He was expecting the Winchesters to show up on this case but not you. He hadn’t realized you’d been traveling with those two lumberjacks. What he also hadn’t realized was how much you’d like his little priest outfit. He was a walking oxymoron, the king of hell, pretending to be a priest. The irony made him chuckle. Apparently you liked more than the irony though, since he’s found himself being dragged into your motel room with force that he’s never felt before. “care to explain, darling?”