"He rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin..."
Faith's grin grew wider as she watched the video for the hundredth time that morning. She silently thanked Xander for drawing it to her attention, eyes still focused on the screen, headphones in her ears.
She giggled, and then let out a loud "Awwwwwwwwww" as she watched her computer.
Sam
"What the heck are you watching?" Sam looked up from his own computer on the other side of the room.
He watched her for a moment, realising she couldn't hear him, then stood and made is way over to pull the headphones from her ears.
Faith
Faith clicked pause on the screen, still giggling hysterically over what she'd been watching.
"Only the greatest thing on the internet ever. Not counting porn, obviously. Actually, including porn. Greatest video ever."
She glanced back at the screen and cracked up again.
"Oh, I love you Dr Horrible."
Sam
"So..." Sam squinted, "my latest competition is an internet video?"
Faith
Faith grinned and pulled Sam down for a kiss.
"Well, you have to watch it. It's very awesome."
She paused.
"And ok, I know Neil Patrick Harris is all gay and everything, but I would totally have sex with him."
Sam
Sam nodded to the screen.
"Play it for me," he insisted.
Faith
"Alright, but don't blame me when you fall in love with Dr Horrible."
Faith clicked back to Act 1 and pressed play, leaning back against the bed to watch. She moved the computer so it was in between them.
Sam
Sam quickly unplugged the headphones so he could hear it, and so he was introduced to Dr. Horrible.
Half an hour later when they were nearing the end of act 2, Dean arrived back with their lunch.
"What's going on?" he frowned as he closed the door behind him.
Sam shushed him.
Faith
"All the birds are singing that you're gonna die..." the voice rang out from the computer speakers.
Faith had now moved to be laying on her stomach, watching the screen intently.
Dean & Sam
"What the?" Dean frowned, darting around so that he could see the screen.
The three of them watched intently as Dr. Horrible sang about Captain Hammer's demise. At the end of the act, Sam quickly clicked onto act 3 but Dea immediately paused it.
"Explain. Now," he demanded.
"No wait!" Sam insisted, starting it again.
Faith
"Captain Hammer may be a corporate tool, but he's kinda hot," Faith mused.
She rested her chin on her hands, still focused on the screen.
Sam & Dean
"Well... is groupies aren't bad," Sam admitted.
"Wait, groupies?" Dean was thoroughly confused, "don't tell me you like this... video."
"It's not just a video, it's actually like an internet tv show," Sam explained.
"Which is a contradictory statement," Dean pointed out.
Faith
"According to Xander they're going to make it into a comic book series," Faith said, glancing over at Sam.
"And we can apply to join the Evil League of Evil."
She giggled.
"Can we, please?"
Dean & Sam
"No," Dean said sternly as he went to continue his business, "you don't know who's got access."
"It's just a bit of fun, Dean," Sam scorned.
"And the one slip you make will be your last. You know as well as I do."
Sam rolled his eyes, but silently agreed.
Faith
Faith pouted, then snorted.
"Especially that guy, he smells like poo."
Sam & Dean
"I hate the homeless," Sam mimmicked.
"What?" Dean scorned.
"-ness. Problem in this city."
Dean rolled his eyes and grabed a beer from the fridge.
"So I take it this will be an ongoing thing then?"
"Probably," Sam nodded looking to Faith.
Faith
Faith grinned and lay her head on Sam's stomach.
"Yeah probably... hey Sam, love your hair."
Sam & Dean
"Thankyou," Sam grinned, "yours isn't half bad either."
"If you guys want to get jiggy with it, give me at least ten minutes' warning. That's what it takes to set up the hidden cameras."
Faith
"I don't think I need to be filmed again. I mean, ever. Ever."
Faith looked at the food Dean had brought with him.
"And speaking of lunch!"
Dean & Sam
"What's the magic word?" Dean held the food back out of her reach.
"Hilarious," Sam grunted.
Faith
"Blowjob?" Faith suggested innocently.
She sat up and smiled coyly.
Dean & Sam
"Close," Dean hinted, as Sam watched on with a worried look.
Faith
Faith raised an eyebrow.
"Hmmm," she said, putting her index finger to her lips, then darting her tongue out almost teasingly.
"Handjob?"
Dean
"Getting colder."
Faith
"I don't know if there's a name for the way I defiled you the first time we had sex," Faith mused.
She lay back on the bed.
"But what I did that first time. Is that the magic word? Dean, come on, I'm hungry!"
Sam & Dean
Sam shook his head in disgust.
"Nope. It's a simple three letter word that you've already said," Dean hinted.
Faith
"Sam?" Faith said, feigning innocence.
"Alright, sex. Come on, hand it over. The food. Not the sex."
Dean & Sam
"Dammit," Dean handed her the food, "and I had the perfect comeback for it too."
"Was it 'yes'?" Sam's eyebrows rose.
Dean's eyes shifted, before he threw his brother his own burger and went to sit in the corner with his.
Faith
"Mmm burgerlicious."
Faith scooted back so she was sitting against the bedhead.
Sam & Dean
"You're so predictable," Sam mused, taking a large bite.
"You're predictable."
"Well you're just childish."
"You're childish."
"You started it."
"You started it."
"Dean did a waitress in Tampa."
"Sam did a werewolf."
"Dean went to Hell and I went to heaven."
There was a pause.
"Sam stole my butt buddy."
"Dean stole my prom date-"
Faith
Faith ate silently, watching on with an amused look in her eyes. She was distracted for a second by a text message from Xander that was a photo of himself and Andrew in Dr Horrible groupie shirts.
She snorted.
Sam & Dean
"What was that?" Sam asked her.
"Hey! Interrupting an intense debate here!"
Faith
Faith snickered, handing her phone to Sam.
"Ignore the sad clown comment. He's just enjoys the fact I'm scared of clowns."
Dean & Sam
"You too huh?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Don't believe a word he says," Sam cut in quickly, before laughing at the photo.
"Sam is deathly afraid of clowns. He won't even sit in a clown chair!"
"Dean's afraid of flying," Sam said to Faith.
"Planes crash!"
"And clowns kill. One almost killed you!"
"Did not. I had him."
"Oh sorry, I didn't realised that being pinned by the shirt to the wall by daggers meant you 'had him'."
Faith
"Clowns do kill," Faith agreed. "They're all... weird and... unnerving. And you know they get off on it and everything. Bleugh."
She shuddered.
"I'm all for kinks if that's your thing, but not clowns. Like this one guy I grew up with, used to make me dress up like a school girl, and then he'd take this friggin' bull whip..."
Dean & Sam
"Please continue..."
"No, don't," Sam amended, "bottom line, clowns are freaky."
"You're such a wuss," Dean sneered.
"I'm the wuss, huh? Yet I'm the one who had to feel around the dead vampire's mouth-"
"I didn't know she was a vampire!"
"So dead humans freak you out more than vampires?" Sam smirked.
"Remember the Benders? You in the cage? I'm well within my sanity range being freaked out by humans."
Sam & Dean
Sam leant back into her with a chuckle.
"True. Very true."
"About time you saw reason," Dean nodded to himself, taking a swig of his beer.
Faith
Faith put her arms around Sam's waist and then started giggling, thinking about Dr Horrible.
"Aww, shoulder jig."