So stubborn, all of them, but had she really been any different to Dean when he'd been at his worst and most likely to push everyone away? They'd been best friends then, rather than lovers or engaged, but she had refused to let him do it to her and the others. She really couldn't expect him to do otherwise, especially when she knew that he felt she would only be worse after leaving the house again.
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, then stepped forward to lean against him.
"How is that fair?" she asked, quiet, but with a catch to her voice that no longer made the tone so flat. "How is that fair to you, or them, to have me here when I want to be out there hunting him, making him feel pain?"