The screams echoed into the woods, but Dean kept swinging. A few large splatters of blood later and a heavy thud as a teen was pinned against a tree by the throat, Dean walked over to collect his axe and let his latest victim fall to the ground lifeless.
Wiping the blood from the pickaxe, he looked around at the gruesome scene one last time, and began his journey back to the impala.
Faith
Faith had just made it into the woods when the screams stopped. Cursing under her breath for not getting there faster, she turned, ducking under a low hanging branch and hightailing it quietly back to the impala.
She stood motionless, concealed in the shadow of the tree she was hiding behind, listening to the crunch of Dean's footsteps on the leaves and twigs in the woods. She watched as he appeared from the woods, but she stayed still and silent.
Dean
Dean began his ritual of cleaning the axe, discarding his bloody clothing, and spinning the axe in his hand before carefully placing it in the trunk.
Faith
Once Dean had closed the trunk, Faith came up behind him swiftly and silently. She kicked the back of his knees to bring him down a little, then smashed his head firmly down against the impala.
Satisfied that he was out, she left him on the ground while she opened up the trunk and rummaged around for something to restrain him with.
Shackles around his ankles and ropes around his wrists, she hoisted him up easily and put him in the back of the car. She taped his mouth closed, and his arms to his knees for good measure.
Faith slid into the front seat of the impala and started the car. Gunning the engine, she reversed back a little before taking off, heading back to the motel.
She slid into the parking spot and stopped the car. She turned around to check on Dean, and seeing him still unconscious, she got out quickly, and went to get Sam's help.
She burst into the motel room and knelt down by Sam's side.
"Sam? Sam!" she shook his shoulder gently.
Sam
Sam grunted as he awoke, one eye half open.
"Faith?" he murmured, "what is it?"
Faith
"It's Dean," Faith said, glancing back towards the open door.
"I need your help getting him inside."
Sam
"What? What do you mean?" Sam frowned,pulling himself out of bed.
He quickly pulled some boots on and a shirt.
Faith
"He's a little... incapacitated," Faith said.
She went back outside to check on him.
Sam
Going into panic mode, Sam rushed outside.
And stopped at the back window of the impala.
"Faith... why do you have my brother tied up?" he raised an eyebrow, worried.
Faith
"Trust me, you don't want him not tied up."
Faith opened the door to grab Dean.
"There's something wrong with him. Just... help me get him inside."
Sam
"I would comment on how inconspicuous this is, but it is..." Sm checked his watch, "three in the morning."
He leaned in and pulled Dean out by the arms, looking around before actually pulling him out.
Faith
Faith grabbed his feet and they hoisted him out, pausing only so she could close the door with her hip.
"Ok, so put him on the chair and I'll get more chains," she said to Sam.
Sam
Sam's eyebrows rose.
"Do you really think that's necessary?" Sam grunted as they carried him in.
"I think we could take him, really."
Faith
"I think we can take Dean, but I don't know so much about whatever has gotten into him."
Faith unzipped her own bag and went looking for the chains she had in there.
"I think... I think he's possessed or something."
Sam
"Posessed?" Sam frowned
"How can you tell?"
Faith
"Xavier mentioned there was something wrong in Dean's mind," Faith explained, untying Dean's hands and replacing the rope with the chains.
"I followed him tonight and... well, the screams and the blood seemed to convince me."
Sam
"What are you talking about?" Sam froze suddenly in shock.
Faith
"I'm not entirely sure of all the details," Faith said, rubbing her eyes.
"Or how long it's been going on... but I have a theory it all comes back to that pickaxe he's been carting around."
Dean & Sam
Dean moaned suddenly, muffled through the tape, and Sam jumped to clamping on the last chains before his brother woke.
Dean's eyes slit open, then widened, then just looked confused.
He pulled on the chains, squinting up at Faith and Sam as his eyes adjusted.
Faith
Faith crossed her arms across her chest as she watched Dean.
"Morning sunshine."
Sam & Dean
Sam frowned and ripped the tape from his mouth.
"Yeow! Dude, what the Hell?!" Dean exclaimed.
Faith
Faith glanced at Sam for a second.
"All our time together, we ever do chains?"
Sam & Dean
Sam looked at her awkwardly, before crossing his arms.
"No."
"Seriously, this isn't funny," Dean insisted.
Faith
"Not meant to be, Tiger," Faith said, shrugging.
"Look, not to sound like a bad horror movie, but I know what you've been doing."
