[She listens as he rambles, as it can't be called anything else. A hand resting against her cheek. She decides to let him sweat it out, as well he should.

But she merely lets her hand fall. She has something a bit crueler in mind.]

Tell me, Winchester, what are you really willing to do to go home? A few errands? Run messages? Busywork? Is that the price of your freedom from this world? Well then, if that is all you can think of, I am not impressed. And I am not moved.

But... I bear no ill will. I will even give you a chance to show how much going home actually means to you.