"Well I must be travelling on now, there's too many places I've got to see," Faith sang to herself, washing the blood from her hands.
She glanced behind her, the bloodied body tied to the chair, head twisted at an impossible angle.
"Hate to cut and run, but... people and places. You're just the first of one of my bread crumbs, honey."
She looked up in the mirror for a second, making sure there was no more blood on her face, then she went about cleaning her prints from the room.
~*~*~*~
The road seemed to stretch on forever and Faith's eyes drooped slightly. She reached beside her for her thermos and took a sip of the lukewarm coffee.
"Bleugh."
She flicked the stereo on, glancing down at her iPod for a second, then frowning as she caught sight of something underneath her fingernail.
Pulling over for a second, she flipped on the overhead light.
Was that... blood?
Faith flicked under her nail with her thumb, rubbing it across her fingers and bringing it under her nose. She frowned slightly, trying to think back to coming in contact with anything or anybody that had been bleeding.
Nothing.
The sooner she got this thing out of her body, the better it would be for everyone.
Faith started the car again, laying the map across the steering wheel as she drove.
"If Sam is still out this way... then... ok. Up it is."
Sam
Sam checked his palm pilot again. Faith was definitely nowhere near here. He'd managed to track down the right address pretty easily as the county hadn't been too far away, but he had that horrible gut feeling that he was way too late.
He slunk around the gardens to the back door, opening it with a gloved hand and peeking carefully inside. There was only silence from the house, so either the occupant was dead or not home.
He slipped in and closed the door behind him, carefully making his way toward the living room. He barely noticed he was standing in blood when he caught sight of the body. Exactly as he'd seen it in his vision.
He took a moment to take it in. After all, Dean wasn't there to force him to leave straight away and cover his tracks.
He wasn't there to console him either.
He took a deep breath and covered his eyes for a moment, before pulling out his cell phone and dialling.
"I'd like to report a dead body. 23 Treecrest Circle. My name? Jeffrey Morgan. Yes, I'll be here."
He hung up, then began looking around for any sign of who'd been there. Any sign that Faith may have been there. Nothing.
With a sigh, he left the way he'd come in. Having come up with nothing more than knowing that his visions were indeed back. With a vengence.