Faith groaned, opening her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding, and she felt the uncomfortably familiar sensation of chains around her feet.
She couldn't seem to remember the last few hours or how she ended up in this position, but she did hope that if she had gone missing, Sam and Dean were working on a way to find her and charge in, guns blazing.
"Please tell me this is a sex game gone too far."
Dean
"Oh I wish," came Dean's voice through the darkness.
"Would be a hell of a lot more entertaining."
Faith
Faith jumped at the sound of Dean's voice.
"Alright, so there goes my plan to have you save me. So, here's hoping Sam's working on a brilliant rescue plan and is not somewhere here."
She tried to move her legs, but found that they, and her whole body, felt strangely heavy.
Dean
"If he's here he'll probably be out twice as long. They probably gave him a horse tranq just because he's so huge," Dean chuckled to himself.
"Yeah, I worked on that one..."
Faith
"Mmmm, he is."
Faith shook her head slightly.
"Right... um... well... I think they've given me some sort of muscle relaxant. Or I'm paralysed, because I can't actually move my legs. And not in a 'I'm being pinned down and really good stuff is happening to me' kind of way."
Dean
"I just feel like I've been hit by a freaking truck or something," Dean rubbed the back of his head sorely.
"Only I won't have awesome scars to show off or anything."
Faith
Faith lifted her arm up and felt around the wall.
"I think... I think there's something here... also, I think they took my bra so I can't pick any locks."
She flicked the switch and harsh fluorescent lighting flooded the room.
She blinked, eyes watering automatically.
Dean
"Aw crap," Dean cowered, immediately covering his eyes with his hand.
"I'd rather you turned them off again."
He swallowed hard, his throat extremely dry.
Faith
Faith's eyes gradually started to adjust and she slowly opened them, still blinking frequently.
"Give it a second..."
Her vision cleared a little more and she looked around.
Dean
"...Nope," Dean shook his head, "still wanting the lights off."
Faith
"Whatever," Faith said, flicking the lights off so he'd stop bitching.
"Also... I'm hungry. This is lame."
Dean
"I'm dying of thirst," Dean coughed, rubbing his eyes, "but I could sure go for a steak cheeseburger right about now too."
Faith
"Mmm, and cheese fries."
Faith nodded.
Dean
"Mmm. And pork rinds," Dean hummed appreciately.
"I can almost smell the bacon."
Faith
"Mmm, I could go Mexican as well," Faith mused.
"Quesadillas. Yum."
Dean
"Taco Bell," Dean's voice croaked, but still sounded like he was in fastasy land.
Faith
Faith licked her lips slightly.
"Let's go to Hooters when we get out of here."
Dean
"Oh God yes," Dean groaned, leaning back against the tiled wall.
"You know, if we ever get out."
Faith
"I would work at Hooters," Faith mused. "Although, not sure if mine are big enough, but surgery... that's an option."
Dean
"They're big enough," Dean shrugged.
"You just need a corset or a push up bra to let them reach their potential."
Faith
"Hmm, will look into that."
Faith tried to move her legs again.
"So... how about that local sports team?"
Dean
"Doing great this year, so I heard," Dean mused, leaning his head back against the cold wall.
He shivered a little, starting to feel nauseas.
Faith
"You ok?" Faith asked, hearing Dean make a slight noise.
"I can distract you with sexual stories, if you think you're gonna pass out."
Dean
"I'm not going to pass out, but please bring on the stories anyway," Dean almost prayed.
Faith
Faith laughed.
"Well... there was that one time..."
Dean
Dean sat with a satisfied smirk on his face as she regailed him with the tale.
"Man I miss LA," Dean shook his head finally, "the chicks there do some crazy awesome stuff."
Faith
Faith snorted.
"I was doing that stuff back in Boston. You and I just never had the chance to get together there."
Dean
"No, believe it or not, crazier than that," Dean rubbed his eyes.
"But yeah, it would have been awesome if we'd..."
He let the sentence hang, not really in the mood for reminiscing.
Faith
"So, you think impending death or maybe torture?"
Faith blinked a few times.
Dean
"What?" Dean asked, not sure he heard right.
