Faith slipped out of bed, yawning. She was careful not to disrupt the boys as she went past into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her.
She stood in front of the mirror, letting out another yawn as she pulled her shirt over her head, then reached beside her to turn the taps on in the shower.
Sam & Dean
Sam was the first awake, and he sat up rubbing his eyes. Looking at his watch he cursed under his breath, then threw the covers off and got up.
"Dean," he kicked the end of his bed, barely making his brother stir.
"Dean!"
"What?" Dean grumbled.
"Come on, we have to be there in an hour."
Faith
Faith showered and dried off, wandering back into the room with a towel wrapped around her body. She glanced at Sam.
"Wes sent us a present to help us out."
She opened the door, and lifted the packages from the step, then turned and tossed one to Sam, and one on Dean's bed, holding the last one.
Dean & Sam
"Oh God, natural light..." Dean groaned, shielding his eyes from the sunlight.
Sam opened his package and smirked.
"It's a suit," he shook his head, "but how would he even know my size?"
"It's probably short legged," Dean smirked, opening his.
"Ooh, nice tie..."
Sam shook out the pants, and winced a little.
"Yeah... but it's a nice jacket. Hopefully my suit pants match the color right."
Faith
"Angel has like a whole team of Italian tailors on staff," Faith said, shrugging. "He's... fruity like that."
She opened her package and shook out her dress, grinning in approval.
"Ah, thanks Cordy. Thank God, Wes got the fashionable one to pick my dress out."
Dean & Sam
"Awesome," Dean nodded with a grin, getting up and heading for the shower.
"I'm gonna grab my suit from the car," Sam announced, prompting Dean to throw him the keys.
He left the room, returning minutes later with his pants. Dean was already in the shower.
"Great, they match. I really do like the jacket," Sam nodded.
"Thank him when you talk next."
Faith
Faith looked over at him and smiled teasingly.
"Hmm, should I be worried that you and Wes seem to be falling in love?"
She dropped her towel and reached for underwear.
Sam
"How do you figue that?" Sam smirked.
"He's just... useful. And knows his stuff. It's pretty much the reason we keep contact with anybody."
Faith
"Mmm, but I still think you guys..." Faith glanced at the ground, seeing a note come fluttering out of the dress.
"Are falling in love," she continued, picking it up. She read it and smiled, shaking her head slightly.
She eyed the dress for a moment, a short cream strapless cocktail design, silver crystals artistically forming a pattern all over it.
"I'm a little unnerved that Cordy knows all of my measurements, but whatever."
Faith unzipped the dress and stepped into it, careful not to snag the delicate fabric as she fastened it back up. She glanced down at her chest.
"Oh hello girls."
Dean & Sam
Dean stepped out of the bathroom, pulling on his white button up shirt, and Sam grabbed his clothes to trade places.
"She also knows what suits you," he said as he walked past, a small sparkle in his eyes.
Faith
Faith shook her head, smiling lightly, before following him into the bathroom with her make up bag.
"Sam, I think you have a crush on me," she joked, wiping the mirror down with a towel.
Sam
"And I think if you put your makeup on in here while I'm showering, it's going to run off with steam," Sam pointed out, leaving his folded clean clothes on the toilet lid as he turned the shower on and got undressed.
Faith shook her head.
"I'm going to do that when you're finished. Need to actually do my hair today. Also... like seeing you naked, so, you know."
Sam & Dean
"Whatever," Sam mused, finally stripped off and entering the shower.
A moment later, Dean poked his head in.
"Hey Sam, keys?!"
"On the laptop bag!" Sam called out, face obviously under the water.
"Cool. Yeow, mama! Cool dress," Dean winked at Faith.
Faith
"Thanks, papi," Faith returned, looking up from doing her hair. "Are you going to be having some incredibly meaningful conversations with my breasts again, this evening?"
She ran her fingers through her hair, letting the curls fall naturally, but twisting them a little more so they formed longer ringlets.
Dean & Sam
"Hey, it's not my fault if they can't keep their eyes off me," Dean smirked.
"Dean, get out already!"
"Whatever," Dean waved his hand and left the bathroom, straightening his cuffs.
Faith
Faith glanced at her reflection one last time before leaving the bathroom, letting Sam finish up in privacy.
