Ophelia stopped when Dean called because she didn't quite want to leave. She wanted to sort this out, dramatic exit in high heels or not. She looked up at him when came to face her. She was sorry for what she had said about his PTSD like that. She knew she shouldn't have, but it had been nagging at her for some time now. She never got the best of him.
"Then we can't do this," she said quietly. It had been coming, and some part of her knew it because she said the words almost before they had time to register. She had been deluding herself that this would continue to work between the tension and the lack of sex and the fact he just didn't seem to want to open up to her.
"Au revoir, Dean," she said and strode away to the Apparition point. She needed a drink, and possibly to cry.