Conflicted mess. Maybe. She couldn't help it, she couldn't loose him completely, the thought of it terrified her more than anything else she was able to understand bar maybe loosing Cas again. All Sam had to do was say something, anything and she clung to it with a desperate hope and she knew how ridiculous it was. So here, given the chance she'd let go.
"...Its how I've always fought" she told him not bothering to wipe blood away, why would she bother, it wasn't hers, the precious yet poisonous and addictive kind that she wondered sometimes would he sense from across the city if she got cut somehow.
"You caught me at a bad time" she insisted. "All it was"