Faith leaned down, her breath hot against Sam's neck. She flicked her tongue out, slowly moving down his chest. She giggled, hearing Sam's breathing start to get shallower, and his fingers tangled through her hair.
She glanced up for a moment, and it was Dean who smiled wickedly back at her.
"Come on," he murmured, arching his back, the metal chains around his wrists clanging against the bedhead.
"Bad puppy," Faith scolded lightly, moving back up his body. She bit at the curve of his shoulder, underneath the collar that was fastened around his neck.
She sat up, straddling his waist, the leather cool against her bare legs for a second.
Dean arched again, arms pulling a little more forcefully against the chains, as if in challenge.
~*~*~*~
Faith walked through the hallways of the old Sunnydale High.
"Dean, did you find..." she stopped, realising that Dean was inside the wall.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Why are the living in the walls?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm fine here. Don't worry about me," Dean replied.
"It looks dirty."
"Well, it seems that way to you." Dean grinned. "I made some lemonade, and I'm learning how to play mah-jongg. You go find Sam."
"I think he might be in danger," Faith said.
Dean laughed. "Sorry, a mouse is playing with my toes."
~*~*~*~
The bald man sat at the table, cheese slices spread across the top.
"I've made a little space for the cheese."
~*~*~*~
"Marshmallows," Sam said, nodding. "Roasted."
"Weirdo," Faith teased.
~*~*~*~
Faith looked at the clock.
"It's late..."
"Oh, that clock is so wrong," Buffy said. "Here."
The blonde handed her a pack of tarot cards.
"I'm never going to use these," Faith told her.
"You think you know ... what's to come ... what you are. You haven't even begun."
Faith glanced at the freshly made bed.
"I have to go."
~*~*~*~
"Marshmallows," Sam said, nodding. "Roasted."
"Weirdo," Faith replied, but her eyes were focused on the -
~*~*~*~
"SAM!" Faith screamed, sitting up in the bed.
The sun was streaming through the curtains, and she breathed heavily.
Sam
"What? What?!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders the second he'd sat up.
Faith
Faith took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes for a long moment.
"Another dream," she said tiredly.
Sam
"Need an aspirin or anything?" Sam offered.
Faith
Faith shook her head.
"No, just... a new brain, maybe."
Sam & Dean
Sam hesitated.
"Well, if you wanted to live forever..."
"Don't even joke," came Dean's voice suddenly.
Faith
Faith jumped, startled at Dean's voice.
"Uh... yeah. So. Same kind of theme. Warns me about Sam's death."
She couldn't bring herself to look at Dean.
Sam
"Same way?" Sam asked.
"Like, do I die the same way? Still?"
Faith
"Yeah."
Faith looked at him.
"And each time... I can't... yeah. You know."
Sam
"It's ok," Sam insisted, "it's not gonna happen."
Faith
"Yeah, maybe."
Faith scratched her neck.
"You just... I don't know. I mean, some stuff was kinda cliche. Clocks, tarot cards, chains... but it doesn't make me worry less, you know. I like you in one piece."
Sam
"And I'm not going to be in any more than that," Sam looked into her eyes sincerely.
"Trust me. We won't let that happen."
Faith
Worry lines still creased across Faith's forehead as she looked back into Sam's eyes.
"I know. And I know you can take care of yourself, and if I'm not there, Dean is but..."
She glanced away, feeling slightly awkward.
"It's you. So that automatically means... I'm freaking out."
Sam
"Don't," Sam smiled reassuringly, running his fingers through her hair.
"Trust me. I'm fine. And if anything like that were going to happen, we'd probably know about it beforehand. These things don't just happen... not to us anyway."
Faith
"Maybe not to you, but to me? I attract these sorts of things."
Faith looked at her lap.
"I was too late with... and I can't be too late with you. That's all. I kinda... I kinda like you."
Sam
"Well... I kinda like you too. But trust me, worrying isn't going to help any," Sam insisted.
"It's just going to drain your energy and render you useless if anything does happen."
Faith
"I know," Faith replied softly. "But it's just... if it were a one off dream, I'd probably shrug it off, but it seems persistant."
She made a face.
Sam
"Have you had dreams like these before?" Sam asked curiously.
Faith
Faith looked away from Sam.
"Yeah."
Sam
"And could you stop them from happening?" Sam continued.
Faith
Faith stared out the window, silent for a long moment.
"It's hot in here, isn't it? I feel hot. Maybe I need some water. Or a fan on or something."
Sam
"Could you or not? It's a simple yes or no. Come on, I'm not afraid," he smirked, "I've had people have death visions about me before."
Faith
"I failed before."
Faith didn't look him in the eye.
"Terribly. I was a fail cat, even."
Sam
"Well like I said," Sam reiterated, "I've had death visions about me before. Not me personally, but people have had them about me. And they haven't come true. So I'm not worried."
Faith
"Ok," Faith said, finally looking at him.
"But just so you know, if you die, I'll be mad at you."
Sam
"And you'll have every right to be," Sam smiled, kissing her forehead.
"Now how about we get some sleep, huh?"
Faith
"Ok," Faith said, settling down against him.
She took his arm and wrapped it around her waist.
"Just don't turn into Dean again," she mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
Sam & Dean
"What?" Sam asked, confused.
But it was too late.
He didn't see Dean's grin.