"You really don't have to worry," She said to Mary. "You carried my Chosen." It was said with a kind authority, but authority none the less.
"And she is not my creation. Don't you dare say it," She stomped her foot once more, acting every bit the petulant eight year old that She looked. The pout on her lips became even more pronounced than it had been. "You know better than that. The body was once mine. The body's soul is in my Kingdom, but her soul... her soul belongs to the Morningstar."
This implication that She wanted the Winchesters harmed was troubling as well. She didn't, but She was just as reluctant to hurt Castiel. This was always the way it happened. When Her closest defied Her She was most reluctant to punish them. She punished those around them, or worse, whole worlds. It was Her way. Make them feel guilt and come crawling back to Her because of it.
"My Chosen remains untouched in this," She said finally, and then said grudgingly, "As does his immediate family. In a way.
"But that doesn't mean I'm any less angry." Her eyes turned to Castiel and Ruby once more and she stalked towards them. "I've never been more disappointed, Castiel. Not with Loki, not with the Morningstar. You chose her over me, and you're not supposed to do that!" The final word was delivered with a swift kick to Castiel's shin and another stomp of the foot. A shouted 'You're a bad, bad man,' wouldn't have been out of place.
"You were meant to love me," she said. "That's what I made you for. Me. And you're going to be reminded of that."
Ribbit. A frog hopped, seemingly from out of nowhere, and landed in between the two groups.