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He had gone into hiding further than he had before, squatting now in some abandoned ranch house in nowhereville, Texas. These were the times he was grateful for the satellite internet card that he had on his computer that was linked to his cell phone account. At least he had the internet to amuse him while he was alone.

There was also a small lake out behind the house, and after checking the water for possible contaminates, he took to doing a bit of skinny dipping and caught his first bath in days. Which of course made it so that he couldn't hear his phone ring, and came back to seeing that he had a voicemail.

He hesitated, then went to listen to it. If it was Dean or Bobby, he needed to know. But it wasn't either of them. It was Faith, and from the sound of it, she was running scared.

His thumb hesitated over the calling back button. He knew he wasn't going to be of any help to her. She was strong and able to take care of herself, right? Hell, she all but boasted about it to the world.

But why was she calling him for help then?

Tossing the towel onto the back of a chair, he finished getting dressed, then went and picked up the phone. If anything, he could give her some over the phone advice.

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With everyone and everything in the world hunting for Winchesters, Naamah hadn't expected an easy time of it. When you were literally trapped between Heaven and Hell, angels and demons alike looking to use you to further their own ends, you either got smart or got used. The Winchesters had gotten smart, it was true, but she had gotten lucky.

In choosing this body she'd chosen an unrealized connection, one that she'd quickly put to use by placing that call. It was a waiting game to be sure, so she comforted herself with thoughts of the reward that could potentially come from it. Her biggest problem in all of it was that neither brother was stupid, Sam being especially cautious after his dealings with Ruby. It made her job harder, which is why it was a good thing she enjoyed a challenge.

He heard the phone pick up and took a deep breath. "Are you ok?"

Effecting the worried tone was easy enough as she faked a shaky breath. "Nothing I won't heal from, but one of my slayers..."

She let the sentence trail off so he could make his own assumptions. Lies were more easily believed if they were never spoken out loud, and the truth was that she'd killed the girl herself. Foolish thing had come looking for Faith, looking to help. In the end she'd helped relieve some of Naamah's boredom, but nothing more.

"Yeah, tricky bunch, like you told me. But you're ok now?"

He could hear the shaky, which was odd hearing it from her. Faith never got shaky except after nightmares.

"Not ok. She's dead. One of mine, one of the ones I trained. She came looking to help and they killed her."

She let some of the anger and frustration coming from her hostess to lace through the words. Anger was a natural response with human grief, silly creatures.

"Alright, calm down."

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face. "Who killed her? Where are you? Are you somewhere safe?"

"The council, fucking bastards." And while her tone conveyed grief and worry, she studied her nails and noted the fact that she would need a manicure soon.

"For now, I think. Motel in Arkansas."

"You should get out of there if they have someone on your tail."

He didn't know any safe waystations along the way. As it was he was squatting. And while he liked Faith, he wasn't going to bring this kind of shit down on Bobby's head while he was still... yeah.

"I'm... I'm sorry." He was saying it alot. At least he hoped that it would be helpful here.

"I was in Kansas, I should be good." A little vulnerability went a long way and it was amazing how much you could pack into simple words. Like bluffing during a card game.

"I just... I don't know. I don't even know why I called you. Couldn't really talk to anyone else that'd understand it, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know. I can talk if you want to."

It was going to take a little more than vulnerability to get Sam out of hiding.

If it had been that easy then he wouldn't have been worthy to host Lucifer himself, so she continued the game.

"I'm not even sure what to say... I'm angry. She was so young, Sam. She shouldn't have died. I feel like it's my damn fault."

"It's not your fault, Faith. She made the choice to follow this path. I'm sorry that you're hurting, but thinking that way will only make it harder."

"I just keep seein' her face, Sam. The nightmares... "

"I know." He ran a hand along his face. There was nothing he could do anyway from where he was. "Ever thought about taking drugs to help you sleep at night?"

"Slayer metabolism, they kind of roll right off." She sighed into the phone. "Haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in a month."

"Since the night you were with me, huh?"

"Kind of sad when three hours in a row is considered decent."

"I wish there was something I can do... but I don't think there is."

"You're doin' it. Thanks."

Pushing him would only drive him further away. While not completely out of character for the Slayer, it wouldn't do her any good right now.

"Well, I should get going. It's getting dark here, and I've got some things to do in the morning."

Like call Dean and tell him about Lucifer. He had been putting it off and he had to do it. See if Dean would let him come back.

"Alright. Hopefully one of us can get some sleep. Take care of yourself."

Baby steps. Patience. All things she'd learned over time.

"You too. Night Faith."

Naamah hung up the phone and lay back against the bed in her suite. She'd find Sam eventually and hand deliver him to Lucifer. It was only a matter of time.

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