"Are you one of my psychic kids?" he asked Dean. He bent over and sniffed him. "No, not you. Maybe you have a sis." No reaction. "Or a bro." Jackpot, written all over his face. "That's great." He knew Mary was THE one. He could tell that the minute he came in contact with her.
"I'm going to kill you," Dean was saying.
"I'd like to see that." After all, he'd taken the Colt away from him.
"Maybe not today. But you look in my eyes. I'm the one who kills you."
He looked in Dean's eyes. He thought maybe he did see his death there. But he would have to worry about that in the future. He had a job to do now and apparently he would be successful.