Faith
"In store, for us," Faith clarified.
"I'm being optimistic and thinking this is Sam's weird idea of foreplay."
Dean
Dean almost broke out laughing.
"I don't think Sam actually knows the definition of 'foreplay'," he mused.
Faith
Faith smirked slightly.
"Or he's decided to bring some roleplaying into our sex life. I'm not sure what part you'd be playing, but you know, it's Sam's twisted fantasy, not mine. Although... if it were mine..."
Dean
"Continue..." Dean encouraged.
Faith
"I don't know, it would be kind of interesting to be the meat in the Winchester sandwich."
Faith paused, thinking about it for a moment.
"Yeah... that would be nice."
Dean
"Keep dreaming, it ain't happening," Dean rolled his eyes.
Faith
Faith grinned slightly.
"That's ok. Even with super powers, I'm pretty sure the two of you together could break me in half. And I like being in one piece."
Dean
"And I like you in one piece. And Sam likes you in one piece," Dean added.
Faith
"So it's agreed, I am better in one piece because I'm easy on the eye."
Faith rubbed her eye absently.
"Favourite sexual position?"
Dean
"Anything new, I get bored with the common ones," Dean shrugged.
"Though missionary's a popular choice, just because the girls are mostly hot. You?"
Faith
"Hmmm," Faith hummed, thinking for a second.
"I like being held up, like against a wall. That's always fun."
Dean
"For the record I always liked holding you up against something," Dean smiled.
Faith
Faith smiled.
"We always had fun, didn't we?"
Dean
"Yeah," Dean scratched his head, "too bad it didn't happen ten years earlier."
He sighed.
"Ok. I think I'm read for the light now."
Faith
"K."
Faith reached up again and switched on the light.
Dean
"Oh man," Dean cringed again, his left hand shielding his eyes a little.
"Well don't you look like hell warmed up?"
Faith
"Thanks baby, you look hot as well."
Faith looked around, eyes slowly adjusting.
Dean
"Yeah I know," Dean squinted down at his legs.
He was barefoot, and a heavy rusted shackle sat around his right ankle. He leant down to inspect the chain, looking up to where it was fastened to the wall.
"Great," he huffed.
Faith
Faith stood up slowly, her legs still shakey from the after effects of the drug she'd been given.
"Well, we're shit out of luck."
Dean
"What makes you say that?" Dean's eyebrows rose as he inspected the shackles bolts.
"If this is only in the tiles I could probably break it off..."
Faith
Faith pointed at the far corner.
"Coz our rescue plan? You know, the tall, cute, puppy eyed hero? He's in here with us."
Dean
Dean looked up at that.
"Sam?!" he exclaimed, putting a hand on the wall to help pull himself up.
Once he got to his feet, he almost fell down again, but he just managed to see over the edge of the bath tub. All he could see was some rope, a brown jacket, and a tuft of brown hair.
"Does he look ok?" Dean gulped slightly, wiping his face.
Faith
Faith glanced at the length of chain connecting her foot to the wall, then at the distance between herself and Sam.
She slowly moved over as close as she could, noting a shackle fastened around Sam's ankle.
"He looks ok. Chest is moving, he's breathing. Must be getting one hell of a neck cramp though."
She tilted her head.
"If sleeping cutie ever wakes up, I think I could probably reach him. If he stands."
Dean
"They must have dosed him with something a little extra than us," Dean realised, still leaning against the wall to stop himself from falling.
He noted the chain going into the tub, also anchored to the wall nearby.
Faith
Faith looked over at Dean.
"Hey... do you even remember what we were doing before this? It all seems... very blank."
Dean
"Last thing I remember was being in that motel room and watching a seriously bad infomercial..." Dean shook his head.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, tilting her head slightly.
"I was patrolling and then... lights out."
Dean & Sam
"So what, we're just supposed to stay here and die of starvation?" Dean looked towards the doors.
Suddenly, a moan erupted from the bathtub, making Dean pay strict attention.
"Sammy? Sammy?!"
"My head..." Sam moaned.
Faith
Faith smiled slightly, glad that Sam was joining them in the conscious world.
