Faith glanced across at her phone, checking the time.
11pm. Not too late. Not too unreasonable.
"Um... Sam?"
Sam
"Mmm?" was all Sam could muster for a response, not even opening his eyes.
Faith
Faith bit her lip nervously.
"Um... I'm hungry."
Sam
"Uh huh," Sam barely breathed, still not moving.
Faith
"And..."
Faith poked him.
"You need to get me food."
Sam
"Mmm..." Sam finally pushed himself up so that his arms were holding him up.
He blinked a few times and turned his head towards her.
"What do you need?" he asked.
Faith
Faith smiled innocently.
"Um... two burritos, four tacos, two lots of chilli fries, and two burgers."
Sam
Sam just stared at her, not comprehending.
"Write it down, I'll get dressed," he sniffed, before sliding out from under the sheets and grabbing his boots.
Faith
Faith glanced towards Dean's bed, before grabbing a pen and some paper, jotting down the food order.
Two burritos with everything, four tacos with everything, two lots of chilli fries, two burgers, two slices of pie. Love you.
"I feel bad," she said, although she didn't look like she was feeling that bad. "I could go...?"
Sam
"No, no," Sam insisted, one eye still half closed.
"All good. I'll be back soon."
He took the list, leant in and kissed her forehead, then headed for the door.
Faith
Faith waited until Sam had left, then sat up a little further.
"Hey," she called to Dean. "Got you some pie."
Dean
"You're awesome," Dean held his hand up in the rock sign over his shoulder.
Faith
Faith grinned.
"Yeah, I ordered double of everything, so I'll just pretend I can't eat the rest."
She paused.
"Is it bad that I'm taking advantage of him?"
Dean
"Pfft!" Dean almost snorted.
"I do it all the time, he's used to it."
He sighed and sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Man I am hungry..."
Faith
"Mexican, burgers and pie," Faith said.
She grinned faintly.
"We should come up with a signal for late night food runs..."
Dean
Dean considered for a moment.
"A cough or something?" he raised an eyebrow, brushing his hand over his hair to try and flatten it.
Faith
"Yeah, or a sigh? Something he won't think anything of."
Faith looked thoughtful.
"I shouldn't be exploiting him like this."
Dean
"If it makes you feel better it's really only me exploiting him, because he'd do it for you anyway. And what else are little brothers for?" Dean reasoned.
Faith
"That's true," Faith hedged.
"And I am hungry."
Dean
"See? Brain works," Dean knocked on his head.
He looked at his watch while he had his hand up.
"Man, it's only 11:30. I should be at a strip club or something. Damn his early starts..."
Faith
"Also, I think he's trying to encourage earlier nights for me," Faith said, shrugging.
"He's worried about my health. Although, I was told that sex would actually make me feel better, yet, he hasn't taken that suggestion onboard."
Dean
"He's probably worried," Dean's eyes were almost fully open.
"That's all he does. Worry. That's why he's got more frown lines."
Faith
"Yeah, but he's still so pretty."
Faith leaned back against the bedhead, rubbing her eyes.
Dean
"Of course he is," Dean rubbed his eyes as well.
He got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.
Faith
Faith yawned, eyes closing sleepily as she sat against the bedhead, waiting for Sam to return with food.
She rested her hands over her stomach, fingers entwined together.
Dean & Sam
Fifteen minutes after Dean had returned to his bed (and turned the tv on), Sam finally made an appearance.
"Sorry I took so long," he apologised as he closed the door behind him, "you wouldn't believe how many people want this stuff at this time of night out here."
"Oh I would," Dean smirked.
Sam made his way to his and Faith's bed and dumped the bag of food beside her, before starting to get undressed again.
Faith
"Thanks Sammich," Faith said, opening the bag.
"Mmm, pie."
Sam & Dean
"You're welcome," Sam sighed, collapsing onto the bed again.
"Pie?" Dean tried to sound innocent.
"It's for the lady. Don't beg, it's rude."
"Whatever you're gonna be asleep in five seconds," Dean mumbled under his breath.
As if to prove his point, Sam was breathing heavily again almost instantly.
Faith
Faith watched Sam for a minute, while she divided the food into two bags. Once she was certain Sam was asleep, she got up and handed one of the bags to Dean.
"I almost feel bad," she said, smiling faintly, as she returned to her own bed.
Dean
"We've been through this, get over it," Dean rolled his eyes, digging in and pulling out his burger.
"Great menu by the way. Kudos."
Faith
"Thought you might enjoy it."
Faith pulled out a burrito and unwrapped it from the packaging.
"So, how often do you think I can get away with this?"
Dean
"Every night for sure," Dean said with a mouthful.
He swallowed.
"Just make sure he's dead to the world when you wake him up. He'll believe anything. Add that to 'do anything for you' and you're a winner."
Faith
"He doesn't respond as well to just showing him a fair bit of cleavage," Faith said, thinking for a second.
"That would work on you, but he actually doesn't look all that often."
Dean
Dean looked confused.
"What part of what I said translated to 'show him your tits' in your head?" he frowned.
"I said 'wake him up'. That's all you have to do."
Faith
"I know," Faith said, patiently. "But it would be easier if I could just flash him to do it, rather that wake him up."
She peered into the bag.
"Less guilt for me."
Dean
"So don't care," Dean shrugged, "easy."
Faith
"Yeah, I'll try to work on that."
Faith leaned back against the pillows, eating.