There's no need to be this close, and she knows it. There's no one around them, no one who would have understood the deeper meaning to her confession to Castiel, but she has done it anyway. Her eyes meet his for a moment, flicking just slightly from side to side as she watches him, and she's searching for something in the pale blue that stares back at her. This is Castiel in front of her. Castiel, who she'd taken all over the Earth and Heaven and everything in between for centuries. Castiel, who hadn't killed her when he could have, who turned her in only to save her all over again, and who if nothing else has always been standing by her side through it all.
"You believe in me," she echoes his words quietly, and it's more comforting than she likely will ever be able to put into words. Garrison be damned, she has no need for those frozen marble statues any more. She has him, and he has her. It's not much, but it's enough in her. "Good, that's- I'm glad. I believe in you too, Cas. Always have. Sometimes I think you're all I believe in."
That's more than she'd ever intended to admit to, and suddenly she feels far too close to him for comfort. This is all getting strikingly honest, and while she trusts him implicitly these days, that doesn't make her any better at admitting these things to him. In a way it almost makes it harder. She's there to protect him, after all, to teach him and guide him, and help him learn to live. With a soft clear of her throat, she breaks their gaze at last and takes a small, half-step backwards. Anything to give her a bit of breathing room, put a small amount of distance between them. "Sorry, that was...to much."