Her brows raise in slight disbelief. They shouldn't. She feels a touch bad for it as soon as they do, because of all the people she's ever known, Dean wouldn't be the kind to be disingenuous about that. He's never been anything but genuine with her, she thinks, and there's such an impulse on his end to take care of everyone that it's hard for Faye not to simply let herself go, to let herself be taken care of in the way she was once.

She brushes the back of her hand against his temple, gaze growing distanced for a second in thought.

"If you like it," she decides, a small smile on her lips and a slight wrinkle in her nose. "But if the thought really makes you sick, it's fine. I know how to fly solo."