"It's your call." she said simply, she wasn't going to argue with him about how he wanted his brother taken care of. As long as Dean was safe until this was reversed, she wasn't going to argue. Though Sam had yet to see any of the outbursts, how bad it could be. He may or may not change his mind later, but this...this, when they were sleeping, this was the easy part. Or maybe it was harder, since they looked so much like themselves.
Leaning her head back against the chair, her eyes drifted up to the ceiling, suddenly feeling very heavy again. "He won't forget anything. It's all still there. What he says is important, to. Often what they say is about Glory, eventually they'll lead us right to where she is, assuming we don't find her first. They feel a ...pull, eventually. They need to go and help her." the whole thing was just...messed up, and what her mind wasn't remembering was driving her insane.
"Or course I had to." she said a bit more clearly, sitting up again. "He's to imp-" she cut herself off, frowning, and then sat back down in her chair. Too important. She wasn't going to turn her back on him, or shut him out. Not like she did with Riley, and if she could help it, she wasn't letting anything happen to him. She was tired of losing people. "It's not a problem." her voice was quiet when she spoke again. "I really do get the unwavering need to protect your siblings, Sam, I really do." her attention shifted to Sam, her look steady. "I mean...god, my sister's a complete brat who says stupid things all the time and then doesn't care, or throws tantrums like a child at times. But...she's just a girl, Sam. She has no memory of being some ancient key that's almost as old as time. She only knows growing up with a mom and a sister. None of this is her fault. I know people blame her. I know they won't say it to my face because I'll half kill them. But this isn't her doing. I'll do anything to keep her, and this world safe. If that hell god gets her hands on Dawn? Ignoring the fact that I'll flip my shit, thousands, upon thousands of people are going to die, they'll suffer unimaginable pain and-" she blinked, her jaw shutting, and she shook her head. Tangent, she tended to go off on those. Though usually she didn't catch her self. Sighing, she looked back at Dean. "Point is, I know what it's like to do anything for the people you love the most. And we are going to get him back. But it has to be the right way. Turning her in will only get people dead, and rushing after the God will only add to the crazy count in the city."