Dean & Sam
"So do I. Sleeping," Dean scowled.
"That's not what she means, Dean," Sam said softly.
Faith
"The sneaking out, Dean," Faith said, tucking some hair behind her ears.
"I followed you tonight."
Dean
"You're nuts," Dean frowned, "Sam, she's making it up!"
Faith
"You've been coming home right on sunrise," Faith pointed out.
"There's been blood on your clothes."
Dean & Sam
"You're insane," Dean shook his head.
"Where were you two nights ago?" Sam asked, Dean turning his head to him.
"What do you mean?" he frowned.
"I mean I woke up in the middle of the night and you weren't in bed," Sam explained.
Dean began to look a little worried, looking between them.
"So what, you think I'm possessed?" he scorned, "cos I don't feel anything."
"But how do we know that's you in there?" Sam shrugged.
Dean hesitated, then gulped a little.
"You know how."
Sam looked up at Faith, then went to fetch some Holy water.
Faith
Faith kept looking at Dean thoughtfully.
"Xavier said... said he couldn't see exactly what you'd been doing, but that you didn't have access to it yourself."
She pursed her lips, still thinking.
Sam & Dean
"Which sounds like possession," Sam reasoned, walking back over and dousing Dean in Holy water.
Dean spat some out, blinking it out of his eyes.
"Maybe we need an exorcism," Sam looked confused.
"Sam..."
"Holy water didn't work on Azazel. Or Lilith," Sam pointed out.
Faith
Faith rubbed the back of her neck, before her eyes brightened.
"Maybe... oh, oh, I've got it!" she exclaimed, before leaving the room again.
Sam & Dean
Sam watched her leave, before continuing to flick through their Dad's journal for the right exorcism.
"You really think there's something in me?" Dean asked him.
"I don't know," Sam shook his head, "but I had blackouts when I was possessed by Meg, and you don't remember going out those nights..."
Sam hesitated, something occurring to him. He walked over and pulled Dean's shirt apart, exposing his tattoo.
"It can't be a demon," he realised.
Faith
Faith popped the trunk of the impala and pulled the pickaxe out. She glanced at it for a second, swearing that it had vibrated or something in her hand.
Moments later, she returned to the bondage party in the room.
"I think it has something to do with Mr Axe," she said to Sam.
Dean & Sam
Dean fell silent as his eyes fell on the axe.
"The axe?" Sam's eyebrows rose, "from the abandoned mine?"
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, looking over at him.
"That's when Dean started getting weird."
She regarded that statement.
"Weirder."
Sam & Dean
Sam was expecting a smart assed remark from Dean at that, and looked curiously at him when they didn't get one.
He was in a dead stare.
"Ok, that's a little creepy," Sam admitted, stepping over and snapping his fingers in front of Dean's face.
Faith
Faith moved the pickaxe from hand to hand, watching Dean's eyes following it.
"Ok, so... what now?"
Sam
"I don't know," Sam said honestly.
"We could burn the handle, but the blade is iron. Maybe that will cancel out whatever's affecting him though, so..."
He shrugged.
"Salt and burn the handle?"
Faith
"Yeah?" Faith looked over at Sam.
"I don't know. What do you normally do in this situation?"
Sam & Dean
Sam looked a little sheepish.
"Maybe... salt and burn the handle?" he shrugged, "normally I'd have help. I'll be right back."
He made his way out to the impala to fetch the burning implements.
Dean meanwhile, blinked for the first time, and looked up at Faith.
"You can't stop me, you know," his mouth curved in a small smile.
Faith
"That a fact?" Faith asked.
She quirked an eyebrow at him.
Dean
"It is," Dean said simply.
"You and your little friend have no idea what you're up against."
Faith
"Oh, was I supposed to be scared just then?" Faith asked.
She smiled sweetly at him.
Dean
"No," Dean shook his head calmly.
"I was simply stating a fact."
Faith
"Fair enough," Faith replied.
"So, who are you then? And why should I be so scared?"
Dean
"My name is Harry Warden," Dean said, still completely calm.
"And I'd like nothing more than to see your insides on the outside. Mmm."
He licked his lips.
Faith
Faith raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Guess you better get used to disappointment, Harry."
Dean & Sam
"Oh don't be like that," Dean chuckled.
Sam reappeared a moment later.
"Hey," he said to Faith, "I've set up a bonfire outside."
Faith
"Guess that's your cue to leave, Harry," Faith said to Dean, winking.
