Dean strolled up the the house, knocking on the door with an irritated expression. Sam followed.

When you opened it, Dean spoke. "What the hell do you want with us? You got a chore for your race?" You were half-demon, and as a result, Dean was very distrustful of you, despite finding you incredibly attractive.

Sam very quickly put an arm out across Dean's chest to stop him. "What Dean means to say is, um.. what do you need from us? You don't usually call." He gave you a shy smile.