Faith watched the actors run around backstage, costumes and props strewn around. She raised an eyebrow as Dean walked over, dressed as a young German boy.
"Isn't this exciting?" Dean asked, grinning. "Our first production!"
Faith looked him up and down. "You're... wait, production?"
"I can't wait for our scene," he said. "Have you seen my hat?"
"Production?"
"The place is packed," he went on. "Everyone is here."
"Wait, there's a production and I am in it?" Faith asked again.
Dean rubbed her shoulders. "Aww, little stage fright?"
"Dean, leave her alone," Sam said, walking over.
Faith stared at him. "We're in a production?"
Sam tipped his cowboy hat, chuckling. "Well, you were late, or you'd have gotten a better part. I'm Cowboy Guy!"
"Dude, you look so gay," Dean told his brother. "Look at your spurs."
"Dean, have you looked in the mirror? You look like one of those Von Trapp kids," Sam retorted, straightening his tassled vest. "Besides, I showed up on time, so I got to be cowboy guy."
"Alright everyone!" Angel clapped his hands. "Pay attention! In just a few moments that curtain is going to open on our very first production. Now, everyone that Faith's ever met... is out in that audience, including all of us. That means we have to be perfect. Stay in character, remember your lines, and energy energy energy, especially in the musical numbers!"
"Uh..." Faith's eye caught movement in the shadows. "Did anyone else see that?"
"Acting is not about behaving, it's about hiding. The audience wants to find you, strip you naked, and eat you alive, so hide. Dean, stop that," Angel continued.
"Now, costumes, sets, um, the things that you, uh, you know, uh, you, um... you hold them, you touch them, uh, use them, um..." Angel stepped up, looking around confusedly.
"Props?" Dean suggested.
"No," Angel replied, rolling his eyes.
"Props?" Sam repeated.
"Yes! It's all about subterfuge. Dean, that's very annoying. Now go on out there, lie like dogs, and have a wonderful time. Now, if we can stay in focus, keep our heads, I know this'll be the best production of "Death of a Salesman" we've ever done. Good luck everyone! Break a leg!"
~*~*~*~
"Morning," Sam's voice was low and husky as he stepped into the shower behind Faith.
"Morning," she returned, looking up at him.
~*~*~*~
Sam swaggered over to Dean and tipped his hat. "Well hello young man, can I help you with those there milk pails?"
"Why thank you, but they're not very heavy," Dean said, clearly overacting. "Why have you come to our lonely small town, which has no post office and very few exports?"
"I've come looking for a man," Sam winked. "A sales man."
~*~*~*~
"Everyone is starting to wonder about you," Buffy told her. "The real you. If they find out, they'll punish you. And I can't help you with that."
"Well, what should I... what's after Sam? Is it something I know about?" Faith asked.
She looked around, hearing a buzzing noise.
"What was that?!"
~*~*~*~
"Morning," Sam's voice was low and husky as he stepped into the shower behind Faith.
"Morning," she returned.
She turned around, and Dean ran a hand across her stomach.
"Sam's gone," he said.
"I should go find - "
She was cut off by Dean's lips covering her own.
"We can do that later," he said forcefully. "But for now..."
Dean lifted her up easily and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the pair of them letting out moans as he slammed her back against the wall.
The water beat down on them and unnoticed by the pair, the frosted glass started to crack.
~*~*~*~
Faith and Sam sat together on the swing sets.
"He said some things to me about being the Slayer," she said, shrugging. "How it was fruitless. No fruit for Faith."
"He's wrong," Sam insisted.
"Is he? Ok, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back and getting stronger." Faith looked at her feet. "Like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck."
"Dike," Sam corrected.
"What?" Faith looked over at him.
Sam chuckled. "Dike. It's another word for dam."
"Oh... ok, so that story makes more sense now," she replied.
~*~*~*~
"Session interrupted?" Dean tapped angrily on the keys of Sam's laptop.
Faith watched on with an amused grin, while Sam was holed up in the bathroom.