"Wish I could say it was nice meeting you..."
Sam & Dean
"Harry?" Sam frowned, looking at Dean.
"It was awfully nice to meet you, Faith," Dean smiled.
Opting not to ask, Sam took the axe from Faith's hands and stepped outside. The moment the axe was out of sight, Dean 'woke up'.
"Where's Sam?" he asked, looking flustered.
Faith
"Getting rid of Harry, hopefully," Faith said to Dean.
"It really you this time?"
Dean
"Who's Harry?" Dean frowned, completely and utterly confused.
Faith
"Million dollar question," Faith replied.
"Though, think it might be the deranged miner who seems to be possessing you."
Dean
"But I can't be posessed," Dean shook his head, "this doesn't make sense!"
Faith
"I think it's only when the pickaxe is around," Faith told him.
"I'll let you out of the chains when it's done and dusted."
Sam
Sam watched as the axe went up in flames, keeping an eye out to make sure no one came by.
He turned to look behind him after a moment, and fell back suddenly at the brunt of a blow to his jaw.
"Holy crap!" he exclaimed, looking up to see the spirit of a large man standing over him.
"FAITH?! DEAN?!" he yelled, frantically trying to grab a handful of salt to throw.
Faith
Faith ran out the door, leaving Dean alone, tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
"Whoa," she said, skidding to a stop as she took in the scene in front of her.
"Guessing you're Harry Warden, then?"
Sam
The spirit, dressed in a full miner's suit, slowly reached up and turned on his helmet light. Sam squinted as it caught him in the eyes, before seeing what looked like the pickaxe he'd just burnt being raised above the spirit's head.
Faith
"Gotta tell you, Sam, your job sucks more than mine," Faith muttered.
She noticed the spirit's movements and she darted around, tackling Sam down to the pavement, both narrowly missing the pickaxe that swiped through the air where Sam's head had been seconds ago.
Sam
Instead, it landed in Sam's leg.
"AH!" he yelled, grabbing at it for a few seconds before the spirit pulled back.
Sam crawled backwards on the ground, pulling Faith with him unconscously, before realising a moment later when he looked up that the spirit was gone.
Faith
Faith looked around cautiously. She glanced at Sam for a second, before trying to get to her feet.
Sam
"No stay down!" Sam insisted, pulling her down to a crouch.
He knew he couldn't protect her becaue he couldn't even stand up.
Faith
With the combined strength of Sam and Faith pulling in opposite direction, a horrible popping sound occurred.
She let out a little moan of pain as she fell forward, her right arm hanging limply in it's socket.
"Dammit!"
Sam
"Faith look out!" Sam exclaimed, pushing her aside carefully as the axe came down again.
"RUN!"
Faith
Faith twisted to the side, dodging the axe. She ducked again, turning and making her way to the impala trunk.
She rummaged around with one arm.
Sam
Sam started cawling backwards again, dragging his bleeding leg with him, as the homocidal miner kept advancing.
He started rattling off an incantation under his breath, not sure if it would do any good or not, before ducking to the left as the axe came down on him again.
Faith
Faith cursed under her breath as she knocked her arm against the car. She pulled out Ruby's knife after a few more minutes of trying to locate it, then turned back to the main event.
Sam
As soon as Sam ducked that blow, the miner struck again, cutting down Sam's right arm.
"F---!" he screamed, leaning back against a tree, panting heavily.
He looked up as the axe was about to come down more centred...
Faith
Faith hobbled towards Sam and the miner, and realising she wouldn't have enough time to get there before the axe came down...
She threw the knife expertly, it landing in the centre of the miner's back.
Sam
Sam cringed as the knife flew through the miner, landing stuck in the tree about three feet above his head.
Seeing the spirit obliterated though, he worked on catching his breath back.
"You ok?!" he called.
Faith
"Five by five," Faith said, closing the distance between them.
"You?"
Sam
"Ah..." Sam looked down at where he was holding his bloodied arm.
"Not so much?"
Faith
Faith knelt down in front of Sam to examine how badly he was hurt.
"Hospital time or do you want me to stitch you up?"
Sam
"Stitches will do," Sam shifted slightly.
"Ah! God. I've had worse. It's just a scratch."
Faith
"Alright."
Faith glanced at her shoulder.
"You wanna hold onto me for a second? Need to pop this baby back in."
Sam
"Ah..." Sam hesitated, trying to work out how.
Holding his breath he let go of his bloodied arm, grabbing onto hers tightly.
