August 18-Conviction Under Fire
Title: Conviction Under Fire
Author: Skylar0Grace
Rating: FR7
Word count: 2533
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Faith Lehane, Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belongs to Joss Whedon. 'Supernatural' belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: Alone in the world, he suddenly found a family…
Notes: Written for Jenn and based off of her banners. Once again, an old fic that I never got around to posting :P
Sam nestled into the warmth of her body and allowed the ache in his heart to fade just a little. He felt the contours of her body pressed against his and a small smile broke out on his face. She turned around and her brown eyes captivated him as she pressed a small kiss to his mouth.
“I’m gonna go have a shower.”
“Want company?”
Faith gave him a seductive glance and he jumped up from the bed quickly, a low growl causing her to giggle as they stumbled their way to the shower.
~
Sam pulled the shirt down over his head and threw his dirty clothes in his duffel bag. They’d have to stop somewhere to do laundry because he was running out of clean ones and whilst he doubted Faith had a problem going commando, he did. Sam heard Faith’s voice come from the bathroom where the shower was still running and his back stiffened at the familiar sound of the words.
“Rising power, we'll raise the night; Rising power; Rising power, we'll wake the dead; Rising pow -”
Her voice stopped suddenly and he knew that she had realised what she’d done. A moment later her head popped out from behind the door.
“Sam -”
“It’s okay, Faith.”
She shook her head. “No, Sam, it’s not. I forget sometimes that he listened to them and-”
Sam turned his back on her and closed his eyes from both the pain he was putting her through and the fresh reminder of Dean. Dean’s lifeless eyes flashed in his memory again and he heard her slowly come up behind him. He knew an apology was forthcoming and he swivelled around quickly. The Slayer didn’t seem at all phased by the quick movement as her eyes searched his.
“Sam…”
There was a small knock on the door and automatically his eyes drifted down her body. Seeing her completely dressed he looked back at the door. Faith noticed his red-rimmed eyes and gave a small nod. Sam stood and strode past her into the bathroom, cursing his inability to reassure her. He knew he’d changed and that he was no longer the sensitive guy he was before. Originally he’d relished in it, knowing that with every passing day he was becoming more like Dean but he’d found it exhausting. Eventually it slipped into apathy and when Faith had kicked Ruby’s ass to the curb he hadn’t thought of Faith as anything more than a playtoy. He got the impression that she hadn’t thought of him as much more and then, without realising it, their relationship had changed. His apathy was starting to fade and he felt like she was bringing the real him back. In fact, she’d stayed long after she should have left and he wondered what sort of a difference he’d made in her life.
“So, where is it, yo?” Sam heard her ask.
“Where’s what?”
Sam looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced. He’d been hearing a lot of people recently that sounded like Dean and obviously the pizza delivery guy was just another to add to the list. His brother was dead and he wasn’t coming back. He looked at his resolved face in the mirror and picked up his watch off the bathroom counter.
“The pizza,” he heard her ask with sarcasm, “it takes two guys to deliver it these days, huh?”
“I think we got the wrong room.”
Sam sighed; could be more demons. He slowly exited the bathroom as he fastened his watch to his wrist and when he looked up he could have sworn that his heart just leapt straight out of his chest. His sentence died on his tongue and he looked from one man to the other. Either Dean was back or Bobby was dead. And given how unlikely the first scenario was, he was going with the second.
“Heya, Sammy.”
As the man who looked remarkably like his brother entered the room, Sam let him get close enough before he pulled out his knife and lunged at him. Too fast for the other man, Faith pinned Bobby up against the wall, holding him in place. He struggled and she frowned. He wasn’t a demon, in fact, she didn’t think either of them were.
“Who are you?” Sam shouted, as he finally managed to pin Dean to the wall.
Dean managed to spin free and pushed Sam so there was at least an arms length between them. “Like you didn’t do this?!”
“Do what?” Sam asked angrily.
“It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him,” Bobby said quietly.
Sam watched as Faith released Bobby, a small shrug of the shoulders letting him know that she didn’t sense anything demonic and he glanced back at Dean. “What…”
“I know. I look fantastic, huh?”
Sam felt tears starting to well up and he pulled Dean in for a hug, relief washing over him as he felt the warmth off of Dean’s body letting him know that this wasn’t a dream and that his brother was truly alive. He pushed him back to arms length and looked at him, noticing briefly that there was no longer that hairline scar along the top of his forehead.
“Sam?”
