Faith blinked tiredly, startled awake by a noise her brain hadn't yet processed. She turned her head slightly, almost surprised to see Sam's peacefulyl sleeping face so close to hers. He hadn't woken up. It couldn't've been that loud then.
She closed her eyes again, determined to get a few more hours sleep when the noises started again.
No mistaking those noises.
She groaned, sitting up, careful not to wake Sam as she disentangled herself from his arms. She slid off the bed gently, padding into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, then turned the tap on, splashing her face with water.
"Sheesh, keep it down," she muttered, the noises getting louder.
She dried her face off with a towel, then opened the bathroom door again, before sitting on the edge of her bed. She squinted at Dean's bed in the darkness, and couldn't make out his shape. She got up and walked over.
Nope, definitely not there.
Frowning, she debated whether or not to wait up for him, especially after what Xavier had revealed.
Eventually, she decided to go back to bed, but she'd keep an ear out for his arriving back.
Something was not right.