Faith walked into the motel room, a bag of food in one hand, phone to her ear, and a newspaper tucked under one arm.
"So, you know when you don't have sex for ages and you kind of forget how good it is?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, that doesn't happen to me," Faith replied, putting the food down on the table and tossing the paper onto the bed next to Sam.
"Really?" Xander pressed. "Come on, really?"
"Really," she confirmed. "Just do it, Xander."
"Yeah, maybe... I'm heading out that way in a few days so maybe."
"Sex is sex. Just harden up and do it." Faith laughed slightly. "Be a man. I believe in you. Good luck. See ya."
"Thanks for the support. See ya."
She slid her phone closed and sat on the bed, kicking her shoes up before laying back.
Sam & Dean
Sam had grabbed the paper and turned straight to the obituaries as they heard the shower turn off.
"Who was that?" Sam asked absently, scanning through the family messages.
Faith
"My Watcher," Faith replied, reaching for the bag of food.
"He's debating whether or not to have sex with his ex fiancee."
Sam & Dean
"Super dilemma," Sam frowned suddenly.
"I think I got something here," he said, putting the paper aside and pulling one over from the day before, "this guy was admitted to a mental hospital three days after apparently watching a video and getting a phone call telling him he was going to die in seven days. Four days later, the guy drops dead. Could be a coincidence..."
"...Or something more sinister. Seriously, you still believe in coincidences? That's like believing in Santa Claus."
Sam rolled his eyes as his brother walked to the sink wearing only his jeans and amulet.
"The more interesting part of this find is that he's not the only one it's happened to," he went on, "apparently the feds have looked into it as someone playing a deadly prank, but they're a little confused as to why someone would want revenge on a 35 year old accountant, an elderly couple on holiday from Miami, and a 15 year old girl staying at a motel with her boyfriend for one night."
Faith
"Ooh," Faith said, paying attention to the last part.
"Illegal love. Hot. But... that probably wasn't the point."
Sam & Dean
"Anyway..." Sam went on, "for some reason the boyfriend didn't die, but apparently he was in the shower when she watched it. Does this ring a bell for anyone?"
"We're in Minnesota, right?" Dean asked, making himself a coffee.
"Yeah."
"Then nope. Doesn't ring a bell."
"Because it didn't happen here last time. Dad earmarked it in Idaho," Sam mused.
"Great. So what des Dad say about it?"
"Not a lot," Sam sighed, "his theory was that the tape was a cursed object. Whoever posessed it had to deal with the spirit of its first owner. But when he tried to track it down, it had already disappeared."
"Guess we know where it ended up," Dean shrugged.
Faith
"Well, I vote I don't watch the tape."
Faith nodded.
"Unless it's porn. Coz, if I'm gonna die, I might as well go out with a bang."
Dean & Sam
"Amen sister," Dean nodded in agreement, before sipping at his coffee.
He pulled a face and tipped it down the drain.
"So... you guys think we should track down this tape before it disappears again or what?" Sam asked.
"Why the heck not?" Dean shrugged, "got nothing better to do apparently."
Faith
"Well, I could think of a few fun things that involve oil and handcuffs, but..." Faith paused, shrugging.
"Guess I'm out-voted. So spooky tape it is."
Dean & Sam
"Well now hold on a sec-"
"Come on Dean," Sam closed his laptop, getting more and more annoyed with his brother already.
"She started it," Dean pointed at Faith, before grabbing a shirt from his bed and pulling it on.
"I don't care," Sam said, packing his computer away, "the motel this tape was last seen at is a hundred miles away, so we'll need to pack up and find another place nearby."
Faith
Faith smiled innocently at Dean, before packing up the assortment of weapons she'd had strewn across the bed.
"Well, if we watch this tape and then only have seven days to live, I vote those days be filled with - "
She was interrupted by her phone ringing. She smiled faintly, and then answered it, still packing her things up.
"Hey Wes, what's up?"
Dean & Sam
"Twenty bucks says the end of that sentence was 'hardcore sex'," Dean dared.
"Hell no," Sam scorned.
Faith
Faith grinned at Dean and shook her head.
"Numerous orgasms," she said, then laughed as an audible cough was heard from her phone. "Sorry, Wes, no, I was talking to Dean... but you have my undivided attention. Go for gold."
Dean & Sam
"Damn," Dean clicked his fingers as Sam chuckled.
Dean walked over to where Sam was sitting, so he wouldn't interrupt the phone conversation.
"So do you know exactly where this motel is?" he asked.
"Off the same highway, just up the road a hundred miles," Sam shrugged.
Dean nodded.
"Super."
Faith
Faith wandered over to the window, fingers idly dancing through the curtain.
"Went that well, huh?" she almost laughed. "I can give it a go, but I can't promise any results."
She paused, listening to Wesley talk to Fred for a moment.
"Wes, word of advice? Just ask her out on a date already. Or get with the naughty touching. Do something, because the amount of sexual tension you guys are both carrying around? It's not healthy. You'll explode. And not in a good way."
She smirked at Wesley's reaction.
"I'm miles away and I can tell you're blushing, English. But yeah, look, I'll talk to him. See ya."
Dean & Sam
"'Him' wouldn't happen to be one of us, would it?" Dean looked up as he went to put his boots on.
Sam finished packing and pulled his backpack over his shoulder as he looked for the room key.
