[Rainbowfox Ari]

Once Dean was silent, and not likely to start up again, Aston crouched to retrieve the angel's glass, walked to the kitchen, refilled it with ice and soda, and brought it back - setting it on the table he righted with one hand. "Now. If we're all finished with these adult tantrums, we can continue." he said very calmly. "I have seen Evan's symptoms before, and I'm fairly sure I can do something about them - even, perhaps, diagnose him. But for that, I'm afraid you and your brother must leave the boys with me. Although..." He shifted his gaze to the angel. "Some in here are simply very good at pretending to be boys."

Sam rubbed Evan's shoulder for a moment, and walked over to Dean. "Come on. Let's go ask around, see if we can find this guy. What does he look like, Aston?"

"Red hair, blue eyes, dark skin. His hair is - obviously - dyed. You're looking for someone who looks around the age of sixteen." Aston answered, cleaning up Dean's spilled mug without a complaint, before doing the same to Sam's.

"Jesus, we're dealing with a kid?" Dean asked, rising, and giving Evan and the angel a hard glare. "Bad enough we have two here."

Aston rubbed the bridge of his nose, and gave a quiet sigh. "Both of you get gone. Please. Bruiser is not an attack dog, but he's very good at 'convincing' people to leave."

That was enough for the brothers. Fairly soon, they were out the door, and off to wherever, as the Impala pulled out of the driveway. Once that was done, Aston sat back down, offering another glass of chocolate milk to Evan, while he took Bruiser by the collar, and locked him into the study. The dog didn't seem perturbed by this in the least, a very easy-going animal.

"Now that Tall and Terrible are gone. Do you mind if I ask your names? Ah, and exactly what you are?" He settled down in the chair again. "It's important in my line of work to have all the facts."