"Yet you want the affection that they can give." She said, glancing back at Dean. The happiness in Crowley's face is one that she remembers. They had shared moments like this before, but now they belonged to someone else. It hurt, despite what front she might throw up. Being abandoned was something she couldn't handle very well.

"I don't have friends like that or allies. I don't really have anyone but you." She isn't sure how she feels about this or if she feels anything at all. It just never occurred to her how solitary she really was.