It didn't take her long, her mind worked fast enough that she was soon able to separate her real life from the fake one. As if she was picking the junk from the treasures, sweeping up the garbage and throwing it into the trashcan. She deliberately ignored both the angel and the boy that weren't far off, her body still tense. She was lost in her own thoughts until she was sure, completely sure that of what was fact and what was fictional.
The first time she'd met an insane angel she'd decided she never wanted to have someone screw with her mind like that. But someone had. She could feel it, a small seed of rage. They'd taken her life, and made it their own. How could she ever forget who she was? How could she ever forget her daughters beautiful face, which was the most clear image in her mind right now.
Her eyes flicked to the sword in her hand. Her fingers opened around it and it vanished as she sent it away. There was no reason to have that thing out where Ben might touch it again, for whatever crazy reason. Now focusing on the child that had just risked more pain than his body might have been able to deal with, she looked over to him again.
"Don't you ever," she paused as she reached out a hand to him, "ever, do that again. Do you understand me? I'm not worth that." she wasn't worth that. She could never be worth that. "Come here." she instructed, pulling him into a tight hug. Looking up at Castiel she gave him a wary look. "Next time find out what a kid wants with a weapon of mass destruction." she said, adding a smile at the end. "And thanks."