Hearing the beating of mighty wings, no doubt his tenacious, slipper quarry swinging around to finish the job, Sam groaned and threw himself into the shrubbery. 

He heard something land before the door and a firm knock. He gave a look to the Owlman that had followed him, and the two shared a look that communicated the entire plan. Sam stood quickly, taking the flashlight that he'd had in a death grip since the flight and shining it directly in the creatures face as the Owlman dived out of the shrubbery, claws gleaming and slashing to find purchase. 

Of course the Owlman's attack was completely unnoticeable and came to nothing because he, objectively speaking, did not exist and Sam was left shining his beam rather stupidly at someone that was not the Jersey Devil as the Owlman passed unseen through his form and face planted again. He slowly lowered the light as he took in this stranger, but this awkward moment was interrupted by the smiling man that invited them inside.

"Uhhhhhh..." He said, not knowing exactly how to play this. He flicked the flashlight off and gestured to the winged man with it. "After you?"