Faith was out the back of the motel, using the bar she'd rigged up for chin ups. It wasn't cold out, although it also wasn't warm, but Faith had found that Sam's constant tapping on his computer was distracting her from her work out.
Yes, that was what was distracting. The tap tap tap of the keys.
She breathed deeply through her nose, holding herself up for a few seconds, feeling the strain in her arms. It was a good kind of strain, letting her know that she still had it, was still strong. Although, a bead of sweat had dripped down her crop top and was sorta tickling her, but if she let go to scratch, she would probably fall.
And, she had a nice view of the scenary.
From where she was, she could see in through the window of their room and she definitely wasn't staring at anything in particular. She was just observing the room. And taking in details.
Of the room.
Sam
Sam was furiously tapping away at his laptop, hitting dead end upon dead end in his hunt for Lilith.
It just seemed like he'd already read everything now. And the only thing to do was wait unil she reared her ugly demon head to cause more destruction.
He finally understood the reasons behind his father's obsession. He knew it had become apparent to him when Jessica died and they were both hunting Azazel, but this was different. This was a hunger.
If Ash hadn't been killed, this would be a heck of a lot easier.
Or if Faith didn't keep disappearing on him. Who the heck patrols that much, anyway?
He clenched his fist, resisting the urge to break the table with it. They'd have to pay for it then, and it wasn't like they had any steady income coming in.
Faith
Faith lifted herself up again, breathing deeply. She watched Sam carefully, noting that he looked a little angry.
He was kind of pretty when he was angry. Well, he was kind of pretty all the time. But more so, when he was angry.
She lowered herself down and rested with her hands on her knees for a second, hunched over.
Sam
Sam glanced up at the window where Faith had been a moment ago, working out.
Heck, she wore him out just when he watched her. Didn't that girl ever need a rest? Oh wait, she wasn't a girl. Technically.
What waswith the company he held lately? Ever since Dean died he'd been surrounding himself with anyone - anything - that wasn't human. Dean would... well, he wouldn't like it.
He looked back at the computer screen, before closing it in annoyance.
Faith
Faith stretched her arms out, her shoulders cracking slightly, then she started going through some basic martial arts movements.
She may as well stay up to date with her training, even without Angel pestering her about it. Otherwise, she knew, once she was back, he would throw her all over the gym. And not in a fun way. More in a broken bones sort of way.
Sam
"Aren't you supposed to be partolling, or something?" Sam finally called out, hearing her go through even more exercises.
Faith
Faith looked over in surprise, then shook her head.
"Not dark enough yet. You trying to get rid of me?"
Sam
"No, why would I do that?" Sam shrugged with a scorning look.
"But you've gone out early before. Covering more ground, didn't you say?"
Faith
Faith was a little puzzled by his sudden attitude, but shrugged it off.
"Yeah, but I'm just going to do a quick sweep tonight, I think."
Sam
"Whatever you say," Sam shrugged.
He started packing up his laptop and coiling the cords.
Faith
Faith rolled her eyes slightly, then stretched again. She decided to head back inside to have a shower and go patrolling. Or clubbing. Or anything that was away from Sam and his bad mood.