"So," she began, spotting the shoes Cordy had sent sitting by her bed. "My breasts are the ones initiating contact, are they?"
Dean
"Well duh," Dean rolled his eyes playfully as he put his shoes on.
"They're just there, begging to be talked to. And who am I to deny them?"
He finished with his shoes, and began combing some gel through his hair.
Faith
Faith shook her head, smiling a little as she reached for the necklace on the bed. A small silver cross that sat in the hollow of her neck, connected by a delicate chain.
"I see. Should I start hiding them away a little more?"
She glanced in the direction of the bathroom, hearing the water stop.
Dean
"Oh no. I say let them live their lives," Dean said half seriously.
When he finished with his hair he started with his bow tie.
Faith
"Free and unstrained?" Faith suggested, heading into the bathroom to put her make up on.
"I think Dean is encouraging me to become a nudist," she told Sam.
Sam
"I think in Dean's perfect world, everyone our age is both hot and a nudist," Sam smirked, "don't mind him."
He finished shaving and wiped himself off, before starting to get dressed.
Faith
"I do like the breeze on my naked body," Faith quipped, leaning closer to the mirror to apply her makeup.
She carefully started to outline her eyes, carefully smudging it to leave the affect smokey.
Sam
Sam gave her an awkward glance.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said, having gotten his pants on and pulling on his shirt.
Faith
"I'm not proposing outdoor sex, it's ok."
Faith blinked a little, tilting her head for a moment. She finished her makeup and zipped up the bag.
Sam & Dean
"I wasn't thinking that," Sam shook his head.
He left the bathroom to find the door open, and went to put on his shoes and bow tie. Dean soon returned, spinning the car keys on his fingers and chewing something absently.
"Breakfast?" Sam asked.
Dean just nodded before swallowing and continuing to chew.
Faith
Faith came out of the bathroom and headed for her shoes, sitting down on the bed to slip them on.
"Ok... I'm not sure how Cordy thinks I'm going to walk in these. 5 inches. But, on the positive, I won't have to reach up so high for kissing."
Dean & Sam
Dean walked past and hit Sam over the head.
"You don't bend for the lady?" he frowned.
"Of course I do," Sam scorned, hitting him back before grabbing his comb.
Faith
Faith grinned.
"Even when he bends and I reach up, there's still a significant height difference."
She watched Sam.
"I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but he's crazy tall."
Dean & Sam
"Oh yeah, I've noticed," Dean scorned, "he mutated at age 14 and hasn't stopped since."
"Thanks," Sam said sarcastically, tying his bowtie before reaching for his jacket.
Faith
Faith picked the wrap and purse up from the bed and then paused, looking at Sam up and down with a slight smile.
"Ok. We ready?"
Sam & Dean
"Ready," Sam nodded with a smile.
Dean turned dramatically.
"Then let's go."
He sauntered past them, impala keys in hand.
Faith
Faith walked beside Sam up to the museum, looking up, almost impressed by the enormity of the building. She glanced at him.
"You have our invitations?"
Sam & Dean
Sam pulled the invitations from his jacket, handing one to Dean.
"Jonathan? Are you kidding me?" Dean frowned.
"Afraid not."
"And who are you?"
"Lachlan."
Faith
"I'm almost afraid to ask... who am I?" Faith looked over at Sam.
She paused.
"Wait, if it's horrible, I'll punish you."
Sam & Dean
Sam chuckled.
"Don't worry, Abigail," he gave her a smile.
"Last names?" Dean's voice lowered as they neared the crowd.
"Monroe."
"What?!"
"Good day Sir," the doorman greeted before they could go on, "your invitations, please."
Faith
Faith smiled, reaching into her purse and handing the doorman their invitations.
He looked them over and nodded, gesturing for the three to step inside.
Sam & Dean
"Right. So we're looking for a Mrs. Gertrude Devereux," Sam said once they were inside.
"The owner?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. And the woman holding the party-"
Sam was cut off as someone touched his arm.
"I don't believe we've met," and elderly woman smiled up a him.
"Oh, hi," Sam smiled, holding out his hand, "Lachlan Monroe, I'm-"
"Gertrude Devereux," she shook his hand, cutting him off, "and you're very welcome here, Lachlan."
"Why thankyou Mrs. Devereux," Sam smiled awkwardly.
