[To her credit, she does stop. It probably wasn't the most delicate phrasing she could have used, but she figured it would just be easier to get it all out.

Evidently not.

She rolls over beneath him, turning into her back so that she can face him properly, her bra getting a little tangled in the process. One hand touches his face.]

It's not about what Dean can handle. It's about what we both know he can't handle.

[And what Sam can't handle, for that matter. Which is losing the brother he loves. But far be it for her to point that out.]

And what do you mean I'm wrong? I'm never wrong. I'm just that awesome.

[It's a thin attempt at humor, but she wants it to be clear to Sam that she's not looking for some kind of knight errant here.]