She looks over him, trying to push herself back to her normal behavior. In the back of her mind, she felt herself watching, realizing that something is off. She didn't care about the Winchesters. Not this way. But somehow, she wants to help him, to treat him and bring him some mental clarity.

"You don't need to pretend, Dean." Lilith said, pulling up a chair next to him, letting him go from the wall. "Not while you are here. We both know the truth. You have a great deal of self loathing and you attempt to self medicate with alcohol and sex."