Deena pretty much ignored the acid laced sarcasm as it dripped from every word he spoke to her. She ignored the fact that he could possibly start taking his frustrations out on her, whether it was verbal or physical. The only reason that kept her from lashing out in retaliation was the fact that he lost his brother; that he no longer had his family around.
“Remember when Dean and I got holed up in a cavern with a pack of werewolves?”
Sensing the negativity he was throwing at her, Deena released his hand and walked off toward the table that rested in front of the only window of the room, resting her bottom against the edge of it. “He made me promise to look after you, Sam. After his time was up; and I know, that you want nothing to do with me or anyone else right now, but don’t you think Dean would be awfully pissed at you for sulking and being drama’s bitch?”
“Dean’s in Hell, Sam. Not much we can do but deal with it and find a way to bring him out… safely. We know you’ve been hitting dead ends,” she continued on. Well, she didn’t know but it was a high probability that he didn’t know anything, because Dean would have been back if he did find something. “Sarah is working on finding ways too. We all are; you’re not the only one that wants him back you know.”
Despite the fact that she was Dean in every way that a female version could be, and clashed with him every chance she got – Deena was attracted to him. Oddly enough, it was like as if she was the one that was in Hell. There had been points in her life where she had wished she never met Dean Winchester; losing John was nothing compared to Dean. That bastard grew on her like fungus.