With a huff of amusement, Kara reaches for the whiskey again. She might as well. "You're going to have to let me borrow your angel for a while if you want to be my backup, Dean-o," she says, only half joking, before taking a sip and handing the bottle back to him. Kara shifts suddenly in the seat to sit up a little more. There's no more reason to be slumped and slouching.

"...you don't think he'll try to talk you out of it?" she wonders. Kara likes to consider Sam a friend, but that doesn't mean she knows him like she does Dean, now. She barely knows Sam at all. His reaction to his whole thing is anyone's guess, as far as she's concerned. He could congratulate his brother and cheer him on or remind him that he's jumping into something huge with little time to consider it. Kara can already hear Alex in her head saying the same sorts of things.

She's chewing her bottom lip. "Are you sure I shouldn't be there, so that it doesn't look like I'm being kind of sketchy or whatever? I don't...you know, want to make things more difficult, so if it's easier for me to be there, I want to be." She pauses, thinking of Alex's reaction and makes a little face. "...or, you know, it's fine if I....you know, uh. Go." She's feeling like Sam's probably going to react about as well as her sister is going to, which is to say, not at all. Kara hopes she's wrong, but...one never knows.