Saerian chuckled. To him, that all went without saying.
"Obviously," he said. "I suppose what I meant is... are you here for anything... or anyone specific?" He smiled slowly. He'd met Dean Winchester. He'd already messed with the idiot already. And he knew a few things about Dean. Dean who could not think a thought without it being a billboard, who made it so easy to get into his head.
Besides, the Winchesters weren't exactly nobodies in Hell, Purgatory or Hamishagos.
Saerian knew a lot about this whole story. All demons did.