Faith tossed her jacket over the back of the chair, rubbing her hands together to warm them up.
"Alright," she said, glancing at Sam. "Let's make with the stabbing."
Sam & Dean
Sam looked at her, then turned away defeatedly.
Dean pulled out Ruby's knife and stepped forward.
"I don't suppose you wanna do it?" he looked over his shoulder at Sam.
Sam just shook his head.
Faith
"Wait, a sec..."
Faith moved around so she was in front of Sam. She reached up and kissed him gently.
"I'll be ok," she said softly. "Promise."
Sam
Sam bit his bottom lip, barely holding himself together.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were closer to the hospital," he reasoned.
Faith
"The last time I was stabbed, the driver of the truck didn't find me for about an hour," Faith said, reaching up and touching his cheek.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hitching herself up against him slightly.
"Just hold onto me," she whispered. "It'll keep me here. I promise."
Sam & Dean
Sam closed his eyes and leant his forehead against hers.
He waited a long moment before nodding.
"Ok," he breathed, opening his eyes again.
Dean readied the knife, taking his own deep breaths to prepare himself.
Faith
Faith kissed Sam again, slowly, almost as if she were sure it was the last time.
"Alright," she said, her voice slightly hoarse.
She turned to Dean and nodded.
Sam & Dean
Sam carefully slid his hands around her waist, holding her in front of him, before dropping his forehead to rest on her shoulder.
Dean blinked a few times as his grip tightened on the knife, before lining it up and thrusting forward.
A second later, he'd landed flat on the bed, the blade between his legs.
"...Holy CRAP!"
Sam's head darted up.
Faith
Faith opened one eye first, then the other.
"Well... that was less painful than I'd imagined."
Sam & Dean
Sam's hand flew around to Faith's front, feeling where the stab wound should have been.
"What happened?!" he demanded as Dean pulled the knife from the bed and sat up.
"The kid's got a friggin forcefield or something. I told you it was too late!"
Faith
Faith slid her hand over Sam's, and she stood, staring across the room at the kitchenette, thinking.
"So, what do we do now?" she asked, still staring at the kettle, absently.
Sam
"We do what I wanted to in the first place," Sam said determinedly, stepping forward as if to show up Dean.
"We call Bobby and ask for help."
Faith
Faith turned to Sam.
"Well," she said, hesitating. "What if the only way is to... you know... actually kill me?"
Dean
"If the knife couldn't get within a foot from you, what makes you think we can kill you?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
Faith
"One way to find out, yeah?"
Faith stood, turning to face the boys.
Dean & Sam
Dean stared at her.
"No, NO!" Sam's voice rose, looking between them.
"We are not gonna do something stupid here. Let's just calm down and think reasonably-"
Gunshot. Followed by a crash and Dean ducking.
Sam looked incredulously at the Colt pistol in his brother's hand.
"What did I just say?!"
"What are you bitching about, it didn't work," Dean scorned, looking at the broken glass on the floor from the bedside lamp.
Faith
"Whoa!" Faith jumped in surprise. "Wow. Just dodged a bullet. No pun intended."
She took a step towards Sam.
Sam & Dean
Sam pointedly stood between the two, acting as a shield.
"What do you have against calling Bobby?" Sam demanded.
"Nothing, I just want this thing out of the way as soon as possible. And it ain't happening by force. So next time Castiel shows up..."
"Dean, no," Sam scowled.
"What, you think he doesn't know?"
Faith
"What? Whoa whoa whoa, that's so not what I... I think we need to chill. Take a siesta or something."
Faith held her hands up in front of her, eyes widening as she noticed a certain levitating object.
Dean & Sam
"It wouldn't hurt to ask an angel for advice you know," Dean reasoned, "she's a slayer, I'm sure they need her around."
"She's not the only slayer anymore. What if they just smite her?" Sam pointed out.
"Well then it's what God wants, isn't it?" Dean scorned.
"Dean..." Sam's eyes widened, spotting Ruby's knife suspending in mid air.
Dean turned to see it pointed toward him, and backed up against the bedside table.
"What the hell-?"
Faith
"Um... is that you, Sam?"
Faith was watching it intently, then jumped as it moved forward.
Dean & Sam
"What?!" Dean frowned, distracted for a moment.
"It's not me," Sam looked between them, hoping Dean wouldn't think any more of it afterward.
Dean cleanched his jaw, inching to the side a little, before lunging to grab the knife.
Faith
The knife clattered to the floor before Dean reached it, and Faith let out a pained gasp, sliding her hand over her stomach.
"Ah, God."
Dean & Sam
"What the f*** was that?!" Dean exclaimed, finally standing upright.
Sam ducked forward and grabbed the knife.
Faith
"I don't know."
Faith breathed deeply through her nose.
Sam & Dean
"This stays with me, or I'm giving it back to Ruby," Sam said insistantly, slipping it into his belt.
"Sam-"
"No. It's too dangerous."
Faith
"Alright, so... what now?"
Faith sat down on the bed, rubbing her stomach absently.
Sam & Dean
"Now we call Bobby," Sam put his foot down as Dean gulped a little.
"If he can't help us, he'll know someone who can."
Faith
"And if that doesn't work?"
Faith looked between the two.
"Not to be the pessimist here, but... you know. It's a possibility."
Sam
"He'll know someone, he always does," Sam sniffed a little, pulling out his cell phone and heading for the door.
Faith
Faith sat down on the bed, absently sliding her ring up and down her finger.
"Hope so."
Dean
"Bobby's good," Dean nodded as Sam closed the door behind him.
"And he does have a zillion contacts. But... he's only human. And he came up empty on Lilith."
He shrugged.
"Guess we'll soon find out."