"Hey," she called, peering into the bath.
"How's it hanging, baby?"
Sam & Dean
Sam groaned again, moving his hands to his head. His heart skipping a beat, he pulled them back when he noticed the rope.
He instantly sat up in shock, eyes darting to where the chain from the shackle on his - also tied - ankle, rattled against the edge of the bathtub.
"Where are we?"
"Well, not Hell. But I'm sure someone thinks it's close," Dean frowned a little when he saw his brother's wrists.
Faith
"I think the technical term is... shitty ass bathroom. Or, really," Faith said, glancing at Dean. "Boston High's bathroom. Either or."
She tugged again at her chain.
Dean & Sam
"Good comparison," Dean nodded.
"Why am I the only one tied up?" Sam frowned, worried.
"Maybe they thought you were into the kinky stuff," Dean smirked.
Faith
"Well, you do look pretty like that."
Faith shook her head.
"Not that that is the point. At all. Coz, you know, I'm not into bondage. Much."
Sam & Dean
"Thank God," Sam replied.
"You don't know what you're missing," Dean smirked.
"So. Plans, anyone?" Sam looked between them hopefully.
"When my head and stomach stop competing to see who can spin the fastest," Dean said.
Faith
"Um... my plans usually rely on my strength, and... I think I've been drugged, because I don't seem to be that superhero-ey at the moment."
Faith shrugged.
"You're the brains in this operation usually. I'm just eye candy. And Dean is... well he's... Dean."
Dean & Sam
"Dean is awesome," Dean smiled.
"I'll agree with that if you get us out of here," Sam informed him.
"I'm working on it."
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, looking at the ground.
"Dean has his awesome moments."
She pulled again at the chain around her ankle.
"Remember when we started that fire in homeroom? But now is really not the time for that. Sorry, shitty bathrooms make me nostalgic for school."
Dean & Sam
"You did what?" Sam frowned.
"That was awesome," Dean chuckled, "and Mrs. Bailey never worked out it was us, either."
"Nice. Nostalgia. Kind of a more pressing issue here," Sam held up his wrists pointedly.
Faith
"Well, we have good poker faces."
Faith ran a hand through her hair.
"Ok. Anyone got a plan yet?"
Dean & Sam
Dean had been busily searching his person.
"Well we got no weapons, no tools... unless you have," he looked toward Sam.
"Kinda hard to tell right now Dean," Sam insisted.
"Eh I doubt it anyway," Dean patted down his jeans.
"Looks like the emergency tools are gone too. And I'm not wearing shoes so there goes that knife..."
Faith
Faith patted her pockets and then made a face, reaching in and pulling out a tiny cassette tape.
"Um... anyone else got one of these?"
Sam & Dean
"Again, can't tell," Sam said, annoyed.
"Nope," Dean shook his head, "don't even have my damn jewelry."
He hesitated, something shining out the corner of his eye. He looked towards the toilet, spotting something behind it.
"On the other hand, 'oooh shiny'," he reached over for it.
He held up a tape player and threw it to Faith.
Faith
"Not just eye candy."
Faith caught it easily and slipped her tape in, rewinding, and then pressing play.
"Rise and shine, Faith. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room you die in..."
Dean & Sam
"That sounds uplifting," Dean commented as Sam listened intently.
Faith
"Up until now you've lived your life avoiding your past. Your true self. So what do you see when you look in the mirror? Now, I see you as a mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic. So are you going to die today, Faith? Or are you going to do something about it?"
Faith raised her eyebrows, clicking the tape off.
"Hmm. Nice."
Dean
"That's it?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
"We're just caught up in some psycho revenge thing aimed at you?"
Faith
"No," Faith said, thinking for a moment. "I don't think it's all about me."
She looked around the bathroom.
"I haven't pissed anyone off enough for them to come after bystanders."
Sam & Dean
"I think she's right, Dean," Sam frowned.
"What makes you say that?"
"Cos I can feel something in my pocket that might be a tape. I just can't reach it yet," Sam was twisting in the tub, awkwardly, trying to reach.
"Then how come I ain't got one?" Dean frowned, feeling over his pockets again.
