Her head drops down slightly to look at the ground as he responds, and though the angle might hide her small grin, the quiet chuckle is definitely audible. Of course it would take being ripped from their world, left high and dry without Heaven and Garrisons and the absent presence of their Father to ever let anything quite so honest pass between them.

It shouldn't seem worth it, but - especially given what she knows waits for her if they ever do return home - she can't help but feel like maybe, just maybe, it's a little bit worth it. Looking back up at him, she's still smiling fondly.

"I don't want the soldier. I don't need him, I haven't in a long time," And maybe he still doesn't understand the importance of physical affection quite as much as she does, but that minor detail matters very little right now to her as she takes a few steps closer. "The brother? Yes, I need him."

Without much break after the words leave her mouth, she steps a little closer and wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling Castiel into a tight hug. She sighs quietly, even takes a moment to lean in a little, then lets out another, slightly more weary sounding laugh. It definitely feels worth putting up with the captivity right now.