"You forget me, Anna." He dug in after she shoved him with her grace, so that he wouldn't fall again. Eyes narrowing he spread his arms. He didn't take threats lightly. "You forget if I am powerful enough to bring you and your brothers here. Powerful enough to keep Crowley powerless and hand his demented grace to you in a bottle, and lets not forget enough so to keep Lucifer tempered so that he couldn't kill anyone."
He stood directly in front of her, lip curled in his own anger. "You have yet to feel my wrath. You threaten me or the lives of anyone here I will not hesitate to rip that gift from you in the most painful way I know how." He stretched his grace so that it encircled them both, before moving it in to squeeze against hers. "I don't like threats Anna. And I wont abide by them either."