Faith took the envelopes from the teleported from Wolfram and Hart and nodded slightly, then closed the door, looking down at what she held. She smiled faintly, recognising Tru's handwriting, and she handed the one addressed to Dean to him, then handed Sam's to Sam.
"Mail," she said, sitting down on the bed.
Dean & Sam
"We don't get mail," Dean pulled a face, sharpening his knives on the bed.
Sam stood from the laptop, walking over.
"What is it?" he asked, hands on his hips.
Faith
"A letterbomb," Faith said, running a hand through her hair.
"Or in the alternative, you could open it to find out."
Sam & Dean
Sam frowned, taking the letter addressed to him and opening it.
"Love letter?" Dean teased.
"Shut up."
Faith
Faith lay back on the bed, sliding her hands under her head.
"So...?"
Sam & Dean
"So? You obviously know what it's about," Sam couldn't help grinning as he walked back to his laptop as he read.
That perked Dean's interest.
"What is it?" he asked finally.
Faith
Faith grinned, tapping her fingers on the bed spread.
"I may have had an inkling."
Sam & Dean
"This is awesome. Tell her we'll definitely be there."
"Tell who we'll be where?" Dean demanded, getting up and putting his knives down before making his way over to his brother.
"Tru. And her wedding," Sam showed him the invite.
Dean eyed it off, then shrugged.
"That invite's only for you. But hey, at least I don't have to wear a suit again."
Faith
"Guess again, tiger," Faith said.
She rolled over onto her side, kicking her legs out in front of her.
Dean & Sam
Dean suddenly remembered what he was holding in his hand, then winced as he opened it.
Hs eyes skimmed it as Sam just smirked.
"Well. I still ain't wearing no suit."
Faith
Faith shrugged.
"I don't think Tru expects you too."
She made a face.
"Though... I have to wear a dress. Sometimes I hate this whole... girl thing."
Dean & Sam
"Sucks to be you," Dean muttered.
He put his invite down on the table with Sam's.
"And how come you get 'special guest' treatment?" he demanded.
"Maybe because I'm the mother-of-the-bride partner?" Sam said coyly.
Dean rolled his eyes and went back to his bed.
Faith
Faith grinned faintly, and reached over to poke Sam.
"Partner always makes me think I have a lesbian lover."
Sam
"Ok, boyfriend," Sam emphasised.
"Better?"
Faith
"Nah, coz I hate that word too, but I guess that's what you are."
Faith shrugged.
"I'm not good with labels, I think. I more or less just think of you as my Sam. I never label it."
Dean & Sam
"Awwww," Dean couldn't help himself.
"You're jealous," Sam teased back.
Dean just scoffed as he got back to sharpening his blades.
Faith
"If I could be bothered, I'd smack you," Faith said to Dean.
She ran a hand through her hair absently.
"So, should I tell Tru to expect either of you?"
Dean & Sam
"Only because I'd like it, I know," Dean mused.
"We'll be there," Sam answered for him with a nod.
"Unless something comes up, yeah," Dean shrugged.
Faith
"What if I scarred your pretty face?" Faith asked Dean.
She nodded at Sam.
"Five by five."
Dean & Sam
Dean poked his tongue out.
"I meant job wise, but in that case I might make an exception too."
"Ignore him," Sam said simply.