Faith grabbed a towel off the back of the chair and wiped the sweat from her chest. She flicked the tv on while she searched around for a bottle of water, when something caught her attention.
"... brothers found dead in a warehouse under suspicious circumstances..."
She straightened up and watched the report, eyebrows knitting together in worry.
"Right, cell phone, cell phone," she muttered, once the report was over. She found it sitting on the table and flipped it open, scrolling through until she found Dean's number.
She should probably check in, just to make sure they - he - was alright.
Dean
Dean was walking down the street towards the motel they were staying in when Deep Purple rang out. He stopped, pulled out his phone, and answered.
"Yeah?"
Faith
"Well," Faith said dryly. "That answers my question. Just saw a news report and thought... are you guys alright? Is S - are you ok?"
Dean
Dean grinned when he realised who it was.
"What news report?" he asked, amused.
Faith
Faith wiped the last bead of sweat from her neck.
"Ugh, sorry, I'm sweaty from training."
She took a sip of water.
"Two brothers, killed - under suspicious circumstances - while squatting in a warehouse. Thought it sounded kinda like you guys."
Dean
Dean chuckled.
"That's about right. But no, we're not dead. Well as far as I know Sam isn't dead, I haven't seen him for a couple of hours. But I'm his only brother, so... you catch my drift."
He leant against a nearby brick wall.
"Training huh? I thought Angel was having you batten down the hatches and all that."
Faith
Thank God Sam is ok.
Faith blanched a little at that random thought, then shook her head, chalking her weird feelings up to lack of sleep.
"Sorta am. Not really allowed to leave the building but... well, Wolfram and Hart? It's a big building. Complete with state of the art gym and Slayer training space. So I've been working out my frustrations."
Dean
"Fair enough," Dean shrugged.
"What's the deal with that guy anyway? What kind of a name is Angel for a guy? Sounds like a drag queen."
Faith
"It's his vampiric name. Because he has the face of an angel but a soul of a demon. Or something."
Faith shrugged.
"His real name was Liam. But... I don't know, I guess he just got used to Angel."
Dean
"What's with the vamp-with-a-soul thing too?" Dean frowned.
"I mean I've met some that refuse to chow on humans, but they're not exactly fighting the good fight. What makes this guy so different?"
Faith
"Long story short, he ate the princess of a gypsy tribe, the Romani. And they cursed him with a soul."
Faith shrugged.
"Guess they were out of warts and leprosy. But basically, the soul enabled him to remember all of the evil things he'd done, and feel bad about them. So... he works to redeem himself these days. Which I dig."
Kinda doing the same.
Dean
"I guess it's gonna take him a while," Dean's eyebrows rose.
"So how's your slayer healing kicking in? All fine anddandy in your world again?"
Faith
"Oh yeah, I was fine the next day."
Faith extended her left leg and rested it on the back of the couch, stretching it as she bent slightly.
"And you? Interesting jobs?"
Dean
"Nothing special," Dean shook his head as he started to walk in the opposite direction he'd been heaing originally.
"Just a couple of demons here and there. And a poltergeist the day before yesterday, that was a nice break. A dangerous one, but a break from demons nonetheless."
Faith
"Breaks are always welcomed," Faith said, voice tinged with wistfulness for slaying. "I just want to go kill something."
She sighed.
"Worse than jail, I swear. But they've pretty much secured a contract, so I'm thinking I might be allowed out in a few days."
Dean
"Why do you let them boss you around like that?" Dean asked, honestly confused.
"I mean you'r the slayer. That's supposed to be exclusive, right? You're meant to be out the on the streets doing the good deed, not pent up bench pressing and wasting energy on a punching bag."
Faith
"He looks out for me," Faith said, shrugging. "He's probably the only person to have never given up on me, to be honest. So if occasionally, I have to follow orders, I do it."
She kicked her shoes off.
Dean
"That I don't get either. But hey, it's cool. It's your life. I'm not gonna go sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong. Unless of course you wanted it in there," Dean smirked, looking up as he spotted what he was looking for.
"Hey listen I gotta go, but I'll catch you soon ok?"
Faith
"Yeah, I gotta shower."
Faith stretched again.
"I'll catch ya."
And with that, she hung up.
Dean
Dean also hung up and walked into the internet cafe he'd found. He went to pay for some time with his fake credit card, then got to work.
On tracing Faith's cell number.