likely_evil | In which Sam calls an old friend...

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In which Sam calls an old friend...

After the Pastor left, and Sam got Cas comfortable on the other bed, Sam walked outside to get a soda. He just stared at the machine, then finally punch the button for the drink. Then he punched it again, and again and again until the machine had a large fist sized series of dents and Sam was using the bottle to ice his knuckles as he walked back to the room.

He was trapped there. Well, not really trapped, but Cas needed to rest and recover from whatever the whore had done to him. And Dean...

So this was what it felt like to be abandoned. Not just Dean telling him not to come back, or saying goodbye over a phone because it was better apart, or even Dean dying. This was deliberate, and now Sam understood what Dean had to feel every time he had walked out on him.

He tried to call Dean again, but of course he wasn't answering. But he needed someone to talk to. He had already called Bobby to tell him, and he and Cas would make their way there in the morning. There was nothing they could do right now, not without knowing where Dean was. Stupid Nokian symbols.

He rolled the ball over his contact list, then stopped when it highlighted the name FAITH. God, it had been months since they had talked, since the time she had been possessed and tried to kill him and Dean in fact.

Sighing, he hit send and wondered if she would even pick up. Right now he could just use a good, sober friend to talk to for awhile.

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Being possessed hadn't been a barrel of laughs. It had been one giant fucking nightmare after another and it had taken the Winchesters exorcising her (which was also a whole hell of a lot of not fucking fun)to wake her up.

She'd gone into serious hiding after that. It had taken prison to help her get her head on straight when she'd fucked up the first time, and even though it hadn't been her behind the wheel when Naamah had gone on her killing spree, it had still been blood on Faith's hands, and Faith's body. There was no way she was going back to prison so she'd isolated herself. Her own personal solitary confinement. It hadn't kept her from keeping up with what was going on in the world. She'd had a high roller taking up space for months, all the knowledge of that bitch stuck in her head and not a damn thing she could do about it.

So she patrolled. She patrolled and she slayed and she took out every ounce of aggression she had on every single demonic son of a bitch. Until her phone rang. The decision was made before she'd had the chance to really think better of it.

"Talk fast, Winchester."

"It's Apocalypse now, and I'm stuck at a motel after being abandoned." Sam said softly, closing his eyes.

It was the fastest explanation he could think of, and he took a deep breath.

"I don't know what to do."

He sounded broken, and it was a sound that she knew all too well. Her pride was something she'd gotten used to sacrificing a while ago, and the fact of the matter was that she owed him. Owed him and Dean both.

"Where?"

He told her the town and the motel he was at, then looked down at his knuckles.

"I have to leave in the morning. Cas... he's healing and after that we're going to... figure this out. But I can't be alone right now. I just... can't. And I especially can't fall asleep right now like this."

If he fell asleep and Lucifer found him in his dreams... he could feel his strength slipping away and he couldn't let that happen.

Faith sighed. "I'll be there in two hours."

Just because she'd been keeping to herself didn't meant that she hadn't been following the hot spots.

It didn't take long for her to pack her things and steal a bike, and she was there in half the time she'd said. With a deep breath she knocked and waited, wondering how much of a mistake this was.

Sam looked over at the unconscious angel and closed his laptop before heading for the door. He saw Faith through the peek hole and sighed before opening it.

He leaned in the doorway, exhausted. "You made good time."

"Yeah well, thought it might be important."

She didn't wait for an invitation into the room and simply slid past him to set her bag down on the floor.

"You look like hell, Sammy boy."

Sam closed the door and checked the salt line before he just leaned against it.

"It's been a bad few months. And tonight..." he sighed and shook his head. "I just can't keep this going while I'm watching everything crash down around me."

"Nothin's gonna crash tonight. I got this." She hooked a thumb over at Cas.

"Flyboy is lookin' worse for wear too. He even still breathin' or whatever it is that the angel types do?"

