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[likely_evil]

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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[likely_evil]

"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?"

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

[likely_evil]

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

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

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

[likely_evil]

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

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

"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.

[likely_evil]

"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.

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

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

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

[likely_evil]

"You too. Night Faith."

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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.