Sam turned his head to Faith and saw the confusion on it. “This is Dean…”
Recognition crossed her face and she slowly closed the motel door. She made her way over to the bed and sat propped up against the headboard. She had no idea how Dean had come back but Buffy had come back too many times for her to doubt that this was legit. She decided to keep an eye out just in case he was a demon but she wanted to give them the room they needed. Sam sat down in one of the chairs and she saw Dean and Bobby walk over to him, their bodies screaming anger. She cringed slightly and knew that Sam was in trouble.
“So, tell me, what’d it cost?”
Sam looked up at Dean with a bewildered expression. “What did what cost?”
“That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”
Faith watched as Dean stood over Sam and knew that she’d seen the same stance from Buffy several times, thankfully not often at her. Dean was pissed.
“You think I made a deal?”
“That's exactly what we think,” Bobby said as he drew alongside Dean, all three men ignoring Faith.
“Well, I didn't.”
“Don't lie to me,” Dean said, barely controlling his anger.
“I'm not lying.”
Dean moved close to Sam angrily. “So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.”
Faith was about to retort but Sam stood. “Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?”
Dean grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt and Faith knew she shouldn’t interfere. Sam was more than capable of taking care of himself and she’d seen the look in his eyes only ten minutes before; he hadn’t done this. “There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!”
Sam pushed Dean back and the anger was slowly giving way to pain. His eyes started to well up. “I tried everything. That's the truth! I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months, for months, and I couldn't stop it. So, I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.”
Dean looked at his brother’s eyes and saw the honesty in them. There was also a hardness there that hadn’t been there before but he pushed it aside as he looked at his little brother. “It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.”
“Don't get me wrong,” Bobby spoke up, “I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.”
“If he didn't pull me out, then what did?”
Sam looked around his brother to his girlfriend sitting quietly on the bed and couldn’t recall a time when she’d ever been so quiet. As if remembering the woman was there, Bobby and Dean turned around slowly.
“Faith?”
Faith shrugged at Sam. “Dunno. You want me to get B to look into it?”
Sam nodded and walked over to get some beers out of the mini fridge. He gave one to Bobby and Dean and sat down on the bed with Faith, handing her one before opening his own. All of the beers that they carried had a little bit of Holy water in them as a precaution and Sam let a small breath of relief when neither Dean nor Bobby reacted.
“So, what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?”
“Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.”
Bobby glared. “All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?”
“Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.”
Dean frowned and stood, slowly walking over to the table in the corner of the room. He reached behind it and pulled up one of Faith’s black lacy bras. Sam blushed and Faith grinned.
“Oh, yeah. I really feel your pain.”
“I ran into Faith a couple of months back and she’s been helping me out since. She’s a Slayer.”
Bobby choked on his beer. “Slayer?”
“What’s that?” Dean asked and Faith rolled her eyes.
“Sam didn’t know about me either. Basically Slayers are chosen to fight back demons, yadda, yadda, yadda. There’s this whole spiel and stuff but I’ve never been real conventional that way.”
“So you’re a Hunter?”
Bobby glared at Dean. “She’s a lot more than a damn Hunter, boy! You’re not gonna find anythin’ as strong or as quick as her fightin’ with us. There’s only one and she’s chosen to protect the whole world; that in itself should tell ya somethin’.”
Faith shook her head. “Actually there’s not just one.” Bobby frowned and Faith smirked. “My predecessor, B, died and I was called but she was brought back, so there was the two of us. A few years ago we had to fight this wicked evil that was takin’ out our whole line. Long story short: us going into Hell, kickin’ ass, and activating all the potentials.”
“You went into Hell?” Dean asked quietly. The edge to his voice was missed by both Bobby and Sam but Faith gave a small frown.
“There’s more than one entrance; used to live on top of one. That’s where B was. My first time in there but not B’s so we were covered.”
“Who’s this B?” Bobby asked.
“Buffy. She’s the original one,” Faith had to force herself not to roll her eyes. Though the bridge had been mended long ago, there was still a small amount of jealousy that reared its head at the worst of times. “She helps run the school for the mini-me’s back in Ohio but I bet she’s just itchin’ to get outta there. I don’t know how she can stand bein’ cooped up all the time. Me, I’ve been on the road with Sam, killin’ stuff when it needs takin’ out. Way more freedom!”
Dean raised an eyebrow in Sam’s direction and Sam saw the hint of a smirk on his mouth.
“Anyways, uh, we were checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.”
“When?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“When I busted out.”
Booby tore his gaze from the fabled Slayer and looked at Dean. “You think these demons are here 'cause of you?”
