Ty pulled the curtain back an inch as he heard the door to the next motel room close. He watched Faith slip her jacket on as she headed out for her nightly patrol.
Grinning faintly, Ty closed his eyes, focusing on conjuring up an illusion for Sam and Dean to walk back into.
~*~*~*~
Blood splatters stained the walls, a puddle pooling over the bedsheets, dripping down onto the floor.
Faith's lifeless body lay in the centre of the mess, vicious cuts across each of her wrists, hands almost severed from the force of the cuts.
A bloodied knife lay a few centimetres from her fingertips, a crumpled note underneath it.
Sam & Dean
"No way, you were so fooled!" Sam joshed as he unlocked the motel door.
"If I could bring that wraith back to life and drown her again I so would right now," Dean grunted, following his brother in.
The two froze the instant they saw the scene.
After a long drawn out moment, Sam gulped as Dean slowly lowered his bag to the floor and stepped towards the bed.
"Be careful, don't compromise anything," Dean was in solider mode already.
Sam's eyes didn't move from the bed as his brother reached for the note. Unscrunching the paper and flicking his fingers a little when they got blood on them, he quickly read it over.
With a sigh, he looked up at Sam.
"It's her handwriting dude."
Ty
Ty grinned to himself, focusing on the noises from the next room.
He checked his watch, wondering what time Faith would roll in tonight, and how much more torture he could inflict on Sam.
Sam & Dean
"What does it say?" Sam finally brought hmself to ask.
"Nothing you need to know," Dean breathed, dropping it into a pool of blood to make his point.
Sam looked disgruntled, but didn't move from the doorway.
"There's no sulphur anywhere from what I can see," Dean looked around before standing up to see better.
"There wouldn't be if that... thing inside her did it," Sam gulped again.
"That's not logical," Dean shook his head, "why would it kill itself when we've already been trying? Maybe she just couldn't live with what was inside her-"
"No, she's stronger than that," Sam insisted through brimming tears.
Faith and Ty
Faith opened the door to the motel room, looking at the scuff mark on her shoe for a second, before glancing up at Sam.
"Whoa, who died?" she asked, seeing their faces.
She paused.
"Oh, man, who died?"
~*~*~*~
Ty let the illusion fade away.
Sam & Dean
Sam's mouth hung open.
"Faith?" Dean frowned, turning back to the bed and jumping.
"What the-?"
Sam grabbed Faith into a hug, breathing heavily.
Faith
Faith oofed slightly under Sam's sudden weight, and she hugged him back.
"I missed you too?"
She patted his back gently.
"Say, you didn't happen to do a whole bunch of drugs while I was gone, did you?"
She patted him again.
"Uh, oxygen, becoming an issue."
Sam & Dean
"Sorry," Sam let her go a little - but not completely - as Dean walked over to them.
"We walked in here about ten minutes ago to find you covered in blood on the bed. Slit wrists, complete with suicide note," he told her, looking around Sam's arm.
"It appears Cass' statment was a bit more literal than we originally thought. We're dealing with someone who can bend reality - mak us see anything they want us to. And they're nearby somewhere."
Faith
Faith rubbed Sam's back absently as she thought about what Dean had told her.
"I used to live with this girl who had the power to create illusions," she volunteered. "I'm talking surround sound, the hills are alive type visions."
>Dean & Sam
"That'd be it," Dean nodded.
"But we know it's a guy screwing with us," Sam pointed out.
"They could be working together for all we know," Dean shrugged.
Faith
"Alright, well..." Faith tilted her head, thinking.
"I can get in contact with Zac, see if there's a Dathrian power database or something. For criminals. And I can talk to Xavier about mutants he knows about."
Dean
"It's a start," Dean reasoned, looking to Sam.
"You ok bro?"
"Yeah, sure," Sam nodded, rubbing his face as he went over to the bed.
He was about to put his bag down when he hesitated.
"Maybe we should swap rooms," he suggested, turning around again.
Faith
"So, I was just laying here?"
Faith pulled a face.
"Yeah, that kinda wigs me out. Let's get another room."
She reached for Sam's hand.
Dean & Sam
"Whatever," Dean shrugged, grabbing his bag.
As he left the room, Sam concentrated for a moment, sending Faith a nanosecond visual of what he'd seen upon entry to the room. Blinking at the short headache as a result, he walked past her and out the door.
"Don't tell Dean," he said softly.
Faith
Faith stopped short, blinking for a few moments, before grabbing her bag and following the boys out.
Right, now she really needed to be alone.