She didn't resist him lifting her off, irritated as she was that Dean was ruining the rest of her night. She'd done the important bit, the rest was just going to be fun for her, not the cramped conditions of the Impala, fun and levels of wrong as it had been.
"Dean" she repeated, "Right of course"
Cause her knife and Sam both were needed to keep the precious little flower safe.
She streached out once Sam had put her down on the mattress, taking up the full length of the bed, if he was going to walk out on her to go tend to big brother and the terrible aftermath of a couple of decades as Alastair's new toy he was gonna know what he was leaving behind, alone and more than a little frustrated.
There were definite downsides to being Hell's most hated.
"I guess he'll be waiting up for you. Does he even know I'm here yet"