"Quick!" he strained as blood ran down his arm again.
Faith
"Yeah, yeah," Faith murmured, clicking her shoulder back into place. "Wasn't in the mood for slow torture."
She breathed deeply through her nose, and rotated her arm slightly, before nodding at Sam.
"Right, can you walk or should I just carry you?"
Sam
Sam groaned, leaning back against the tree.
"I think I'm just going to wait here for a while," he sighed, "until I fall unconscious at least."
Faith
"Not an option, unless you want to risk infection by me patching you up out here?"
Faith touched the side of Sam's cheek.
"I'm guessing I'm carrying you then."
Sam
"I'll just lean on you," Sam assured with a hopeless smirk.
"...Once I get up. Help?"
Faith
"Alright."
Faith stood, bending slighty to help Sam get to his feet slowly.
"Come on, Jumbo."
Sam
Sam yelled out as he was pulled to his feet, and he instantly made the mistake of touching his impaled leg to the ground.
"Oh sh--," he cursed, using his healthy arm to lean on Faith's shoulder.
Faith
"You know," Faith said, helping him back in the direction of the motel room. "Be brave and you'll get a lollipop."
She held onto him firmly as they moved.
Sam & Dean
"Oh ha ha," Sam scoffed.
"They made it back in no time, and Sam collapsed into the chair opposite Dean.
"What the Hell happened?" Dean frowned.
"Crazy spirit of a homocidal miner happened," Sam drawled.
Faith
Faith grabbed the medkit from her bag, along with two bottles of scotch, one from her bag, the other from Dean's.
She turned back towards Sam, unscrewed the cap of the alcohol and handed it to him.
"Here," she said, unscrewing the cap from the other bottle. "Need me to flash you to distract you?"
She knelt down in front of him, going to take care of his leg first.
Dean & Sam
"Ah... hello?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
"Faith," Sam couldn't help but smile a little before he took a swig, "could you help Dean out? He could help, you know."
Faith
"Oh, I actually forgot he was still tied up," Faith admitted sheepishly. She stood and turned towards Dean, digging the keys from her pocket.
"It's a pity, really. You're kinda sexy like that."
She went over to unlock his chains.
Dean & Sam
"Gee, thanks," Dean scorned, rubbing his wrists when the shackles were off.
"So what did we work out in the end?"
"You were possessed by the guy's spirit. Whenever you came into contact or eyeline with the axe it triggered him," Sam shrugged tensely, "guess we know what your midnight escapades were for, unfortunately."
"So I was going around killing people every night since I got the damn thing?" Damn frowned.
"Not every night, but..." Sam was trying to soften the blow without luck, "close, I guess."
Faith
Once Faith had unlocked him, she went back over to Sam and knelt down. She ripped up his jeans, exposing the leg wound and waited for him to have another swig of alcohol. Once he had, she poured some from the other bottle directly onto the gash.
She dabbed around the wound carefully with wet gauze.
Sam & Dean
"Holy CRAP!" Sam yelled, eyes closed as tight as they could go.
Dean made straight for the sink and grabbed the washcloth, coming back to his brother with one end wrapped around his fist.
Sam saw him coming and opened his mouth, letting his brother gag him, and instantly clenched his jaw over it.
"Let it out Sammy," Dean said calmly, keeping an eye on Faith's progress as Sam yelled through the cloth.
Faith
Faith cleaned his leg up carefully, before reaching into the medkit again. She snapped on some gloves, then prepared everything in front of her.
She then started the process of stitching the wound up.
Dean & Sam
"Looks like you've done this before," Dean joked, attempting to lighten the mood.
Sam tried his best to take deep breaths, sweat rolling down his dilated nostrils and strained throat.
Faith
"Oh yeah," Faith replied, glancing up at Dean and grinning.
"I could put it on my resume. Can top you so good you'd bleed, but then could stitch you up after it."
She kept her hand steady, sewing up Sam's leg.
Dean & Sam
"Creative. Maybe it'd be easier if we knocked him out," Dean said thoughtfully, "Sam?"
Sam shook his head as best his could, blinking a moment before squeezing his eyes shut again.
"Ok," Dean breathed, "we'll get you some sugar after this."
Faith
"I did offer him a lollipop, but he declined," Faith said, squinting as she thread the last stitch through his skin.
She tied it off, then cut the excess off, before dabbing it gently with the alcohol, then with the wet gauze. She taped a clean gauze over the top.