“But why?” Sam asked confused.
“Well, I don't know-some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.”
Faith nodded. “I agree with Big Bro on this one. This one time when they brought back B, they brought back some evil son of a bitch that had to take her out to survive.”
“How many times has this chick been brought back?”
Faith shrugged at Dean. “Three, maybe more. As much as I love her, I wish they hadn’t. They did the wrong thing bringin’ her back to keep doin’ this. She should’ve been left in peace.”
“She was in heaven?” Dean asked and once again, Faith heard the small hint of something in his voice that the others didn’t seem to pick up on. Just what did he remember?
“Yeah, she was dead for about four months before they could get the stuff they needed for the spell. Tore her right outta there; it messed with her head pretty bad too. She’s okay now but it was rough for a while. Knowing what pressure she’s under, I honestly don’t know how she does it.”
There was a small silence in the room. Bobby cleared his throat and turned to Dean.
“How you feelin', anyway?”
“I'm a little hungry.”
“No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?”
“Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?”
Bobby sighed. “Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.”
“Well, I feel fine.”
Faith heard it again and this time a deep frown fell on her face. Dean glanced away from her.
“Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.”
“I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.”
“Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.”
“I'll be right back.”
Bobby walked out the door and Sam turned to Faith. “Wanna bring Buffy in on this?”
“Sure, like I said, don’t know how she manages to stay cooped up all the time. Girl’s got mad skills but can’t get out to play.”
Both Faith and Sam saw Dean’s eyes light up and Sam turned back to a grinning Faith. “Maybe we should just call.”
Faith shook her head. “No way, I’m calling her down here now!”
Sam sighed as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Dean stood to leave and Sam reached out and held onto his arm.
“Hey, wait. You probably want this back.”
He reached under his shirt and pulled out Dean’s amulet. Sam could’ve sworn he saw a slight misting in Dean’s eyes but it was gone when he looked again.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, don't mention it.”
Dean pulled the amulet over his head and nodded.
“Hey, Dean, what was it like?”
“What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.”
Sam nodded and neither man noticed Faith entering the room.
“Well, thank God for that.”
“Yeah.”
Then Faith knew. He remembered every bit of it. She knew what Angel was like when he came back and she wondered how Dean was even still functional.
Author: Skylar0Grace
Rating: FR7
Word count: 2533
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Faith Lehane, Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belongs to Joss Whedon. 'Supernatural' belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: Alone in the world, he suddenly found a family…
Notes: Written for Jenn and based off of her banners. Once again, an old fic that I never got around to posting :P
Sam nestled into the warmth of her body and allowed the ache in his heart to fade just a little. He felt the contours of her body pressed against his and a small smile broke out on his face. She turned around and her brown eyes captivated him as she pressed a small kiss to his mouth.
“I’m gonna go have a shower.”
“Want company?”
Faith gave him a seductive glance and he jumped up from the bed quickly, a low growl causing her to giggle as they stumbled their way to the shower.
~
Sam pulled the shirt down over his head and threw his dirty clothes in his duffel bag. They’d have to stop somewhere to do laundry because he was running out of clean ones and whilst he doubted Faith had a problem going commando, he did. Sam heard Faith’s voice come from the bathroom where the shower was still running and his back stiffened at the familiar sound of the words.
“Rising power, we'll raise the night; Rising power; Rising power, we'll wake the dead; Rising pow -”
Her voice stopped suddenly and he knew that she had realised what she’d done. A moment later her head popped out from behind the door.
“Sam -”
“It’s okay, Faith.”
She shook her head. “No, Sam, it’s not. I forget sometimes that he listened to them and-”
Sam turned his back on her and closed his eyes from both the pain he was putting her through and the fresh reminder of Dean. Dean’s lifeless eyes flashed in his memory again and he heard her slowly come up behind him. He knew an apology was forthcoming and he swivelled around quickly. The Slayer didn’t seem at all phased by the quick movement as her eyes searched his.
“Sam…”
There was a small knock on the door and automatically his eyes drifted down her body. Seeing her completely dressed he looked back at the door. Faith noticed his red-rimmed eyes and gave a small nod. Sam stood and strode past her into the bathroom, cursing his inability to reassure her. He knew he’d changed and that he was no longer the sensitive guy he was before. Originally he’d relished in it, knowing that with every passing day he was becoming more like Dean but he’d found it exhausting. Eventually it slipped into apathy and when Faith had kicked Ruby’s ass to the curb he hadn’t thought of Faith as anything more than a playtoy. He got the impression that she hadn’t thought of him as much more and then, without realising it, their relationship had changed. His apathy was starting to fade and he felt like she was bringing the real him back. In fact, she’d stayed long after she should have left and he wondered what sort of a difference he’d made in her life.
