His appitite was getting bigger, she thought, she was pleased that it was but she couldn't sustain him, they'd get home and she'd find him a demon before she took him after Lilith. Drain one dry and go for the final run. But she had to get him home first, That was the next big plan on her agenda. Talk to the law firm, they could do it. They could get them back.
For now though, she took Sam's advice and sat down, leaning back against the tree. She'd be fine in a few minutes, she just needed to regain her strength, let the blood flow around her again, wait for the jagged wound on her arm to heal.
"How bad did it get with the switches? After they pulled me...there, I wondered. I was worried"
And she had been worried, and not just for Sam, she'd tried everything to get back, every spell, every dark power, she'd even tried contacting hell itself, but she wasn't known, wasn't regarded as anything more than another demon. Beings older than her maybe but not worthy to speak her name. They would never understand her. Only Azazel had, and Lilith for as much as she could understand anything that wasn't amusing to her that decade. But they'd seen potential in her just as she saw it in Sam.
"That'll help you though, having that. It'll take the edge off. I don't think I need to tell you to be careful"