[Rainbowfox Ari]

Dean snorted. "With Crowley, 'renegotiating' rarely works." he said sharply, turning onto a small street, and glancing at the house numbers. "McKinney's in this neighborhood. We'll have any and all other discussions inside." After that little snappish statement, he pulled into a small, white-painted house on the unassuming street, with a nice little white-paved driveway and a tiny garden on a pretty porch. Not the place you'd think to check for Hunters.

Sam emerged from the vehicle, and led the demon out by the hand, Dean moving around to the other side to grab the angel. "Right." Dean continued from where he left off. "You two are going to behave, or I swear I will pop a cap in both your asses, you understand?"

"... yessir." Evan said in a small voice.

Sam was already marching up the steps to a door that had a holly wreath fixed onto it, complete with a little bird sculpted out of wood, and some holiday lights. He knocked on the door, and stepped back for a moment when someone answered.

It wasn't an old man, but it was a middle-aged gentleman. He wore an ugly holiday sweater - this one with a reindeer and a tinsel-covered tree - and jeans with boots. It wasn't super-cold outside yet, but it was getting there. Enough for there to be sweaters at least.

"Ah yes, you must be the Winchesters." he said in a jovial way, motioning them all toward the door. "Come to see me about a sick demon. This way, this way. Come inside."