[She wilts a little, not sure what to say. She's fighting a stupid battle, she knows she is, but she can't stop herself. Cas is dead, Jo is dead, Sam is hurt, and God is- is- some little shit with a drinking problem, and there's no way to refute it.

She takes a harsh, rattling breath and runs her hands through her hair. It's not fair to pile on John for this. He's being stupid about the deal, sure, but so is she.]

I don't understand. I don't understand why you felt the need to make a deal at all, instead of just giving it to him.

John, I just- I want to make sure you're not doing something dangerous here. He's not in his right mind.

[She's not even really angry. She's just scared.]