She didn't know how that had happened, thinking back. She didn't understand how she could have known to call for him during that exorcism. It made no sense to her, but she had. She'd screamed out for him when she needed him even though she wasn't herself, and he'd still found her.
"I don't understand how, I didn't even know who you were. I'd say divine intervention but...not so much for me" she joked. "But for whatever reason yours was the name that came to me.
She leaned into the next kiss and her eyes widened as she spoke, November, late November, the warehouse, their first night together, attraction mixed up in danger and excitement and confusion and passion. The first night.
"...Cas I didn't even think of that, missing that. That really was the beginning of it, lies and all that I was mixing everyone up in, that was honest. That was true. And it felt suprisingly refreshing. I'm sorry I wasn't with you. I really am."