He grabbed his jacket as he was getting ready to leave. Faith crossed her arms, standing in the hallway.

"So that's it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You bring me home, tell me some crap that you use as a way to back out of any real action, then act like the gallant hero as you stroll out the door? I don't buy it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Faith..."

"So my only conclusion is that you're gay and sleeping with your brother."

"What?!" Sam looked at her with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

"It's the only way to explain it."

She was smirking, baiting him. And he knew it, but he couldn't leave like that. So instead he strode across the room, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss. She responded back, pulling herself in close against him, grinding a bit to make his groan.

When he let go she gently bit his neck. "Dean's a lucky man," she teased.

He just growled and kissed her again, and could feel her laughing against his lips.