Faith groaned, sitting up from the bed, her arm still in the makeshift sling from the night before.
She glanced down, noticing the blue and purple bruises that covered her body, and she rubbed her eyes, wincing in pain.
Sam
"Hey," Sam sat up a little as Faith got up.
"You ok?"
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said slowly.
She blinked a few times, clearing sleep from her eyes.
"Just a little sore, is all."
Sam & Dean
Sam fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes again.
Dean grunted from the other bed, pulling himself up instead.
"What's the time?" he asked, not able to focus on his watch yet.
Faith
Faith reached across for Sam's watch and squinted at it.
"About eight," she told Dean.
Dean
"Damn, I actually got a sleep in. You two must be stuffed," Dean smirked, pulling himself to the bedside.
He rubbed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at Faith.
"Holy cow," he cleared his throat.
Faith
"Not the reaction a girl wants to hear first thing in the morning," Faith joked.
She yawned.
"Do I look that bad?"
Dean
"Yeah, you kinda do," Dean insisted, pulling a shirt over his shoulders.
Faith
"My arm hasn't healed yet," Faith commented absently, wincing as she moved it.
She reached onto the floor for a pair of pants, already in a singlet from the night before.
"I can't be too bruised. Most of them will have healed already."
Dean
"Don't tell me you can't see that," Dean shook his head.
"Go see the mirror in the bathroom."
Faith
Faith put her pants on awkwardly with one hand, then slid out of bed. She stood, and caught the side of the dresser to steady herself. She felt herself slowly sinking down to the floor.
"Ah... yeah, I might just... wait here. Until I get feeling back in my legs."
Dean & Sam
Dean jumped up and headed around to her side.
"You are not ok," he insisted.
"What is it?" Sam grunted, pushing himself up again.
Faith
Faith looked at Dean, not arguing for once.
"Maybe I'm tired or something?"
Dean
"Faith you don't get tired. Not like that," Dean knelt down to her with a worried expression.
"What do you feel like?"
He put the back of his hand to her forehead.
Faith
"I feel like..."
Faith paused for a moment, thinking.
"Remember when the Council took my powers away? It's not as bad as that, but it feels similar."
Dean & Sam
Dean hesitated, then went to his bag and began rummaging through. Sam finally sat up on the bed, rubbing at his eyes.
"You're sick?" he asked Faith, pulling faces as he struggled to see.
Dean found the heaviest object he had - an iron stake - and brought it back to Faith and handed it to her.
"Life that," he insisted.
Faith
Faith lifted it, though not as easily as she would've been able to before.
Her hands shook slightly from the weight.
"Yeah, I think something is wrong."
Sam & Dean
"Why am I getting deja vu?" Dean frowned.
"Yeah... this has happened before, hasnt it?" Sam asked.
Faith
"I don't think this is related to the Council," Faith said to them.
"I'm ok. Maybe I'll just not do anything strenuous for a few days."
She smirked faintly, glancing at Sam.
Sam & Dean
"Better to not leave any stone unturned though right?" Sam pointed out.
"Let's make a list and start crossing things off when we know for sure," Dean shrugged.
Faith
Faith was quiet for a moment.
"Uh... maybe this is an obvious statement, but... you said Lindsey was behind my brainwashing? Maybe... maybe he did something?"
Dean & Sam
Dean looked at Sam, who was staring at Faith.
"I definitely wouldn't put it past him," he said with an acidic tone.
"Right, so his name to the top of the list," Dean announced, getting up and going to fetch the journal.
Faith
Faith struggled to sit on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily from the effort.
"The only problem is," she said. "There isn't really someone who specialises in treating Slayers. Hank is probably the closest I have to a doctor, but he still can't detect everything because he doesn't know what to look for."
Sam & Dean
"What about watchers?" Sam suggested.
"Seeing as their main charges were slayers..."
Dean started his list, sitting on his bed as he wrote.
Faith
"I could talk to Giles, but they're not really... medically trained. THey can patch us up, but nothing too fancy."
Faith thought for a second.
"I could talk to Gunn about Wolfram and Hart's labs."
Sam & Dean
"It's a start," Sam looked to Dean.
"Sure," Dean almost scoffed, "but don't forget how well that fared for us last time too."
Sam clenched his jaw.
"He won't be there this time," he reasoned.
"That we know of."
Faith
"If you mean Lindsey, then you could always beat him up," Faith said lazily. "Or Wesley, same thing applies. But neither should be there."
She glanced at her feet for a second.
"It's only Gunn, Cordy and Spike holding down the fort these days."
Sam & Dean
The brothers shared a glance.
"We wont be beating Lindsay up ever again," Sam said seriously.
"He's gone too far. It's all or nothing now," Dean agreed, "Wesley is still open to commission. But the other three? No problem with."
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
Faith
Faith raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't say anything.
"Right, well, I'm just hoping that I don't lose my powers completely. I didn't really enjoy that, the last time."
She paused.
"Also, hoping not to die. Though, it would prove to be relaxing, I suppose."
Sam
"Give Wolfram a call," Sam insisted.
"I'll call Bobby, see if he's heard anything on the fly," Dean offered, standing to leave the room as he took his phone out.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, already dialling the number.
She glanced at Sam for a moment, then brightened when she got through to Gunn.
"Chuckles, need to talk to you..."
Dean & Sam
Dean left the room as Sam looked between the two, awkwardly.