He looked back over where he found the tape player, scooting over to reach around behind the toilet again. Coming up empty, he sat back again.
"I got it," Sam finally announced, holding it up between two fingers.
"Can you throw it?" Dean asked.
"Not really," Sam frowned, "but I can try."
He leant over the edge a little, and threw the tape as close to Faith as he could get.
Faith
Faith sank to her knees, smirking slightly as she reached for the tape.
"Ok, well, I think you just like seeing me on my knees, Sam."
She took her tape out of the player, then slipped Sam's in, rewinding and pressing play.
Dean & Sam
"The Winchesters..." the tape began.
"I didn't get left out," Dean almost rejoiced.
"...And yes, I know who you are. Really. You think you're heroes, fighting the good fight in dark alleys and farm houses. But you've always been in situations you could control. How does it feel to be powerless?"
"Do you feel powerless? I don't," Dean asked Sam, who just frowned.
"But like Faith, you have a choice. To live, or to die. Here. How would it look, finding the sons of John Winchester dead from dehydration and starvation? Not much of a legacy."
"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Let the games begin."
"I don't get it," Sam shook his head with a frown.
"He's obviously expecting us to do something. Maybe he's gonna send in a wild animal for us to fight?"
Faith
"Ooh, I hope it's an alligator."
Faith paused, then shrugged.
"I'm good at those."
Dean & Sam
"I'd be happy with a cougar," Dean shrugged.
"Remembering you have no knife," Sam scorned, slowly wriggling his hands to try and loosen the rope.
"Ok then, shark."
Faith
"Maybe there's something we're missing?"
Faith glanced at the tape player again, rewinding it.
Dean & Sam
Dean frowned as they listened to the message again.
"I heard 'open your eyes', but it wasn't EVP," Sam looked between them.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Dean frowned.
Faith
"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't've gotten out of bed today."
Faith scratched above her eyebrow.
Dean & Sam
"Maybe it's cryptic?" Dean suggested.
"Like how?" Sam frowned, staring at the toilet.
"I don't know-"
"Wait," Sam cut in, "there's a drawing on the toilet..."
"Huh?" Dean turned, spying it instantly.
"Oh yeah..."
"Is that an eye?" Sam asked, tilting his head.
Faith
"This keeps getting weirder."
Faith looked over at the toilet.
"Alright... well, sorry Dean, but you're the one next to it."
Dean & Sam
"Let's have a look first," Dean insisted, lifting the seat a little.
He cringed at the mess left in there, closing it again instantly. Silently praying to himself, he opened the op part instead.
"Woo!" he exclaimed, pulling out the saw, "yeah. This is totally gonna cut us free. Not."
"It'll cut me free, pass it over!" Sam insisted.
Faith
Faith pulled again at her chain.
"So what... Sam can free himself, but Dean and I get left in the bathroom for life?"
Dean & Sam
"He could always find something to pick the locks with," Dean reasoned, throwing his brother the saw.
"Not quite Dean," Sam shook his head, instantly placing it so he could cut his wrists free.
"What do you mean by that?" Dean frowned.
Sam waited until he had his hands free, then lifted the chain from his ankle so they could see.
"I'm just as stuck as you guys are," he stated the now obvious.
"Damnit," Dean cursed, as Sam started on the rope on his ankles.
Faith
"Great."
Faith sighed.
"And we're not even chained up in that fun way."
Dean & Sam
"Nope," Dean sighed.
"Finally!" Sam exclaimed, throwing the ropes off and sanding in the tub.
He instantly stopped, falling back into the wall.
"Sammy?!" Dean jumped to his feet.
"It's ok, I'm cool," Sam insisted, one hand over his eyes, "just... dizzy. And nauseas."
Faith
"Stick your head between your legs."
Faith smirked slightly.
"It should stop the room spinning."
Sam & Dean
"Oh God no," Sam groaned.
"Normally I would take this as the perfect opportunity to cause some street pizza, but I don't want to have to deal with it for however long we end up in here for," Dean pointed out.
"Gee, thanks Dean."
"You're welcome. Sit down, dickhead."
Faith
"If you want, I can distract you from sickness with flashing?"
