Anna glanced over her shoulder as Dean shifted toward her. She sighed, rolling toward him, keeping her face mostly buried in the pillow so he couldn't entirely see how miserable she was. But it was probably obvious. She was red and splotchy, swollen and tear stained, her eyes were bloodshot when she even opened them... which she wasn't about to do.
She heard everything Dean said. And it wasn't anything she hadn't thought about herself. Well, all except that part about her deserving better. She didn't think she did, especially not after all the problems her choices had made. She shook her head, although there was no clear reason in her head. She just knew he was right about everything else. "I know... I'm sorry..."