Dean was lucky she couldn't see Sam rolling his eyes, as on edge as she was. She'd either flip out or cry. Neither of which she was really interested in doing at the moment.

She let him guide her hands away and reluctantly looked up at him, jaw clenched to keep it from wobbling. She was not going to cry, god damnit. Slowly, she struggled to sit up and lean back against the pillows, putting as little weight on her back as she could.

"Alright. If you... want to..." She shrugged, not quite looking him in the eye.