Faith walked gingerly out of the bathroom, wincing slightly as she moved.
She sat down on the bed as gently as possible, breathing in a sharp breath of pain.
Wincing again, she reached for her bag of clothes.
Dean
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked flatly.
Faith
"Broken," Faith sai, glancing up at him.
"Think I need to kick Sam out of my bed for awhile."
Dean & Sam
Dean winced.
"Are you ok?" Sam shifted in the bed to look up at her.
"Is there some kind of course you can enroll her in to learn the extent of TMI?" Dean asked him.
Faith
Faith smirked slightly.
"You asked!"
Dean
"I'll remember not to when I've left you guys alone overnight from now on," Dean pulled a face.
Faith
Faith grinned and settled herself again, before letting out a moan of pain.
She turned and glared at Sam.
"I blame you."
Sam & Dean
"As always," Sam smirked, "but hey, at least you heal... usually."
"Yeah we don't have that luxury. Not that we need it," Dean smirked, "softie."
Faith
"Hey," Faith glanced at Dean. "Have you seen how big he is? I'm only petite. And when I get him in that sort of mood, he rips me in half."
She looked smug at the thought of grosing Dean out again, before turning back to Sam.
"A lot of blood this time, Samwise. No touching for a bit."
Dean & Sam
Dean put his fingers in his ears.
"LALALALALALALA..."
"Petite?" Sam smirked, taking her hand and kissing the back of it before tilting his head.
"I'm sorry."
Faith
"Yes," Faith grinned at him. "Petite."
She leaned over for a proper kiss.
"It's ok. My pants are a no-go zone for a day or two."