"Alright. Arm time."
Dean & Sam
Dean let Sam go for a moment, letting him take a few deep breaths.
"You good?" he asked, looking down at the top of his head.
Sam nodded, taking another quick swig of his bottle.
"Ok," Sam nodded.
Faith
"Ok," Faith said, sitting up a little taller. She covered another gauze in alcohol and dabbed carefully at his arm.
"You can hit me after this, if it makes you feel better," she offered.
Sam & Dean
Sam was about to say something when Dean gagged him again.
"Nah he'll hit me for not realising I was possessed," Dean chuckled.
Faith
Once she'd cleaned off the cut, Faith started to stitch his arm up.
"Not to detract from the seriousness of this situation, but... nice guns, Sam."
Sam & Dean
Sam grunted through the gag, and Dean chuckled to himself.
As soon as Sam started yelling again, Dean pulled tight on the gag.
"Come on Sammy, suck it up," he breathed.
Faith
"This whole night has felt vaguely like some sort of bondage porno," Faith murmured to herself.
She kept stitching while she spoke, careful not to jar Sam's arm too much.
Dean
"It does feel like the start of a bondage porno. Complete with blood play," Dean's eyebrows rose.
Faith
"Mmm," Faith agreed. "Though blood play is usually a little more fun."
She stopped talking to concentrate on tying the stitches off.
Dean & Sam
Dean raised one eyebrow, before finally letting Sam go altogether. Sam exercised his jaw for a moment, before gulping down more alcohol.
"Thanks," he nodded to Faith.
Faith
Faith covered it with another gauze and then started cleaning up the suppies they'd gone through.
"No worries, Sammich."
She threw out the dirty used gauze, then went over to the kitchen.
"K, let's get you some sugar before you pass out. Dean? You need something too? You have spent a majority of the night tied up."
Dean & Sam
"Not to mention possessed," Dean pointed out, throwing the towel into the sink.
Sam too another swig, before setting the bottle on the table.
"Sounds good," he nodded.
Faith
"You boys are lucky I often try and eat myself into a diabetic coma," Faith remarked casually, opening a cupboard and pulling out the giant bag of candy she'd stashed.
She handed some to Dean, then stood by Sam, and handed him some, running her fingers through his hair softly.
Dean & Sam
"Awesome," Dean bit off a large chunk.
"Thanks," Sam nodded to her, eating some before drinking more.
Faith
"Do you want some painkillers, Sam-I-Am?" Faith asked.
"Man, I can't wait until Tru's an actual doctor and we can have percodine on hand."
Sam
"I'm good," Sam nodded, holding up the beer bottle, "or I will be soon at least."
Faith
"You get drunk and start singing Bon Jovi and I am leaving this room and never coming back," Faith warned jokingly.
"Both of you."
Dean & Sam
"Don't worry, I'll just knock him out," Dean chuckled, getting a suspicious look from Sam.
"And I might hit the town anyway. For a non-kill-filled night out. I think I need it."
Faith
Faith nodded. "Go forth. Have sex. Drink lots. And get pie."
She glanced at Sam.
"I'm sure I'll find a way to placate drunk Sam."
Dean & Sam
"I hope so," Dean chuckled.
He walked past his brother and patted him on the shoulder.
"Have fun Sammy."
"Mhmm," Sam murmured through his beer bottle.
Faith
"Ok, Jumbo," Faith said, kissing him on the cheek.
"You're a bit stinky. How about I strap on a nurse outfit and give you a spongebath?"
Sam
"I'm very dirty," Sam said, before hiccupping.
Faith
"I'm tipping that's a yes."
Faith pushed his hair back from his forehead.
"Come on, kid. Let's get you into the bathroom."
Sam
"Do I have to move now?" Sam asked between gulps.
Faith
"Afraid so," Faith said, sliding her arms around his waist gently.
"Just rest against me. And if you're a good boy, I'll even let you see me naked."
Sam
Sam giggled a little.
"Ok."
He tried standing, almost falling over more than once, before consciously putting his full weight on his right leg.
Faith
Faith managed to get him into the bathroom, and she sat him down on the toilet.
"K, bunny, let's get these clothes off."
Sam
"Ok!" Sam chuckled, going to rip his shirt off before yelling out in pain.
Faith
"Shh, shh," Faith soothed, pressing a kiss against Sam's forehead.
"Let me do it, ok?"
Sam
"Yes ma'am," Sam said seriously, then burst into chuckles again.