“So, where is it, yo?” Sam heard her ask.
“Where’s what?”
Sam looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced. He’d been hearing a lot of people recently that sounded like Dean and obviously the pizza delivery guy was just another to add to the list. His brother was dead and he wasn’t coming back. He looked at his resolved face in the mirror and picked up his watch off the bathroom counter.
“The pizza,” he heard her ask with sarcasm, “it takes two guys to deliver it these days, huh?”
“I think we got the wrong room.”
Sam sighed; could be more demons. He slowly exited the bathroom as he fastened his watch to his wrist and when he looked up he could have sworn that his heart just leapt straight out of his chest. His sentence died on his tongue and he looked from one man to the other. Either Dean was back or Bobby was dead. And given how unlikely the first scenario was, he was going with the second.
“Heya, Sammy.”
As the man who looked remarkably like his brother entered the room, Sam let him get close enough before he pulled out his knife and lunged at him. Too fast for the other man, Faith pinned Bobby up against the wall, holding him in place. He struggled and she frowned. He wasn’t a demon, in fact, she didn’t think either of them were.
“Who are you?” Sam shouted, as he finally managed to pin Dean to the wall.
Dean managed to spin free and pushed Sam so there was at least an arms length between them. “Like you didn’t do this?!”
“Do what?” Sam asked angrily.
“It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him,” Bobby said quietly.
Sam watched as Faith released Bobby, a small shrug of the shoulders letting him know that she didn’t sense anything demonic and he glanced back at Dean. “What…”
“I know. I look fantastic, huh?”
Sam felt tears starting to well up and he pulled Dean in for a hug, relief washing over him as he felt the warmth off of Dean’s body letting him know that this wasn’t a dream and that his brother was truly alive. He pushed him back to arms length and looked at him, noticing briefly that there was no longer that hairline scar along the top of his forehead.
“Sam?”
Sam turned his head to Faith and saw the confusion on it. “This is Dean…”
Recognition crossed her face and she slowly closed the motel door. She made her way over to the bed and sat propped up against the headboard. She had no idea how Dean had come back but Buffy had come back too many times for her to doubt that this was legit. She decided to keep an eye out just in case he was a demon but she wanted to give them the room they needed. Sam sat down in one of the chairs and she saw Dean and Bobby walk over to him, their bodies screaming anger. She cringed slightly and knew that Sam was in trouble.
“So, tell me, what’d it cost?”
Sam looked up at Dean with a bewildered expression. “What did what cost?”
“That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”
Faith watched as Dean stood over Sam and knew that she’d seen the same stance from Buffy several times, thankfully not often at her. Dean was pissed.
“You think I made a deal?”
“That's exactly what we think,” Bobby said as he drew alongside Dean, all three men ignoring Faith.
“Well, I didn't.”
“Don't lie to me,” Dean said, barely controlling his anger.
“I'm not lying.”
Dean moved close to Sam angrily. “So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.”
Faith was about to retort but Sam stood. “Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?”
Dean grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt and Faith knew she shouldn’t interfere. Sam was more than capable of taking care of himself and she’d seen the look in his eyes only ten minutes before; he hadn’t done this. “There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!”
Sam pushed Dean back and the anger was slowly giving way to pain. His eyes started to well up. “I tried everything. That's the truth! I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months, for months, and I couldn't stop it. So, I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.”
Dean looked at his brother’s eyes and saw the honesty in them. There was also a hardness there that hadn’t been there before but he pushed it aside as he looked at his little brother. “It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.”
“Don't get me wrong,” Bobby spoke up, “I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.”
“If he didn't pull me out, then what did?”
Sam looked around his brother to his girlfriend sitting quietly on the bed and couldn’t recall a time when she’d ever been so quiet. As if remembering the woman was there, Bobby and Dean turned around slowly.
“Faith?”
Faith shrugged at Sam. “Dunno. You want me to get B to look into it?”
Sam nodded and walked over to get some beers out of the mini fridge. He gave one to Bobby and Dean and sat down on the bed with Faith, handing her one before opening his own. All of the beers that they carried had a little bit of Holy water in them as a precaution and Sam let a small breath of relief when neither Dean nor Bobby reacted.
