The fact that Dean had grown suspicious had the corners of her mind pressing with concern. That wasn't good news -- Dean was never good news. In fact, he had consistently managed to be the biggest cockblock she could have ever asked for. It's like he made a career out of ruining her plans and dragging her progress backwards, all while Sam pawed eagerly for his approval in ways that he'd never do towards Ruby. Pain in her ass didn't even begin to cover it.
But that paranoia, that worry, was greatly outweighed by the way the weight in her gut lifted at the fact that he was more or less agreeing to what she was trying to coax him into. It was obvious by stress in his demeanor -- leaning his head back, biting his lip -- that he was starting to feel cornered, though. Had she taken it too far? She hesitated some, combing her eyes over him and trying to quickly assess the situation. If she pushed too hard, she'd blow the whole thing.
That didn't mean she was going to let him off the hook that easily though. A day or two would turn into three or four or however long he wanted to let his guilt over Dean delay it. Inevitably, probably. So she let her sympathetic look harden a little.
"You really think it won't?" She shook her head. "Figured by now you'd give yourself a little more credit than that." The distance sufficiently closed, she shifted her weight for a minute, eyes prying for indicators of where the line was here. Then she reached up and placed a comforting hand on the side of his cheek, a supportive if grim smile on her lips. "How many times do I have to tell you you're it? What you can do, what Yellow-Eyes gave you, it's incredible, Sam, and even a fraction of it's gonna be more than what most of these mooks can do. With a little luck, once we get you trained up, it'll be more than enough.
"But, Sam." She paused purposefully, her expression shifting. It was still reassuring in all the right ways, but there was something more solid to it. More urgent. "I'm not gonna tell you not to think on it, but time's not exactly something we're busting at the seams with here." It was hard to make the concessions between what she wanted to say, which was something more along the lines of 'Sure, Sam, take your time, not like we don't have an eternity to get this done and then get back to the war we're still fighting back home. Stop and smell the roses while you're at it, too, why don'tcha?' and what would actually behoove her to tell him. She was getting better with the patience thing -- Sam had taught her how to really use it. One more thing she'd have to thank him for when it was all over.
"And, call me crazy, but I don't see time doing a whole lot to change the situation here. What are you gonna do? Poll the audience, try and talk it over in code with your brother? You're either on board or you're not." All right, so maybe it would've gotten her some points to compromise a little bit more, but compromise wasn't gonna win them any wars, it wasn't gonna knock out any sadistic scientists and it sure as hell wasn't gonna pack away any apocalypses. So maybe the patience thing hadn't quite reached its peak yet.
"This isn't the kind of thing you can just turn on, and we've got a lot of ground to cover. With the way this Aguilar guy's heading things, I'm not sure we're gonna have the wiggle room we've got now to actually cover it. We need to work fast; we don't have time to sit around shooting the breeze."
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But that paranoia, that worry, was greatly outweighed by the way the weight in her gut lifted at the fact that he was more or less agreeing to what she was trying to coax him into. It was obvious by stress in his demeanor -- leaning his head back, biting his lip -- that he was starting to feel cornered, though. Had she taken it too far? She hesitated some, combing her eyes over him and trying to quickly assess the situation. If she pushed too hard, she'd blow the whole thing.
That didn't mean she was going to let him off the hook that easily though. A day or two would turn into three or four or however long he wanted to let his guilt over Dean delay it. Inevitably, probably. So she let her sympathetic look harden a little.
"You really think it won't?" She shook her head. "Figured by now you'd give yourself a little more credit than that." The distance sufficiently closed, she shifted her weight for a minute, eyes prying for indicators of where the line was here. Then she reached up and placed a comforting hand on the side of his cheek, a supportive if grim smile on her lips. "How many times do I have to tell you you're it? What you can do, what Yellow-Eyes gave you, it's incredible, Sam, and even a fraction of it's gonna be more than what most of these mooks can do. With a little luck, once we get you trained up, it'll be more than enough.
"But, Sam." She paused purposefully, her expression shifting. It was still reassuring in all the right ways, but there was something more solid to it. More urgent. "I'm not gonna tell you not to think on it, but time's not exactly something we're busting at the seams with here." It was hard to make the concessions between what she wanted to say, which was something more along the lines of 'Sure, Sam, take your time, not like we don't have an eternity to get this done and then get back to the war we're still fighting back home. Stop and smell the roses while you're at it, too, why don'tcha?' and what would actually behoove her to tell him. She was getting better with the patience thing -- Sam had taught her how to really use it. One more thing she'd have to thank him for when it was all over.
"And, call me crazy, but I don't see time doing a whole lot to change the situation here. What are you gonna do? Poll the audience, try and talk it over in code with your brother? You're either on board or you're not." All right, so maybe it would've gotten her some points to compromise a little bit more, but compromise wasn't gonna win them any wars, it wasn't gonna knock out any sadistic scientists and it sure as hell wasn't gonna pack away any apocalypses. So maybe the patience thing hadn't quite reached its peak yet.
"This isn't the kind of thing you can just turn on, and we've got a lot of ground to cover. With the way this Aguilar guy's heading things, I'm not sure we're gonna have the wiggle room we've got now to actually cover it. We need to work fast; we don't have time to sit around shooting the breeze."