Lisa stared at Sam, unable to breathe or even blink for at least a few hard heartbeats, and her chest twisted hard at the mention of her son. Ben had been involved in this too? And then Dean. "...He knew the whole time?" It explained so much. It also made her feel sick.
The 'angel' part didn't help, either. Now she felt dizzy.
"Oh god-Ben's father..." Lisa dropped her head into her hands, supported by elbows on her knees. The wave of vertigo hit her like a wall... a wall that came crashing down on her all at once. More flashes of Dean bombarded her like bricks, rapid fire images that swarmed her memory, choking out everything else- including air, and then light.
Lisa wavered, even from where she sat on the edge of the couch. Then gravity took hold and pulled her head and shoulders forward, crumpling unconscious toward the floor.