“So, what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?”
“Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.”
Bobby glared. “All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?”
“Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.”
Dean frowned and stood, slowly walking over to the table in the corner of the room. He reached behind it and pulled up one of Faith’s black lacy bras. Sam blushed and Faith grinned.
“Oh, yeah. I really feel your pain.”
“I ran into Faith a couple of months back and she’s been helping me out since. She’s a Slayer.”
Bobby choked on his beer. “Slayer?”
“What’s that?” Dean asked and Faith rolled her eyes.
“Sam didn’t know about me either. Basically Slayers are chosen to fight back demons, yadda, yadda, yadda. There’s this whole spiel and stuff but I’ve never been real conventional that way.”
“So you’re a Hunter?”
Bobby glared at Dean. “She’s a lot more than a damn Hunter, boy! You’re not gonna find anythin’ as strong or as quick as her fightin’ with us. There’s only one and she’s chosen to protect the whole world; that in itself should tell ya somethin’.”
Faith shook her head. “Actually there’s not just one.” Bobby frowned and Faith smirked. “My predecessor, B, died and I was called but she was brought back, so there was the two of us. A few years ago we had to fight this wicked evil that was takin’ out our whole line. Long story short: us going into Hell, kickin’ ass, and activating all the potentials.”
“You went into Hell?” Dean asked quietly. The edge to his voice was missed by both Bobby and Sam but Faith gave a small frown.
“There’s more than one entrance; used to live on top of one. That’s where B was. My first time in there but not B’s so we were covered.”
“Who’s this B?” Bobby asked.
“Buffy. She’s the original one,” Faith had to force herself not to roll her eyes. Though the bridge had been mended long ago, there was still a small amount of jealousy that reared its head at the worst of times. “She helps run the school for the mini-me’s back in Ohio but I bet she’s just itchin’ to get outta there. I don’t know how she can stand bein’ cooped up all the time. Me, I’ve been on the road with Sam, killin’ stuff when it needs takin’ out. Way more freedom!”
Dean raised an eyebrow in Sam’s direction and Sam saw the hint of a smirk on his mouth.
“Anyways, uh, we were checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.”
“When?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“When I busted out.”
Booby tore his gaze from the fabled Slayer and looked at Dean. “You think these demons are here 'cause of you?”
“But why?” Sam asked confused.
“Well, I don't know-some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.”
Faith nodded. “I agree with Big Bro on this one. This one time when they brought back B, they brought back some evil son of a bitch that had to take her out to survive.”
“How many times has this chick been brought back?”
Faith shrugged at Dean. “Three, maybe more. As much as I love her, I wish they hadn’t. They did the wrong thing bringin’ her back to keep doin’ this. She should’ve been left in peace.”
“She was in heaven?” Dean asked and once again, Faith heard the small hint of something in his voice that the others didn’t seem to pick up on. Just what did he remember?
“Yeah, she was dead for about four months before they could get the stuff they needed for the spell. Tore her right outta there; it messed with her head pretty bad too. She’s okay now but it was rough for a while. Knowing what pressure she’s under, I honestly don’t know how she does it.”
There was a small silence in the room. Bobby cleared his throat and turned to Dean.
“How you feelin', anyway?”
“I'm a little hungry.”
“No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?”
“Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?”
Bobby sighed. “Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.”
“Well, I feel fine.”
Faith heard it again and this time a deep frown fell on her face. Dean glanced away from her.
“Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.”
“I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.”
“Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.”
“I'll be right back.”
Bobby walked out the door and Sam turned to Faith. “Wanna bring Buffy in on this?”
“Sure, like I said, don’t know how she manages to stay cooped up all the time. Girl’s got mad skills but can’t get out to play.”
Both Faith and Sam saw Dean’s eyes light up and Sam turned back to a grinning Faith. “Maybe we should just call.”
Faith shook her head. “No way, I’m calling her down here now!”
Sam sighed as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Dean stood to leave and Sam reached out and held onto his arm.
“Hey, wait. You probably want this back.”
He reached under his shirt and pulled out Dean’s amulet. Sam could’ve sworn he saw a slight misting in Dean’s eyes but it was gone when he looked again.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, don't mention it.”
Dean pulled the amulet over his head and nodded.
“Hey, Dean, what was it like?”
“What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.”
Sam nodded and neither man noticed Faith entering the room.
“Well, thank God for that.”
“Yeah.”
Then Faith knew. He remembered every bit of it. She knew what Angel was like when he came back and she wondered how Dean was even still functional.