Faith tugged at her chain again.
Dean & Sam
"Please do."
"No, no," Sam insisted, sliding down the wall to sit in the bath again, "I'll work on it. It's cool."
Dean shrugged.
Faith
Faith sat down as well, figuring she ought to conserve her energy while waiting for an escape plan to pop into her head.
"This is why I don't like people," she said simply. "They pull shit like this."
Dean & Sam
"They could be posessed," Dean suggested with a shrug, "ever since Sam was supposed to be the next big bad they've followed us around like rats to the pied piper..."
"Except trying to kill us instead," Sam interjected.
"Yeah, there's that."
"Thisdoesn't seem very demon-ish though," Sam reasoned, taking his hands off his eyes, "they're more for spilling blood than watching us sit here do nothing."
Faith
"Exactly," Faith said, nodding. "Which is why I avoid most people. As a general rule."
She rubbed her neck.
"So..."
Sam & Dean
"You know, only a very small portion of the population are homocidal," Sam pointed out defensively.
"And it takes one to know one," Dean murmured.
Faith
"I'm a loner," Faith shrugged.
"Always have been. Except for when... you know, the use and abuse. And lately."
Sam & Dean
"Everyone needs human interaction though," Sam insisted, "it helps you feel human yourself."
Dean gave him an odd look at that comment, but said nothing.
Faith
"I haven't always had the best track record with human interaction," Faith replied wryly.
"It's getting better, but you know."
Sam & Dean
"I noticed," Sam smiled reassuringly.
"Sam, throw me the saw," Dean insisted, "while you two get into the mushy-wushies I've got work to do."
Faith
"What, we can't confess undying love while in a life or death situation?" Faith joked.
She grinned slightly.
Dean & Sam
"Not when I'm involved," Dean insisted.
Sam threw the saw to the ground near Dean, and Dean scooped it up before checking out the blade.
Faith
"It's ok," Faith reassured. "I don't think we're up to love yet."
She fiddled with the lock of her chains, avoiding looking at Sam.
Sam & Dean
Sam looked across at her, almost dejectedly. But focusing on the task at hand, he leaned over the tub and finally fell out onto the floor.
Dean was bending the saw blade back and forth, and testing the sharpness.
"If I can break the blade off I could use it to pick the locks," his eyebrows rose.
Faith
"And then you can MacGyver our way out of here."
Faith paused.
"Mmm, MacGyver."
Dean & Sam
"Something like that," Dean nodded, looking around for something to use to break it.
Not finding anything, he grimaced as he tried to use the shackle on his ankle to hold it down as he pulled it up at an angle. A loud snap echoed in the room, and Dean let out a painful yelp as the blade cut across his ankle.
"Holy crap," he clenched his teeth, slapping his hand over the cut.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
"Stings like a bitch! Ow..."
Faith
"Is it deep?" Faith asked.
She looked over at him, trying to gauge if there was blood.
Sam & Dean
"It doesn't need to be, down there," Sam's eyebrows rose.
Dean pulled his hand away, cringing, before his eyes widened at the pool of blood in his palm.
"Wow..."
"Dean, tie it off with your shirt or something. We don't need you passing out from blood loss," Sam insisted.
"Give me a minute to get over it, Sam."
Faith
Faith tugged again at the chain around her ankle, and smiled triumphantly as it pulled away from the wall slightly.
"Ah guys, the superhero is back in the building, I think."
Dean & Sam
The Winchesters looked up, Sam smiling.
"Glad something's going right for one of us," Dean muttered, ripping the bottom part of his shirt and wrapping it around his ankle.
Once he had it tied off, he picked up the broken blade and studied it.
"I guess the drugs are wearing off them, huh?" Sam asked Faith, "is your head clearing?"
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, pulling again at her chains. "Normal sedatives tend to wear off quickly."
She tugged harder, the tiles on the bathroom wall cracking from the force.
Sam & Dean
"Too bad we don't have that leisure," Sam looked across at Dean, already working the lock on the shackles.
"Yeah," he mumbled in agreement.
Faith
"S'ok," Faith said, distractedly. "I'll break you out, cutie."