Faith
"Nope, apparently there are other guys who like to hear from me. Who knew?"
Faith shrugged, slipping her phone into her pocket. She snorted quietly to herself as she noticed her bra sticking out from under Sam's pillow, and she moved over to the bed to retrieve it and throw it into her bag.
Sam & Dean
Sam looked noticeably disppointed at Wesley's message not being for him, but perked up when he finally found the room key.
"Good to go?" he asked quickly glancing around the room to make sure he hadn't left anything.
"Good as ever," Dean agreed, standing up again and grabbing his bags.
He left to put his things in the trunk.
Faith
Faith caught Sam's expression and she frowned slightly, before lifting her bag up.
"Yep, vamonos."
Sam & Dean
Sam closed the door bhind them, and they were soon on their way.
It took about an hour and a half until Dean found the right motel, having to double back a couple of times. But once there he dropped Sam off to book a room, then they headed in to unpack once again.
Faith
Faith tossed her bag on the ground and sat on the nearest bed. She rolled her shoulders, neck cracking slightly.
She reached down for her laptop and put it beside her, tapping absently on the lid.
Dean & Sam
"We didn't happen to get the same room as the vics, did we?" Dean raised an eyebrow as he kicked the door closed behind him.
"I may have pulled a few strings," Sam shrugged.
"Awesome."
Dean dumped his bags and went straight to the video stand. He searched through the tapes, face screwing up more and more as he read down the labels.
"If I'm gonna die within seven days in this place, Lassie or The Sound Of Music are not going to be the last movies I see. I mean come on, where's the porn?!"
Faith
Faith sat up on her knees and grinned slightly.
"I could make some porn," she joked.
Dean & Sam
"Please God don't let that be a joke," Dean looked to the ceiling.
Sam threw a book at him, which made him chuckle.
"Here's one without a label. Maybe this is porn," Dean held it up as Sam looked over his shoulder, "or of course, it could be something more... deadly. Depending on your kink, of course."
Faith
"One way to find out?" Faith suggested.
She paused.
"How about... I sit this one out? I'd like to not die in a week."
Dean & Sam
"Does anyone?" Dean shrugged.
"Maybe you should sit this one out too," Sam suggested, "I mean you've already died once..."
"So have you," Dean pointed out, "you know we're better off facing this thing together."
"And if we can't stop it because we're somehow infected by it?" Sam pointed out.
"Well that's what Faith's here for," Dean smiled antagonistically.
Faith
Faith raised her hand.
"Did I mention that I'm not good at saving the day? I have some talent, I'll give myself that, good in bed... but you know, saving the day? Not great."
Dean & Sam
"At least we have someone to blame our deaths on," Dean smirked.
"Dean... maybe this isn't such a good idea. Maybe we should just burn it."
"Then we have no way of knowing if this is actually the right video tape or not," Dean pointed out, "I mean come on, we've dealt with pretty much everything. A video tape isn't going to kill us."
Faith
Faith paused.
"Oh what the hell, why not all die together, right?"
She turned to Dean.
"If we die, you're so not getting sex in the afterlife."
Dean & Sam
Dean hid a smirk.
"Depends who ends up in Hell and who doesn't. I might have to show you around," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Let's just not die, ok?" Sam insisted, sitting on the bed.
Dean shoved the tape in and turned the tv on.
Faith
Faith settled next to Sam, a worried look in her eyes as she watched on.
"Ok, random..." she whispered as the video played.
Dean & Sam
Dean sat back on the floor, arms leaning on his bent up knees.
Sam slid his arm around Faith's waist, frowning as he watched.
"What a piece of crap," Dean shrugged after a minute, "if you ask me, you desrve to die after sitting through this whole thing."
"Parts of it almost look like..." Sam faded off.
"What?"
"Spirit photography, maybe?" Sam suggested, "the mirrors, in particular."
Faith
"It reminds me of a student art slash porn film that a guy asked me to participa - " Faith was cut off by the sound of the phone ringing.
Dean & Sam
Dean fetched the tape from the player as Sam reached over and set the phone on speaker.
"Hello?" he asked worriedly.
Faith
There was a long puase, sounds of breathing coming down the line.
"Seven days..." the caller whispered, before the line went dead.
"Freaky," Faith commented, keeping her tone light.
Sam & Dean
Sam gulped a little.
"Maybe. If we weren't so used to it all the time," Dean mused.
"EVP?" Sam asked.
"Sounded like it," Dean shrugged, unphased.
Faith
"Righto," Faith said, sitting up a little straighter.
"Seven days to live. Guess I should start living it up a little more."
She grinned.
"Did I read there was a hot tub here?"
Sam & Dean
"Are you kidding?" Sam asked, at the same time Dean said "hell yes!"
"We've got work to do," Sam said to Dean, pointedly.
Faith
Faith stood up and lay her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Research is your forte, honey. I'm just the muscle."
She bent slightly and kissed his cheek.
"I'm gonna do some training. Then, if you're lucky, I'll tuck you in."
Sam & Dean
Sam gave her an incredulous look as Dean smirked.
"You're the brain, she's the muscle, and I'm the perfect package," he nodded.
"Yeah. You keep telling yourself that," Sam threw a cushion at him before getting up and walking over to his laptop bag.
Faith
"Well... his package is..."
Faith left the statement hanging as she left the room.