Faith glanced at her watch, yawning slightly as she sat up from resting against Sam's shoulder.
"So, she said, leaning over to peck Sam's cheek. "How long until LA?"
Sam & Dean
"Maybe twenty hours," Sam shrugged, "dependng on how much longer Dean drives."
"I'm good for another five or so," Dean shrugged.
"Then yeah, about twenty."
Faith
"So," Faith grinned up at Sam.
"How are we going to pass the time?"
Sam
"Why do I always have to come up with these things?" Sam groaned, leaning his head back.
Faith
"You're the brains usually," Faith shrugged.
She smiled faintly.
"Or... we could play... desert island and who would you do?"
Dean
"What's that?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
Faith
"Well, desert island is stuff like... what five movies would you take to a desert island, five books, and so on. And who would you do... well... self explanatory."
Faith grinned.
"Dean. Me or Cordy. Who would you do? That sort of thing."
Dean & Sam
"Cordy, hands down," Dean nodded.
"I don't think we've started yet," Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Irrelevant."
Faith
Faith grinned.
"Yeah. So that's the game. Sam, you go."
Sam & Dean
"With what?" Sam asked.
Dean let out a groan.
"No, I mean which one?" Sam corrected.
"I know what you meant."
Faith
"Either or," Faith shrugged.
"We can switch between games."
Sam
"So what's the guidelines for the desert island one? Do you tell them how many things they're allowe or somethin'?"
Faith
"Ok, Sam... five books you'd take with you on a desert island."
Faith nodded.
Sam & Dean
"Oh I get it," Sam nodded.
"I think she wants you to actually answer," Dean mused.
"Oh, right. Ah... that's a tough one actually. The original Key Of Solomon..."
"You're kidding," Dean cut in.
"...maybe something by Henri Gamache, the Bible..."
"Please put me out of my misery and say Busty Asian Beauties or something."
"Hey, she asked me," Sam scorned.
Faith
"Two more," Faith nodded.
She poked him in the side.
Sam & Dean
"I don't know," Sam shrugged.
"The book Bobby gave me. And..."
Dean gave him a sideways look.
"Ok fine. Some porn."
Faith
Faith grinned, and reached up for a kiss.
"Ok, your turn. You can ask who would you do, or desert island questions."
Sam
"Hmm..." Sam thought a moment.
"Desert island. Five foods to live on."
Faith
"Sushi..." Faith paused.
"Well, that there, I could live on, but for the games sake... pie, popcorn, chicken, poptarts."
She grinned.
"Dean, who would you do? First girl you had sex with or the last?"
Dean
"Last. No contest," Dean nodded.
"You. Sean Connery or Brad Pitt?"
Faith
"Oh Brad Pitt, all the way. I'm a sucker for pretty boys."
Faith grinned up at Sam.
"Sam, desert island - five movies."
Sam
Sam took a deep breath.
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre - the original, Terminator 2, Commando, uh..."
"You suck at this game."
"Shut up, we don't watch enough movies," Sam hit him on the shoulder.
"Umm... maybe The Shining and some kind of nature documentary telling me what's good to eat on the island."
Faith
Faith grinned.
"Hope I end up on a desert island with you. You're all prepared."
Sam
"Well that depends what gets us there, doesn't it?" Sam mused.
"Three unvanquishable monsters."
Faith
"In general?" Faith asked.
"Ummm... well... unvanquishable in the sense, I wouldn't... Angel, Spike and... Lorne."
Sam
"No no, three monsters that you just can't kill. As in you woudn't want them there, but if you had to choose..." Sam corrected.
Faith
"Uh... The First..."
Faith shrugged.
"I've never really come across much that I couldn't kill."
Sam
"You can't kill them when they're on the island," Sam clarified.
"Jesus," Dean rolled his eyes.
Faith
"Jesus," Faith echoed.
"Uh... vampires. Leprechauns. Chaos demons."
Sam & Dean
"That wasn't so hard!" Sam threw his hands up.
"You suck," Dean insisted.
"Well how would you have said it?" Sam demanded.
"I wouldn't have asked it if I couldn't get it out of my mouth."
Faith
Faith grinned at Dean.
"Dean... desert island. Five girls to sleep with."
Dean & Sam
"Lisa, Carly, Amy, Leslie and you," Dean counted off.
"What if you couldn't have Faith?" Sam demanded.
"Cordy," Dean nodded.
Faith
Faith laughed.
"Who says he can't have me? Desert island, after all," she teased.
Sam & Dean
"So I spoke out of turn," Sam shrugged.
"Faith. WHo would you do, Madonna or Britney?"
Faith
"Britney. I love a good train wreck."
Faith grinned evilly.
"Dean. Who would you do, Spike or Sam?"
Dean & Sam
"Oh that's not fair," Dean shook his head as Sam baulked.
"Spike."
"What?" Sam frowned.
"Well I ain't doing you," Dean scorned.
"Faith. Tru or Spike."
Faith
"Spike," Faith shrugged. "We almost did once anyway."
She glanced at Sam.
"Sam, five things you couldn't do without."
Sam & Dean
Sam counted off on his fingers.
"You, Dean, food, water, air," he smirked.
"Oh I feel the love, really," Dean scorned.
Faith
Faith grinned.
"Awww," she teased.
Sam
"So I'm good? That counts?" Sam grinned.
Faith
"That counts," Faith smiled.
"Your turn."
Sam & Dean
"You. Same question," Sam grinned.
"Oooh," Dean crooned.
Faith
Faith smirked.
"Food, water, air, Tru and Dean."
She paused, letting that hang in the air for a second.
"Nah, you, Sam."
Dean & Sam
"Oh that's cruel," Dean patted his chest.
"That hurts, Faith. Really."
"Get over it," Sam smirked, "your turn."
Faith
Faith grinned and rubbed Dean's head. "Awww."
She thought for a moment.
"Ok... Dean... five favourite foods to eat off someone."
Dean
"Hmm..." Dean licked his lips thoughtfully.
"Chocolate, obviously, sugar, icing sugar, honey and... do shots count?"
Faith
"Mmm, yeah."
Faith nodded.
"Shots count."
Dean
"Awesome," Dean nodded.
"Who would you do, Marilyn Manson or Ozzy Osbourne?"
Faith
"Marilyn Manson," Faith shrugged.
"Sam, five people aside from me, you'd sleep with."
Sam & Dean
"I don't have that many," Sam shrugged honestly.
"Oh come on," Dean scoffed.
"No, really. Like, maybe Sarah. And Karen. But that's about it."
Faith
"Good answer," Faith grinned, leaning over to kiss him.
Sam & Dean
Sam kissed her back, licking his lips when they were done and sniggering.
"Next!" Dean announced.
Faith
"Sam, your turn."
Faith nodded at him.