"He can kill anyone you send. Anyone. Whatever kind of state he's in. Again with the underestimating"
He wasn't going to get Sam. He just wasn't. She winced as he started cutting into her with the regular knife. Looking at her own she wanted it back, wanted just to jam it into the gut his smug superior looking host, though there was fear in her eyes at the thought of him taking Sam, fear that only increased as he asked the question, she wasn't going to dignify him with an answer though she knew he would take it from her anyway.
Didn't even matter, Castiel was an angel, he...
He'd thought of that. The Son of a bitch had thought of that too. Who would she choose, who would suffer her blade?
As he laid his finger against her mouth she snapped at it even as he pulled it away. She'd not hesitated, not for a second, but he'd expected that. She hated him. Her eyes smoked over black as he worked on her arm, He knew who she would choose. He knew and yet he was making her think it. She was thinking what she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying aloud.
She could never willingly subject Sam Winchester to the tortures of hell. To what she could do, to what she had been taught to do. To what came so naturally to her now. To what a dark part of her demonic self still got a perverse kick out of.
It wasn't in her to do that. Not to him.
While she had not yet broken she did finally snap. She cursed, a long stream of curses in various languages, some with a witches power behind the words, but nothing that would affect him, not here with all his protections, probobly not even without them. It was venting, pure and simple, and she knew all it was doing was making it easier for him, amusing him even. But she hated him. Hated him with all that she was for making her think that. Making her make that choice in her head. Truth was it wasn't just Castiel. There was no one she wouldn't hurt to save Sam.
"...this what you wanted...this why I'm here?" she hissed when the stream of curses had finally trailed off into winces and gasps of pain. "What do you want from me?"