She waits for Dean to look away from Sam, to meet her eyes. Quiet, but clear: "I'm sorry."

Sorry it didn't work. Sorry she couldn't do more. Sorry their lives are as fucked sideways as her own. "But Sam's right. And I'm pretty sure this is what my friend Agent Dolls would call a lead."

She lifts her drink again, but pauses before taking a sip. "Find the one that holds your contract. Peacemaker and I will be ready."