Faith sat alone at the bar, looking up for a moment while the bartender refilled her glass.
"You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders, honey," he said kindly. "Man troubles?"
"Yes," Faith replied. "He was pretty too. Had this hair... amazing hair."
Sam
Sam stumbled into the bar, Dean's words ringing in his head.
"I'm hunting tonight. Go out, get wasted, find a girl and I'll see you tomorrow."
Well, he'd gotten the wasted part down, but that hadn't taken long.
He headed for the bar, not really expecting to get service.
"A beer, please," he requested.
Somehow he'd managed to stay level enough to be given service. He took the beer with thanks, and shakily took it to a small table in a dark corner to drink alone.
Faith
Faith glanced up at the sound of Sam's voice.
Alcohol probably helping her to be a little bit braver (or less stubborn) than she would've been normally, she got up and managed to make her way over to Sam's table.
"You let me leave," she accused, before leaning down and kissing Sam.
"Don't do that again."
Sam
Sam could have sworn he was seeing an angel.
When she let go, he grabbed her again and kissed her tightly.
Faith
When they broke the kiss, Faith kicked Sam in the shins.
"Ok. I feel better."
Sam
"Ow," Sam pouted, leaning over to rub his shin.
Only he leant too far... and slid from his chair.
Faith
Faith grinned and bent down next to him to help him up, only she lost her balance and fell down half on top of him.
"You're drunk," she declared.
Sam
"Maybe, but so are you," Sam poked her lightly in the chest to make his point.
And so that he knew where she was in relation to him.
Faith
"Maybe," Faith returned, leaning over to kiss him again.
"But I'm still pretty."
Sam
"You're nt pretty," Sam slurred, grabbing the chair and using it to pull himself up.
"You're pret- beautiful. Are you alive?"
He frowned as he sat down, before spying his beer and grabbing it with both hands.
Faith
Faith folded her arms, looking at him through narrowed eyes.
"Wait, you know who I am, right, drunko?"
Sam
Sam squinted up at her, still holding his beer glass tight.
"You're..." he paused, licking his lips.
"You're that girl that left me. But you came back. And love and stuff."
He pouted again.
Faith
"Don't pout, pouty."
Faith sat down on Sam's lap.
Sam
Sam had to let go of the glass with his left hand to make room for her, and he frowned sulkily.
"Be careful. Beer," he nodded to it.
Faith
Faith giggled.
"Beer bad."
She nodded.
"You have such pretty hair, Sammich."
Sam
"No!" Sam looked up at her incredulously.
"Beer, good! Beer..."
He stopped as he was distracted by a security guard walking over.
"Excuse me, sir, madam. But think you've had enough, I'll have to ask you both to leave..."
Sam just stared, not registering the request.
Faith
"I think you're going to have to make us," Faith challenged with a raised eyebrow.
"Miss," the security guard said. "You don't want me to do that."
"Oh no," Faith replied. "Feel free."
Sam
"Fay. Off," Sam pointed to the ground.
Faith
Faith stood and kicked Sam in the shins again.
"Fay?"
Sam
"Ow!" Sam cried out, falling off the chair again.
"Come on sir," the guard reached down to pull him up.
Sam grabbed the man's collar, using it to pull himself to his feet.
Faith
Faith snickered and stood back a little, watching Sam find his footing.
"You guys are no fun."
Sam
"I think I'm gonna puke," Sam leant forward.
The guard caught him, and quickly took him outside, where he actually did.
Faith
Faith followed along, wrinkling her nose up, but nonetheless, rubbing Sam's back gently.
"I can take him," she said to the guard.
"Are you sure?" the guard looked at Faith skeptically.
"I'm stronger than I look."
Sam
Sam pulled himself to his hands and knees, struggling to breathe for a moment.
Faith
"Well, if you're sure..."
Faith nodded, then turned her attention to Sam. She rubbed the back of his neck soothingly, like she had done thousands of times before.
"Sit for a second, Sam," she said softly.
Sam
Sam fell backwards into a sitting position obediently, closing his eyes and feeling like he was about to pass out.
Faith
Faith rifled through her bag and pulled out a bottle of water. she unscrewed the cap and gently tilted Sam's head back.
"Drink this."
Sam
Sam gurgled, almost choking, then spat out the last bit.
"Not beer!" he contested.
Faith
Faith grinned, and continued rubbing his neck.
"Not beer," she agreed.