Faith
Faith eased his shirt off, and poked him in the wound for good measure when he annoyed her too much.
She then started on his pants.
Sam
"Ow!" Sam whined, slapping her with his hand before having another drink.
Faith
"Yeah, I know, I'm a bully."
Once she had undressed him completely, she left him on the oilet seat for a second, turning the taps on in the shower.
"Alright," Faith said. "In we get."
Sam
"But my boxers are still on," Sam pouted.
Faith
"Alright," Faith said, hiding her grin.
"Let's get you naked and into the shower, then."
She started sliding the boxers down his legs.
Sam
Sam yelped as the material caught on his stitches, but got back to chuckling after his next swig.
"Shower sex!"
Faith
"Somehow doubt you'll be up for - "
Faith shook her head, then helped Sam into the shower, stripping off quickly and stepping in after him.
"K, Sammich, you wanna sit down? Lean against the wall."
Sam
Sam cringed as he leant back, almost falling over.
"Ouch," he said loudly.
Faith
"I should've gone with Dean," Faith muttered to herself.
She helped Sam prop himself up against the wall, then stood again, readjusting the shower head so it hit Sam in the chest. She took the soap, then bent down again, facing him and started to soap him up.
"Ok, drunko, how are you feeling?"
Sam
"Wet," Sam replied, then chuckled again.
"But so are you!"
Faith
Faith smiled, despite herself, and then poured some shampoo into her hands.
"Ok, Jumbo, tilt your head back a little."
Sam
Sam threw his head back, hitting it against the wall.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, grabbing it with his hand, and flinching as it pulled on his arm stitches.
"Faith I hurt..."
Faith
Faith silently counted to five, mentally cursing whoever it was that invented beer.
She kissed the top of Sam's head carefully, and then ran her hands over his hair.
"It's ok, Samwise," she soothed. "Don't move, ok?"
Sam
"Ok," Sam nodded, closing his eyes.
Faith
Thankful that he was being obedient, Faith lathered the shampoo up into his hair, then let the water wash it out while she grabbed the conditioner. She poured some into her hands and massaged it through his hair, giving him a gentle head massage.
"Sam, you owe me. Big time."
Sam
"When don't I?" Sam mumbled, almost falling asleep under the massage.
Faith
Good point," Faith replied.
She rinsed his hair off, letting him rest still, while she soaped up the rest of his body, careful to avoid his stitches.
Once that was done, she touched Sam's cheek with her fingertips.
"Sammy?"
Sam
"Mmm?" Sam murmured, not moving otherwise.
Faith
Faith reached up and turned the taps off, before grabbing a towel from the rack just outside the shower.
"I need you to stand for a little bit," she said quietly. "Just need to get you into bed. And then I'll get you some food, if you want."
Sam
"Mmm," Sam murmured again, curling up a little as if to sleep right there.
Faith
"If you come with me, I'll touch you in good places," Faith said, hoping to motivate him enough to get to his feet.
Sam
"Do I have to?" Sam opened his eyes to slits.
Faith
"Well, no," Faith said, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"If you want to sleep here, that's fine."
Sam
"I'm tired," Sam pouted, trying to pull himself to his feet.
Faith
Faith helped him to his feet, supporting most of his weight as he got up.
"I know," she told him. "But if you stay there, you're likely to hate me in the morning."
Sam
"No I won't!" Sam said loudly, then cringed again.
His weight fell onto her, and he lay his head on her shoulder tiredly.
Faith
Faith caught him easily, and half carried him out of the bathroom and over to the bed. She lay him down carefully, then disentangling herself from his limbs, searching out some clothes.
"Go to sleep, Sam," she told him.
Sam
"I will," Sam sighed, pulling some bedsheets over his hips.
Faith
Unable to resist, and maybe feeling like she needed to pay him back for being drunk and difficult to move, Faith grinned to herself as she had an idea.
She threw on some clothes, then left the motel, heading a little way out to the garden and picked a few leaves off the trees. Giggling toherself, she came back and arranged them around Sam's head like a garland.
Trying to suppress her giggles, she took a photo on her phone and send it off to Dean.
"Toga party? See you in the morning, favourite Winchester."
And with that, she climbed into the opposite bed to Sam, and went to sleep.
Dean
"Excuse me," Dean smiled at the blonde, quickly checking his phone.
He chuckled when he saw the message.
"What is it?" the girl flirted.
"Want to see something funny?" Dean chuckled, offering her his phone.