"Oh please, Ms. Devereux..."
Dean's eyebrows rose.
"Sure, sorry," Sam apologised.
Faith
Faith bit the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from laughing. She looked at Dean, then quickly had to look away, knowing that if she caught his eye, she really wouldn't be able to hold the laughter back.
Instead, she smiled politely at the older woman.
Sam & Dean
"So, Lachlan..." Ms. Devereux linked her arm with Sam's, pulling him away, "have you been in the city long?"
"I guess that means we're partnered for the night," Dean grinned at Faith charmingly.
Faith
Faith slipped her hand into Dean's, and smiled cheekily at him.
"Come on, honey. Let's go get a drink."
Sam & Dean
"No, not long... Ms. Devereux."
"Call me Gert."
"Sure thing sweetheart," Dean smiled down at her again, "and I guess we'll have to get the job down without 'Lachie' too."
By now, Gert had dragged Sam to the bar and ordered them both a glass of champagne.
Faith
"Yeah, he's a Cougar-hound."
Faith let Dean lead the way.
"So, you have a plan?"
Dean
"I'm working on it," Dean ordered the drinks and looked around, eyeing off the security guards.
"Private security posted at every door so far."
Faith
Faith glanced around the room casually, and snickered to herself, catching sight of Sam and Gertrude.
"Where did he say it would be?"
Dean
"Upstairs," Dean sipped his drink, following her eyeline to see Gertrude trying to convince Sam to dance with her.
He casually started walking towards the open area near the staircase.
Faith
Faith slipped her arm through Dean's as they walked.
The guard watched them carefully.
Dean
"The champagne is rather fruity, my dear," Dean said to her as they passed an older couple.
"Any ideas for getting upstairs? Oh and the hors d'oeuvre's are splendid."
Faith
"Catch me," Faith whispered, before letting out a sigh and pretending to faint.
She hoped Dean's reflexes were as good as she thought.
Dean
Dean caught her just before she hit the ground. Mind racing, he looked up for... anyone.
"Waiter!"
The man walked over.
"Is everything... alright, sir?"
"My wife has a severe shellfish allergy, there's no crab in that is there?" he asked, poining to the finger food the man was passing out.
"No...?"
"Oh good," Dean grabbed one and stuffed it in his mouth, "these are great by the way."
"Sir?" the guard that had been watching them made his way over.
"Champagne," Dean said by way of explanation, "my wife's a lightweight when it comes to the sauce. Is there somewhere I can lay her down until she gets her sealegs back?"
"Certainly sir. Follow me."
Dean hefted Faith into his arms, following the man upstairs. They came to a formal living room-type setting, where Dean dropped her onto the couch.
"If you think she's a pain now, try living with her," Dean joked with the guard as he left the room.
Dean locked the door behind him, stopping to catch his breath.
Faith
Faith opened her eyes and sat up, adjusting her dress.
"Well, there we go."
Dean & Sam
"Wait here," Dean nodded to her, before checking that the coast was clear and leaving the room.
~*~
Meanwhile, Sam was downstairs... dancing.
"Your friends are missing a great party," the elder woman almost hummed, leaning into Sam's chest.
"I'm sure they're having some fun of their own," Sam nodded, feeling extremely awkward still.
"Ooh. Naughty!"
Faith
"Hey? Are you ok in there?" the guard called through the door, jiggling the handle.
Faith thought for a second, then messed her hair up and smudged her lipstick. She opened the door a crack, peering around it with a cheeky smile.
"Yes?" she said breathlessly.
"You're feeling better?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh yes, much," Faith replied.
"Then are you done with the room?"
"Oh... well..." Faith giggled. "Maybe a few more minutes?"
"Oh, um..." he looked extremely awkward, before nodding. "Make it quick."
Faith closed the door and giggled loudly. "Stop that, it tickles!"
The security guard smiled faintly, shaking his head as he headed back to his post.
Dean & Sam
Dean rounded a corner and bumped straight into him.
"Oh, sorry. Bathroom. I trust my wife was looked after," he smiled.
The guard nodded.
"Oh, she's being looked after all right..."
He walked away with a satisfied smirk on his face, and Dean just looked confused. He made it back to the room and rolled his eyes once he was in.
