"Uh. I beg to differ." Emily pointed out sharply to him, giving him another look. "You and Sol are like the two most stubborn people on Earth." Add Faith in and you had the three most stubborn people on Earth. Emily usually thought it was a wonder that the three of them didn't "accidentally" kill each other.
"Don't you get it?" She asked him as her fingers curled around the frosty glass that contained her drink. "She was lonely and sad because she missed you and so she let some other guy comfort her. You guys will make it through it." She insisted. Dean and Sol were the closest thing to a normal life any of them were ever going to get and so Emily found herself naturally invested in it.
She sipped the drink out of the straw and smiled. Dean wasn't a bad bartender actually, not that she thought he would be. It was just that she had a hard time picturing him doing anything except for driving the Impala around and killing monsters.
"You guys will work it out, right?" She asked him hopefully.