"Better." She said, after she considered his question for a minute. "A little less crazy than yesterday." She frowned. "Or the day before." If she wanted to be completely honest with herself she was still almost just as bad. She had to work hard to deny the urge to start hoarding things and building dark little caves to hide in. Jesus, she spent the night in the bathtub.
With Dean. She glanced over at him again and met his eyes for a quick second before she looked away. Now that things were a little more.... clear. Now that she felt a little bit better, things were going back to their old awkward ways. She remembered what Bobby had told her, what Julia had told her.
"Thanks. For coming to get me." She told him before quickly turning her eyes back to the coffee pot and the task at hand. She still felt a little exposed and so she pulled the blinds down so the kitchen plummeted into artificial lighting.
She poured two cups of coffee and pushed one in front of him as she brought her own cup to the other side of the counter and sad down, looking anywhere but right at him.