She gave one last pull and the chain broke away from the wall.
Dean & Sam
A moment later, Dean cracked his shackle open.
"You might break it off the wall, but good luck getting it off your ankle," he mused gloriously, throwing the chain off and standing up.
He winced as his cut ankle got the brunt of the weight, quickly limping onto the other foot.
"Sam," he limped over and handed him the blade.
"Thanks."
Faith
"I figure the cute one will help me with that."
Faith stood up, flexing her foot lightly.
Sam & Dean
"And he will," Sam promised absently, working the lock on his own shackle.
Dean limped over to the door and began inspecting it. There was no latch or obvious way to open it from the inside, so he lookedaround for an air vent.
Once Sam had his ankle free, he called Faith over and began on hers.
Faith
Faith balanced one foot against the bathrub rim, making it easier for Sam to get the lock open.
"Anything?" she asked Dean.
Dean & Sam
"Maybe," Dean spied an air vent in the ceiling, with a moving fan.
Sam finally got the lock off, and sat back against the bath to look up at Dean.
"Is it wide enough?" he frowned, looking at the vent.
"Not for us, but Faith maybe," Dean replied, looking around for something to stand on.
Faith
Faith walked over to the vent and looked up.
"Sam, lift me?"
Sam & Dean
"Honestly, I would if I could," Sam insisted, not moving from where he sat.
"See if you can get on my shoulders," Dean braced himself so she could climb up his back by putting a foot in the nape of his knee and another on his hip.
Faith
"Ok."
Faith put one hand on Dean's shoulder, pausing for a second.
"Um... if I break your back, sorry in advance."
And on that note, she stepped up, balancing easily on his shoulders as she reached up to pull the grating down from the vent.
"Wow, I should do this in a cheerleader outfit next time," she commented.
Dean & Sam
"Oh I agree," Dean grunted, looking up.
"Careful of the fan," Sam insisted worriedly, at the same time looking for something that could jam it up.
He picked up the broken saw, before spying the handle on Dean's side of the room. He crawled over, Dean giving him curious looks. When he had it, he finally stood up.
"Here," he held it up for Faith, "use this to block it."
Faith
"Thanks."
Faith took it from him, then looked back up at the fan. She took a deep breath, praying to the cosmos to spare her hands, then swiftly jammed it up there.
"Oh God. Yes! Still have hands."
Dean & Sam
"Can you get through?" Dean grunted.
"You might have to break the fan down," Sam suggested, "but make sure it all comes at once, you don't want to lose your hands after all."
Faith
"I think you'd miss them more than me," Faith joked.
She reached up and caught hold of the edge of the vent, weight off Dean's shoulders.
"I can fit. Only just. Tight squeeze, but you know."
She started pulling herself upwards, body moving fluidly between the different positions she had to contort herself in.
Sam & Dean
"Be careful!" Sam insisted as Dean pushed her feet up.
Both boys watched as she pulled herself up.
"And watch out for whoever put us here," Dean insisted, "we don't know how much they know."
Faith
"Will do. Be back soon."
Faith peered down at the boys one last time.
"And Sam? Um... nevermind. Sit tight."
She disappeared from sight.
Dean & Sam
"What was that about?" Dean looked up at his brother.
Sam shrugged awkwardly.
"How should I know?" he frowned, going to sit back against the bath again.
Dean shrugged himself, sitting down here he was and nursing his cut foot.
"Do you think she'll be ok?" Sam asked after a moment.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "she's probably better off than we are."
Faith
"I thought girls were meant to have a keen sense of direction," Faith muttered to herself as she crawled through the vent.
She looked left, then right, then straight ahead.
"Ok... you can do this Faith."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before choosing a direction and had a horrible sensation of sliding down something.
She landed with an oof on the concret floor below her, and she looked around, noting she seemed to be in some sort of security office.
Sam & Dean
"Dean...?"
"Mmm?" Dean looked up from where he was fiddling with the blade.
"What do you think of Faith, like..."
"You know what I think of Faith."
"No, I mean... What would you think of her being with us long term?"
"She kind of is already," Dean squinted, tilting his head a little.
"I know, but she's not really... official-like. What if she was?"