"Any problems?" he asked, wondering what the story with the guard was.
Faith
Faith snapped the compact closed after fixing her make up.
"Nope. Get the book?"
Dean & Sam
"Yep," Dean held it up before looking it over.
~*~
"Look, Gert, I don't want to give you the wrong idea or anything-"
Sam was cut off as the woman's hands got a little lower.
"You emind me of my late husband."
"Yeah?" Sam gulped.
"He was shy too. Until we got below deck," she grabbed his ass.
"Woah!" Sam stepped back.
Faith
"Cool," Faith said.
She grinned slightly.
"So... shall we go see how Sam's doing with the Cougar?"
Dean & Sam
"Sure," Dean grinned, slipping the book into his jacket and holding his hand out to her.
He led her back down the stairs, instantly spying Sam over by the bar ordering more drinks.
"I think little brother's trying to get drunk," he mused, smiling at one of the guards as he passed.
Sam took a glass of champagne and skulled it.
Faith
Faith held back a laugh as they approached Sam, her hand still interlocked with Dean's.
"Having a good time?" she asked.
Sam & Dean
"Very," Sam nodded with some spice, accepting another glass.
Gert giggled, sipping her own drink as she sidled over to Faith.
"He wants me," she whispered.
Faith
Faith grinned and raised an eyebrow, looking at Sam.
"Oh, really?"
Deciding to be nice to Sam for once, she turned to Gert.
"Ms Deveraux, there were some interesting paintings in the other room that I would love to discuss with you," she said, leading the older woman away.
Sam & Dean
Sam skulled what must have been his fifth drink, watching as they left.
"Thank God," he breathed.
"You wanted her bad," Dean chuckled.
"Whatever. Let's get out of here before she gets back-"
"Woah woah wait," Dean insisted, "you do realise if we take off suddenly it's gonna arouse suspicion, right?"
"Dean, I really don't care right now."
"Well I do," Dean said pointedly.
Faith
"This one here..."
Faith was pointing at a picture, and Gert was describing it in detail, but also glancing at Sam every so often.
Dean & Sam
"I've got an idea."
"I'm all ears," Sam stared directly at him.
Dean handed him the impala keys discreetly.
"You take off, we'll follow in a few. It won't be so obvious then, and you can get out of here."
Sam looked at his brother incredulously, "are you serious."
"Yes, go."
"You know what Dean?"
"Hmm?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
"That's probably the nicest thing you've done for me in years."
Dean made to snatch the keys back but Sam backed off with a satisfied grin.
"See you soon, Jonathan."
Dean in turn waited until he was out of sight, then gave Faith a nod.
Faith
Faith nodded back and kept talking with Gert for a moment before excusing herself.
"It was a lovely party, thank you."
Dean
"Oh you're welcome dear. Now I need to find my comrade again," Gertrude made her way into the crowd, keeping an eye out for Sam.
"Nice old broad, huh?" Dean winked at Faith as she got closer.
Faith
Faith grinned.
"Yeah. Lachie doing a runner?"
Dean
"Yeah, I told him we'd follow later. So... Wanna dance?" Dean grinned.
Faith
"Ok, but," Faith leaned close to Dean's ear, breath not on his neck.
"Make a move, I'll rip out your jugular."
Dean
"Oooh," Dean grinned.
"Feisty. Bring it!"
He led her to the dancefloor, took her hand and placed the other in the small of her back.
Faith
Faith put her other hand around his neck, fingers teasingly massaging his neck.
"Sam might get jealous."
Dean
"And?" Dean's eyebrows rose as his hand lowered.
Faith
"He'll hurt you."
Faith grinned and pressed herself back against Dean's hand.
Dean
"Nah, I'm older," Dean said insistantly.
"Which means I'm the boss. And I usually get what I want."
Faith
"And you want...?"
Faith leaned in a bit closer to Dean.
Dean
"Right now?" Dean said, "I want you to dance with me."
And with that, he dipped her.
Faith
Faith tilted her head back slightly.
"We always fit well," she commented offhandedly.
Dean
"We did," Dean agreed, holding her there before pulling her up and continuing the dance.
Hed had to forcefully stop himself from saying we 'do' in present tense.
Faith
Faith smiled slightly.
"Yeah... we did."
She rested her head lightly on Dean's shoulder.