And here I am. It's like kismet. [ she nods at a building they pass, one with a fire escape leading way up to the roof above. ] Don't be too hard on Dean about it all.

He's not playing with a full deck. The cards were sort of stacked against him. He was never going to understand. [ she turns around and snakes either arm through the rungs of the ladder above her head, arching her back slightly as she watches him, her hips undulating ever-so-slightly, just enough to make the posture incredibly alluring. ] Tell me, Sam. Do you really think any version of you is capable of hurting him the way he claims to have been hurt by you?