"Maybe. Is it wrong to say I'm not all that optimistic?" She's been here awhile now. Long enough to get a good idea of what the situation with Dean actually was and long enough to know that it wasn't changing anytime soon. He'd asked her not to walk away from him, not to make him walk away from anyone else. He'd made it clear that this was the way things were and that she had to accept it -- whatever that meant for her, and whatever that meant for Ellen.

She sighs, looking down at her feet before she directs her gaze back out into the trees. Hunting. They're supposed to be hunting -- but having the chance to talk without fear of being interrupted by either side of this particular argument is nice, for once.

"Sorry you're in the middle of it."