Calhoun eyed the Colt and managed a grin, even if his eyes said he was terrified. "If you were all that, then you woulda won by now. Instead of everyone dying!" He snapped at Sam, letting him drag him to the back of the Impala. He shot each of them a pointed look.
It always amused Selina how much the mighty fell when someone tougher than them showed up. Unless the mob boss really thought he was immortal? They all fell in line and would do whatever it took for them to beg for their lives. She crossed her arms and her head tilted back as she watched the Winchesters. Her expression was passive, slightly annoyed, until she caught the grin that Dean gave her. Her mask slipped for a fraction of a second. Somehow, despite everything she'd seen in the world so far, that smirk unnerved her. It set her on edge and put her on the defensive.
She glanced away, collecting herself before approaching the car. "I don't suppose you boys want me tagging along for the ride?"