A petite brunette walked down the steps from an apartment block, dressed in a tailored grey blazer, a high waisted matching suit skirt and a low cut white business shirt. Glasses sat delicately on her nose, her long brown hair pulled back into a bun. She held a briefcase in one hand, and she spoke on her cellphone.
"Done and dusted," she said to whoever was on the other line. "I'm on my way."
Sam & Dean
"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't be... trusting them as much," Sam shrugged.
"We shouldn't be trusting angels?" Dean raised an eyebrow, bumping into someone as his attention was focused on Sam.
Echo
Echo's eyes swept over Dean and then Sam.
"Watch it," she said firmly, continuing on her way.
Dean & Sam
"Watch it yourse- Faith?" Dean frowned as he turned.
Sam turned with him, eyebrows raised. He frowned when he saw her.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying at Wolf?" he asked, looking her over.
Echo
Echo looked at both the boys as if they were crazy.
"Ok, I don't know you," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Sam & Dean
"What?" Sam frowned.
Dean grabbed him by the arm and lowered his voice.
"She might be undercover, dumbass."
Echo
"Yeah," Echo said, making a face.
"And she's just leaving, so..."
Dean & Sam
"No problem," Dean saluted, before pulling Sam down the street.
"But-!"
"Keep moving," Dean ordered, "we'll catch up later."
Echo
"No, we won't," Echo muttered.
She turned and continued on her way.