-moving gaze in front of him, solely focused on the blonde. "Alright, spill. Don't bullshit your way out of this." Those eyes narrowed even further. "This demon's telling the truth. Trust me, I've known him long enough to sniff out a lie, and this ain't it. What are you doing here, and how did you find us."

The demon gave Dean a sideways glance and sighed. "Doubt that's gonna work. These guys are pathological liars, yanno. At least us demons are honest. We'll TELL you we're gonna peel your fucking skin off. This thing will maintain that he's a poor, suffering, weak little human until the day that vessel dies. Then just jump into a new one. That's how it works with them. You can't trust an angel. Which makes it stupid that you're taking orders from one."