Her other hand touched his other cheek, bringing his eyes back to her. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Clint, Clint, ssshhhhh. Don't talk like that."
It was a possibility, but she didn't want fear to grip her. She needed to stay strong for him. "I've heard there was an angel in this town. It has to be him. If not, well, he's not taking me back. You won't lose me."
She knew her rank was more than Castiel's, but she didn't want to kill him. At least, not until it was necessary. Leaning up, she kissed Clint's forehead and murmured, "I'm not leaving you and I'd never leave you. You know that. Maybe I can lure him inside and we can trap him, maybe find out more about him. If he does want to take me back, well, then I have my sword."