Prompt: #17 air
Pairing: Faith, Sam, Dean (or Faith/Sam/Dean if you look at it right)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I am making no profit from the use of them.
Sometimes Faith loved the crisp air of night that reminded her of South Boston. Fucked up as it was sometimes, it was familiar, it was easy and she knew how to survive.
All of that had nothing to do with why she was hanging out of the window of a classic car going 60 mph down an interstate freeway. That was just her being bored.
“Faith? What the hell?”
Faith laughed as she slid back in. “You gotta relax Sammy.”
“Been telling him that for years sweetheart.” Dean said.
“Yeah well, we'll see what we can do about that tonight.”