Faith was leaning against the bike, waiting for the gas tank to be filled when she had the thought that she should check in with Sam.
She pulled her phone out and winced at the missed calls from just about everyone, then tapped in a quick message to Sam.
"Will be back soon. Am fine. Don't worry."
She turned the phone off and slipped it back into her bag, still watching the fuel pump metre.
Sam & Dean
Sam fumbled for his phone when he heard the message tone, struggling to get it out of his pocket.
The second he read the message he dialled Faith's number.
"I'm sorry, the person you are trying to call-"
"Damnit," he cursed.
"What?" Dean looked over from the driver's seat.
"Faith. She's ok," Sam sighed.