At home on Earth he liked to pass for a human but here he had never made any attempt to hide what he was. Couldn't really, not with those wings giving him away.

"Crowley, Anthony J."

He glanced to the offered hand but didn't dare shake it. There might have been some residual holy water spray on that hand and one drop would have been all it would take. Caution won out over politeness, as it would!

"I think that would be fairly obvious. I'm a demon... and not at all interested in being turned into a liquefied ball of goo, thanks."

Sam was looked past but to see it he too had an otherwise unnoticed set of wings or something.

"Why holy water? You're not an angel?"