"Like I'd trust you near this thing without me in it," she sneered back at Dean. As much as she wanted to behave, to stay agreeable like Sam wanted, she just didn't have it in her. With the secret out, there was no point to playing nice anymore. Not to the degree she had been, anyway. Especially now that he was throwing out all kinds of jackass commentary that she didn't have the kind of patience to put up with.

Still. She felt that tug of guilt as she looked over at Sam out of the corner of her eye, something resembling a solemn frown making its way to her expression. The sentry plan was good at least, so she raised an eyebrow at Sam, shrugging complacently to make it clear that she gave her approval to Dean throwing himself into the thick of it all by his lonesome.

"All right. So, Dean runs some kinda distraction a la the sentries, and I slip into something more comfortable to get everybody out. Sounds like we got ourselves a plan; just as long as you can figure out where to start the fire while we're at it." She moves a little to the east to get a look at what Dean's talking about. "We head out now, we should make it with enough time to check it out from a distance, but I don't know if we're gonna have the luxury of an up close and personal trial run here. Think you can wing it with the fireworks, Sammy?"

The nickname was a slip, honest. It wasn't like she was consciously trying to convey to Dean just how unlikely it was that he was gonna get to gut her with Sam around or anything. Not like she was trying to subtly convey that she'd been there for him in ways he hadn't. Nah, demons weren't that petty.

Except, of course, for the part where they were. Her gaze even slid in his direction, measuring the reaction carefully and subtly.