[ Selina glanced up at the ceiling, letting her fingers toy with the designs on the couch. With everything stripped away, what Selina was most upset about over that week was the worry that Dean would try to die to be with Sam. She lowered her head as he recounted it. She knew that Castiel had tried to help but was unable to, but she figured it was because Dean had told him to let him die. Going out in some kind of glorious way so he'd be with his little brother.
She froze slightly at his touch, frowning before looking up at him. Even if her expression was collected, her eyes said the exact opposite. He was a jerk, but that wouldn't be why she'd run away. Even if she didn't understand the relationship between him and Sam, that wouldn't be why she would run away. Everyone had their vices and their screw ups. For her, it would be because she felt unwanted or not needed.
Her breath caught when he held her face. She hated when he did that. It made her defensive walls fall instantly and she just wanted to curl up in his arms. She hated the fact that he knew what to do make her open up and show that side of her she didn't like people to see. She wanted to make a witty remark in return, to try and make it--this--them more normal, but none came to mind.
Instead she leaned up and kissed him, hands on his jacket again and pulling him closer. ]