She had no idea what his definition of 'plenty of time to process it' was. A few hours? The night, the morning, that's it? Not even a day. She'd be really pissed off here, except she knew Dean was knew to this. She could fault him, she could, but he had no idea what he was doing, which meant she couldn't fault him without being a completely bitch herself. Or really cranky. She was cranky, but she wasn't quite that cranky.
"That's not plenty of time." she said firmly, and it still wasn't about the time, it was about how he hadn't told her sooner. "And if you didn't look so ridiculous with that chicken in your mouth I'd be more pissed off." she informed him, the hard composure of her face cracking slightly into something a bit more soft.
She still didn't move from her spot, she kept her arms over her chest, watching him carefully. "But next time you tell me when you're leaving when you decide, or I'll kick you." she threatened slightly. "Especially if you're going to steal my chicken." she added, pointing to the fridge. "I never want to have to find out from Ruby again, unless you asked her to tell me." which she could understand, if the demon was passing on a message. But she hadn't been, it had slipped out by accident.