"Who said you could interrupt, you stupid useless fad! Yeah, I said fad, and I'll say it again!" he exclaimed.
"At that point, I will become frightened," Faith said.
A loud crash came from the bathroom and they both jumped.
"Sam?" Dean called.
~*~*~*~
"Sam?" Faith called out.
Dean
One of Dean's eyes opened as per usual for Faith's nightmares, but he opened the other one when he suddenly realised he was the only other person in the room.
He grunted and sat up in bed.
"You ok?" he asked, eyes barely open.
Faith
Faith rubbed her eyes, chest heaving with each breath.
"Yeah. I think so. Just... just another dream."
Dean
"Oh. Good. That's great," Dean nodded.
He lay down on his back again.
"Anything you need to discuss?"
Faith
Faith glanced at him, eyes falling on his bare chest and she quickly looked away again.
"Um... they just... all seem to be about Sam."
Dean
"So it's a Sam discussion thing. I get it," Dean covered his eyes with his forearm.
Faith
"I guess."
Faith looked towards the window.
"You were there though."
Dean
"I hope I was naked," Dean murmured, almost half asleep again already.
Faith
Faith choked, coughing loudly.
"So, I'll let you go back to sleep."
Dean
"Mhmm..." Dean moaned in response, not even wondering where Sam had gone to.
Faith
Faith closed her eyes, counting to ten and trying to ignore the noise Dean had just made.
"... eight... nine... ten."
She hesitated.
"What do sex dreams mean?"
Dean
"That Dean needs some," Dean murmured.
Faith
"What about when it starts off being about Sam and turns into you?"
Faith immediately regretted blurting that out.
Dean
"Dean needs some," he repeated, assuredly.
He hesitated, then moved his arm.
"You had a sex dream of Sam turning into me?" he wanted to confirm.
Faith
"Um..."
Faith bit her lip.
"Guilty."
Dean
Dean hesitated.
"I don't suppose you want a re-enactment of the 'me' part?"
Faith
Faith smiled lightly.
"Well, it was pretty awesome, but no. Still doing the loyal to Sam
thing."
She paused.
"I can tell you what happened though."
Dean
"Oh yes please," Dean smiled, laying down again as if he were ready
for a bedtime story.
Faith
"Ok... but we're not telling Sam."
Faith lay back down.
"Well, first off, before the sex part..." she snickered. "You were
dressed as a little German boy."
Dean
"Skip to the violent sex part," Dean rolled his eyes.
Faith
"You surprised me in the shower... actually, Sam did, but when I
turned around it was you."
Faith smiled faintly.
"And well, I remembered us together pretty well. We broke the
shower glass."
Dean
"Awesome," Dean smirked.
"What else?"
Faith grinned.
"And there was the one the other night too. It's getting a little
weird. And hard to look you in the eye."
Dean
"I really need to get laid. Where are we again?" Dean frowned,
grabbing his phone from the bedside table and looking through his
contacts.
"I've gotta have a few numbers around here..."
Faith
Faith smiled and rested back against her pillow.
"Either that or go to a bar and pick up. You're a good looking
kid. You'll get something."
Dean
"Yeah I know. But I prefer to go with the tried and- oooh,
Krissie. Long time no see."
He pressed dial and waited as it called through.
"Hey, Krissie? Chad Turner. Hey! Yeah, so what are you doing
tonight? ... Awesome. I'll meet you at Hayward in an hour. Good to
talk to you too, see ya."
He hung up with a smirk, turned on the bedside lamp, and threw off
the covers.
"Guess my night's planned out for me."
Faith
Faith snorted.
"Have fun."
She reached for her phone.
"Well, I'm not staying here alone. Party time."
Dean
"Oh I will. You have fun too," Dean pointed at her as he pulled
his jacket on and headed out the door.
He stopped and turned back.
"If you find Sammy, tell him not to wait up," he grinned.
Faith
"Will do."
Faith watched him leave, then flipped her phone open.
"Hey Kim? Yeah, come get me. Let's go slaying."
Faith