"Whatever you say," she said softly, before resting her body against his and pressing nice and close. "It doesn't change the fact that you wanted me. Still do, I think. What do you think, Sam? Think I might still be in your bed if Dean hadn't gutted me like a fish."

There was a bit of a hard twist to that, almost like anger she was trying to keep in check, but was failing to. Because she wasn't happy that she was dead. Not in the slightest.