She can't even send the text to Dean, as much as she wants to. If he's really not here... he wont' get it. Someone else could see it, could read it, and she couldn't have that, either. To expose herself so readily... She already had cried on Blake's metaphorical shoulders once, she didn't need to do it again.

Or did she?

So? What should and should happen obviously doesn't count for us

They were from Gotham, after all, and fairness didn't exist anywhere in their fair city, let alone state. Didn't matter what universe or timeline. Just how it worked.

She drops her head back against the wall behind her, slowly sinking down to the floor, her feet out in front of her. Dean Winchester was gone. He left and now had forgotten all about her already.

This was why she kept everyone at arm's length. Because they left her in the end, and when it happened? It hurt.