"Demon tossed a nasty curse at him. Between that and shit that's gone on the last few weeks, he..."

Sam looked at Cas sympathetically and sighed. "He'll be ok after a few hours sleep."

"Same hold for you? You gonna be ok with a few hours of sleep?" It was a question that she figured she already had the answer to, and that answer was No.

"I can't sleep. Not right now."

"That why you called in the cavalry? Needed someone to keep you awake?" Faith licked her lips and made herself comfortable.

"Don't know whether or not I should be flattered right about now."

He snorted a bit, then sat down across from her. "I needed someone who knows what's going on to talk to. I... I'm scared."

He caught her up to date on things that were happening, keeping it more brief and factual than personal. But it was hard and he rubbed his eyes.

"I just don't know what to do..." he said softly when he finished.

She listened while he caught her up and was careful to keep her face neutral. Sam wasn't the same person she'd met in that bar so many months ago and the strain of everything was obviously weighing on him pretty damn heavily.

"Don't give up for starters. Gotta be a way to get that idiot brother of yours before he does somethin' completely stupid, at least worse than his normal level of stupid. And it might not be a bad idea to rest up. You look like the walkin' dead."

Before he could bother protesting she held up a hand to stop him. "Nothin's gonna get you while I'm here which is why I'm guessin' you called me in the first place. Though, gotta tell ya, of all the people to call to help you keep your head on straight? Pretty sure you could have found someone better."

Sam rubbed his neck. "Most of the people who I thought were my friends are trying to kill me now. We've already gotten past that."

He shrugged. "I trust you won't kill me while I'm sleeping. And sometimes... it's nice to hear from old friends."

"Damn if I don't know how that feels. Nothing gives you the warm and fuzzies quite like bein' betrayed. But yeah. Guess you got a point." Faith stood and put a hand on his shoulder, something that might have been comical if the circumstances were different. Sitting down Sam was nearly her height but it made it convenient for her to put some of that Slayer strength to use when she started rubbing at the knots in his muscles.

"Been there, done that even if I wasn't exactly myself at the time."

Sam couldn't help the small groan that escaped his lips as she massaged his shoulders. It had been a long time since he had someone do that, and there were a mess of knots that had been building up in the last few years.

His hand came to his chest a bit, still remembering the feel of the shotgun rounds hitting him and ripping his insides to shreads moments before everything just went black. "i never wanted to hurt anyone, but apparently that's all I really seem to be doing anymore."

Faith worked each of his muscles with steady hands going over the areas that got the loudest sounds from him.

"Always gonna be someone that gets hurt no matter what you do. Way of the world, handsome."

"I miss when our jobs were about just saving people. And damn you're good with your hands..."

She smirked despite herself at that. "I could probably make a comment about that right about now, but I think it might fall under takin' advantage of you. And nothin' ever stays simple. Just not the way life works."

"I didn't mean it in that way..." Sam rolled his eyes, then sighed as she got another good spot.

He also wouldn't mention that he might not object to being taken advantage of at the moment. Not like it was really the best time or place, but god he was hurting and could use a gentle touch right now.

"And life lately just sucks."

"No?" She let one hand drift toward his chest, the stroke of her fingers slow and deliberate to gauge his reaction.

"Wouldn't know any different, Sammy. Always had a shitty ride."

Sam was a man and Faith was hot. There was no way he wouldn't react. And normally he would push her away and do the nervous puppy bit, but he was just too worn and frayed at the edges to protest. "Now you're just teasing..." he pointed out, then sighed as his hand went up to stop hers and just hold it.

"Same here."

"I don't do a lot of teasin' without following through. Thought you would've figured that out by now." He'd stopped her hand, but he hadn't let go and she took that as a sign to keep going.

"Maybe we can both get a little somethin' then."

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I want to punch LJ in the face.

me too.

I say we break out the pitchforks

a witch! a witch!

... now I want to watch Monty Python

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