She leaned forward on her elbows that rested on the table. "Maybe he found out somehow, who I was. I mean, I wasn't even it before to tell him. But if he found out..." She shrugged. Because if he'd found out, why would he have sent the letter for after he was dead. Because he did think she could bring him back? She was more adept at fighting things than when things are done. Mystical stuff wasn't her specialty. It wasn't anything she could do at all, in fact. Hello, helplessness!
"Well sure, I'm always baffling people," she said teasingly to Sam. Then he said the cute comment. Feeling a little frozen by that particular compliment she let her eyes flicker over to him just long enough for a peek. It wasn't that she didn't want to hear that, but she felt oddly guilty for that fact. She'd had a small thing with Dean, and she'd come here for him. Sam was his brother. That just reeked of 'WRONG'. And after the Angel thing, she didn't think she would be really ready to trust another guy for another 50 years. Maybe 60. She planned to have a lot of cats and learn to knit. Who needed guys when you had hobbies like that?
Another sneakily peeked glance to Sam. Yup. He's still endearingly handsome with very nice arms.
She still didn't know what to say. And while there was an awkward tension washing over the moment, it was also had a flirtatiously nice feeling tinged to it. It was innocent enough, sparking with the promise of easy smiles. The sun was low in the sky, coming in through the kitchen window, making everything glow with golden light. Of course, looking out farther you could see the murky shapes of dark fields.