"You didn't answer my question," she snapped, unsure if she could, or should, press the matter. She turned away from him, reaching towards the foot of the bed where she'd dropped her other items. She used the moment to regain control of her features, to take a few deep breaths that served no purpose beyond settling her nerves. Grabbing the red bottle of Nyquil, she sat back up, looking at him levelly and holding the bottle up in a way that implied a truce.
"I'll make a deal with you, Castiel," she said in a businesslike tone. "You answer one question for me, answer it honestly, and I'll give you some of this. According to the nice man at the pharmacy, this will put you to sleep. And you'll sleep so deep it won't even matter that your throat hurts and you can't breathe through your nose. And when you wake up, you'll feel better." She raised her hand and winked sarcastically. "My hand to God."
Was she really trying to coerce him with his health? Yes, she really was. She felt a twinge that might have been guilt but, being what she was, it was only a slight twinge. There was something she needed to know if she was going to stay in this cycle with him. And she needed to know it now.