"You saying you want to marry her?"
Faith
Faith flipped to her feet and found herself staring into a pair of dark eyes.
"Oh," she said, finally noticing that she was in a room full of tv sets, that were showing Sam and Dean on payperview. "Well. This is awkward."
She ducked the punch and sent one back, the force pushing the man back against the wall.
Sam & Dean
"I don't know," Sam couldn't look his brother in the eyes.
"Seriously, after what happened with Jess?" Dean frowned.
"This is different," Sam defended, "Azazel's dead."
"But Lilith isn't."
Faith
Faith winced as he slashed her cheek with a knife, then she placed a well aimed kick in his face, and the man crumpled.
She bent to see if he was still breathing.
Sam & Dean
"My point is Dean, Faith can handle her own," Sam reiterated.
"You haven't seen her up against Lilith," Dean pointed out.
"Seriously man, the demons she's used to? You can kill with knives and beheading and really the only purpose they serve is to look ugly. She doesn't deal with the bastards that got out the devil's gate on a regular basis. Can you honestly see her up against something like Azazel?"
"Azazel's dead."
"You've said that already. But the point still stands."
Sam hesitated, sighing.
"Yeah I know."
Faith
Faith finished tying the guy against the chair and then looked around the office for another weapon she could use.
Not finding one, she opened the door and went to find her way back to the bathroom.
Dean & Sam
"Why are you bringing this up now anyway?" Dean frowned.
Sam put on an innocent face.
"When else have we had the time lately?"
Dean hesitated, then nodded.
"Touche`."
Faith
Faith turned around on the spot.
"Hmm..."
Dean & Sam
"So you really like her that much, huh?" Dean asked finally.
Sam nodded silently, eyes to the floor.
"Wow."
"Yeah," Sam chuckled nervously, "you're telling me."
Faith
"Yeah!" Faith said, pumping her fist.
She smashed the padlock with the tool she was holding, and wrenched the door open.
"Hey baby," she greeted. "You miss me?"
Sam & Dean
"Very much," Sam smiled as Dean clambered to his feet.
He limped to the door and looked out as Sam pulled himself up by the edge of the bath.
"Any intel?" Dean asked.
Faith
"Some guy tied up in a security room," Faith said.
"Well, he didn't start off tied up."
She pointed to her cheek.
"Poor Faith."
Dean & Sam
"Is he dead?"
"Did you find a way out?" Sam asked, walking over to join them.
Faith
"Think so."
Faith rubbed the back of her neck.
"He's alive, but probably not for long. I didn't leave him in good condition."
Sam & Dean
"Great, let's go," Sam rushed.
"Wait a minute," Dean held up a hand to stop him, "I don't know about you, but I want my boots and my knife back. And I want to know what the hell's going on here."
Faith
"Some sicko's idea of entertainment," Faith said.
"There were cameras everywhere."
Dean & Sam
"Yeah, but how did he know who the hell we were?" Dean pointed out.
"And how'd he get the drop on us? I don't remember anything after eating dinner in that motel room however long ago."
"Let's reminisce later, alright?" Sam insisted, "let's just get the weapons back and go Morse later. Faith, did you see our stuff anywhere?"
Faith
Faith shook her head.
"Nah, he's either chucked it, or stashed it somewhere."
She paused.
"There's a whole bunch of wicked bad traps everywhere though."
Dean & Sam
Dean suddenly paid attention.
"Like what?" Sam asked for him.
Faith
"Like... literal traps. There was like string that was connected to guns that I had to avoid. Or... no more head for Faith."
Faith paused.
"Not in that way."
Dean & Sam
"So?" Dea's eyes widened, "did you work out where they all were? Disable them? At least remembered?"
"Settle Dean," Sam grabbed his arm.
"No, Sam. I do want to leave here in as many pieces as I'm in right now."
Faith
"Calm down."
Faith ran a hand through her hair.
"They're all out of commission."
Dean & Sam
"Are you sure?" Dean needed reassurance.
"Come on," Sam pushed past, pulling his brother with him.
Faith
"Yeah, time to motor."
Faith took Sam's hand and started to lead the way out.