Collins opened the door to the abandoned warehouse that the Council had been using as a temporary holding cell.
"They can't get us passage. They've ordered the kill," Collins told the other two men.
"Torch the place?" Weatherby asked.
"Get the gas," Collins replied.
"She could've killed me," Smithy protested. "She didn't."
"Lucky you," Collins said coldly.
Dean & Sam
Dean brushed some branches aside as the brothers closed in on the warehouse. Glancing at Sam, he nodded in their direction.
"Ready?"
Sam armed his Taurus.
"Definitely."
Faith
"You guys are so far beyond crazy it's not even funny," Faith said, shaking her head.
"Power, Miss Lehane," Weatherby told her. "It's about who has the power."
"At a guess? I'd say me." Faith raised an eyebrow.
Collins backhanded her hard, and she licked at the blood on her lip.
"You had to chain me up to beat me," she grinned. "There's a word for people like you. Loser."
Sam & Dean
The boys made it to the doors, and Sam was the first to step out when he saw where Faith was.
Guns armed and at the ready, they clicked the safeties off in sync.
"Howdy boys," Dean greeted, his gun aimed at Collins - Sam's at Weatherby, "I think you've got someone that belongs to us."
Faith
"Uh-oh," Faith taunted the men from the Council, a smirk playing over her lips. "Big trouble now."
Smithy held his hands up. "We don't want any trouble."
Faith snorted. "Little bit late, moron."
Dean & Sam
"The lady's right," Dean shrugged.
"So unless you want my brother here to take all three of you out - right now - I'd suggest letting her go. See, it just so happens she belongs to him. Specifically."
Sam meanwhile, didn't move.
Faith
"Actually," Collins smirked, unphased by the guns. "The Slayer is the Council's instrument."
"Oh, didn't I mention?" Faith asked, smiling sweetly. "Sorry to have wasted your time. But I quit the Council."
"Hence our visit," Weatherby replied. "We're taking you to be rehabilitated, you piece of filth."
"Now, now," Faith mocked. "Let's not get personal."
"I stand by my earlier statement," Weatherby snarled. "We should've killed you when you were in that coma."
Sam & Dean
Face expressionless, Sam shot out all three of their left legs at the shin.
Dean jumped, but walked forward gloatingly.
"Warned you, didn't I?" he smirked, Sam following behind.
Faith
"This is not your place to interfere," Collins said, drawing in a pained breath. "The Slayer is our jurisdiction."
"Wow, I feel vaguely like a possession," Faith commented dryly. "But, like I said, I quit. Pay attention."
"She'll be returned in good time," Weatherby added. "Once she has been properly rehabilitated."
Sam & Dean
"She doesn't need-" Dean cut Sam off by hitting his arm.
"Sorry, no deal. We're taking the money," Dean kept the grin on his face, "but hey, you're welcome to try again. Any time."
Sam made his way up to Faith.
"Are you ok?" he asked, face still expressionless.
Faith
"Little cramped," Faith said, glancing at her chains.
"You can't do this!" Collins sneered. "She is our property. We have orders."
"She is not anyone's property," Faith countered, then looked at Sam's. "Maybe his."
Weatherby, meanwhile, had discreetly drawn his own gun, and aimed it at Faith. "Like he said, we have orders."
And with that, he shot Faith in the shoulder.
Sam & Dean
Sam spun, planting a bullet between Weatherby's eyes.
"Sam!" Dean was more shocked than anything.
"Anyone else?!" Sam yelled, looking between the other two.
"Keys!" Dean demanded, walking over.
Faith
Smithy pointed a shaking finger at Collins, who swiftly retrieved them from his pocket, tossing them to Dean.
Faith breathed deeply, trying to ignore the searing pain in her shoulder.
Sam & Dean
Sam stepped back so that Dean could unlock Faith's shackles, stepping forward again to catch her once she was free.
"It's ok, it's not that bad," Sam assured softly, applying pressure with his right hand to her wound.
Faith
"Yeah?" Faith said, grinning faintly. "Coz it feels pretty bad to me, handsome."
She rested against Sam, exhaustion from the last few days kicking in.
Sam & Dean
"You've been shot before, we all have," Sam mused slightly, the first expression he'd shown since he got there.
He leant in and kissed her forehead, closing his eyes as he did so.
"Sam?" Dean attempted to bring him back to Earth.
Sam glanced over, then lifted Faith easily into his arms.
Faith
Faith leant her head against Sam's shoulder, looking coldly at the two remaining Council members.
"Tell Travers it's over," Faith said to Collins. "If the Council comes after me again, I'll kill you all."
Collins glared at her, unwilling to provoke Sam or Dean. "We'll see."
Sam & Dean
"And if she doesn't, we will," Sam looked between them.
And with that, he walked out.
"You heard the man," Dean saluted, walking backwards and closing the doors behind them.
Faith
"Well," Faith said, wincing slightly. "I'm starting to associating the Council with handcuffs and that's just not fun."
Her hands loosened their grip around Sam's neck slightly, wrists and ankles red raw.
Sam & Dean
"You really quit?" Sam's eyebrows rose, looking down at her.
Dean followed silently behind, keeping an eye out for any henchmen that may have been following.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, glancing at him.
"Quit when... when they wouldn't help me find you."
Sam
Sam smiled a little.
"So you're a free agent," he said more than asked.
Faith
"Well, I don't know about that."
Faith grinned.
"It appears I belong to you now," she teased.
Sam & Dean
Sam chuckled.
"So it does."
Dean got to the impala first, opening to trunk to grab some towels and place them overthe back seat.
"Don't want blood on the upholstery," he shrugged when Sam gave him a look.
Sam gently put Faith in the back of the car, before sliding in beside her. Dean finished with the trunk, closed it, and got in to drive.