She hated that she had become so useless in helping getting them both out of the damn place. If their bags didn't have so much equipment in them, she would have insisted on putting at least one in her lap as she could tell he was in pain himself each time he bent down to grab their bags as he spotted them whilst refusing to let her go in the process.

She nodded against his chest as he told her not speak in such ways even though she truly felt she did mess things up. If she hadn't been so focused on taking photos of what they saw and actually kept an eye on behind them instead, maybe, just maybe she would have been yanked backwards and through a floor that shouldn't have even have had a trap door in it. Shhe still didn't understand how she dropped through when there was no obvious sign of a hole in the cavern ceiling. It made no sense to her and she honestly knew she'd be pondering how anything happened in that house for a while.

Feeling the cold night air hit them as he found the exit she sighed with relief they were finally out, but she couldn't help but wonder what poor sods were still possibly trapped in there from the kids that house killed. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she made herself compute what he said and seeing her car, it dawned on her what he said. "at least that's something" she replied, glad to see her beloved car again and still in one piece.

She just hoped her bloody leg didn't possibly coax anything else out of the darkness as he got them to the car, unlocked it and got her in the passenger side. She let him guide her injured leg up onto the dash, normally never agreeing with such an action but this instance she most definitely agreed with it. She kissed him back keeping her own eyes closed before opening them, using her free hand to wipe her cheeks as he went round to the driver's side. 'this is the last time I'm doing a ghost hunt for a while...especially if Bobby says it's simple' she thought to herself.

"remind me to say no if Bobby says he wants me on a simple ghost job please" she half smirked, trying so hard to not focus on the steering pain. Seeing for herself just how bad her injury was, knowing Dean would have to either patch her up himself or get her to hospital. The latter she would very much rather not be a option. "how you holding up?" she asked him, leaning her head back despite not really having a head rest at all. Her hands beginning to shake from the blood loss, making her needing to try and gain more motivation to keep the pressure on.