Sam sat up in bed, covered in a cold sweat.
"Dean?" he breathed.
"Mmm?" came the responding grunt.
"Dean wake up."
"What?" Dean groaned, pushing himself up.
"Faith," Sam breathed.
"What?" Dean repeated.
"Faith. She's in trouble."
Sam threw the covers from his legs and stood, grabbing for his boots.
"How the hell...?" Dean leant over to turn his bedside light on so he could see what Sam was doing.
"I don't know," Sam shook his head, "but I gotta go."
As soon as Sam got his boots on he grabbed a shirt and ran for the door.
"Hey!" Dean got his attention.
He threw the impala keys.
"Call me," he insisted.
Sam nodded, pulled his shirt on, and disappeared.
About ten minutes later Sam pulled into a side street and parked the car. He quickly got out, then stopped suddenly.
"What the hell am I doing?" he closed his eyes a moment, "ok. Don't think Sam. Don't think."
He froze as he heard footsteps in the distance. As they suddenly stopped, he took off in their direction. It wasn't long before he came across Faith laying motionless.
"FAITH?!"
He rushed to her side, kneeling on the ground, pulling her body into his arms.
"Faith?!" he shook her a little.
He gulped when he felt warm liquid running down his arm, and pulled it aside for a moment to see it covered in blood.
"No, no..."
He struggled to pull his phone from his pocket and speed dialled Angel.
"Angel? Hey. We have a situation. I need a teleporter..."