“You’re right. I have no idea what it is like to lose my family to demonic creatures that go bump in the night. I certainly have no idea what it feels like to blame myself for not trying to save my parents. I have no idea what it is like to have loved and lost. I’m just a cold-hearted bitch that doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone; and my sisters? They’re just baggage.”
Deena was on her feet again and in front of him, grabbing him a handful of his shirt and jacket and hefting him back to his feet and slamming him against the wall he favored at the moment. “I don’t fight for shits and giggles Sam; I fight because I don’t want what happened to me, happening to anyone else. I don’t want what happened to you and your family, happening to others - whether they’re regular fucks or hunters, like you and me.” All the emotion that Deena was feeling right at the moment was hitting the overload marker she had within, causing her eyes to water and threatened tears. “Uncle Bobby is family. Your daddy was our family. They took us in and helped raised us as best they could. You’re family, Sam.”
Her grip on his shirt and loosened dramatically to the point where the palms of her hand rested against his chest. “I promised Dean I’d look after you, Sam and I’m keeping it. You ain’t getting rid of me, alright?”
A step back was taken as she sucked back her tears after feeling a few droplets hit her cheeks. “Now; Sarah needs your help and so does Bobby. They can’t research Hell, contracts, and Lilith themselves."