Glory hadn't even really been following this one, but she knew who he was. She wasn't stupid and as soon as she'd arrived had looked into the local flavour. The demons-in-people had been very helpful and they'd mentioned Dean and Sam Winchester. They'd all been a buzz about Sam, but it was Dean that she was interested in, he and the Slayer, there was something there. There was definitely something there. There was a reason. Revenge. Glory hated Buffy and probably always would. And if she could make her hurt before she made her die, all the better.
It was why he'd become a target.
"Dean right? Dean Winchester?" she asked, moving with Godlike speed to get to his side. He'd been in a bar, she thought that might mean his reflexes were dull. Not that it mattered to her. Not at all. She was a God, she was the great splendiferous Glorificus. She could take him with one hand tied behind her back. If he was as smart a hunter as they all said, he'd know just how screwed he was.