[ Betrayal is such a heavy word, really. And it wouldn't have been a betrayal if Dean hadn't gotten in the way. If she'd had another 2 minutes to keep Sam calm and under her thumb explain herself. Explain just how good it could've been for him. ]

Really? Ok, whatever you need to tell yourself to help you sleep at night.

[ She could jab, she could twist it and remind him of just how many ways there were to say a name - tones she could take. The sometimes barely discernible difference between saying a name in anger and saying it while in the throes of passion. ]

Sam, if you wanted to keep me in your room there are much better ways to do it.

[ Although, his answer has her curious. She didn't have a lot of time to dig that far back in the network, to witness the glory that was Dean as a demon. Don't worry, that time would come and she'd keep that little ace in her back pocket for the next time Sam got snippy and self-righteous with her. Truth for now. So with a sigh, she levels a look at him - trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. ]

I saw that your brother was gone. I know what that tends to do to you, although probably not to the same extreme as when he died.