Pairing: Faith, Dean, mentioned past Faith/Dean and implied Faith/evil!Sam
Warnings: a little violence.
“Hey big brother.”
Dean turns and sees her smiling before licking her lips.
He has Faith against the wall the next second. “You got a thing for me like this?” She purrs.
Dean almost drops her instantly, revulsion kicking in as quickly as the memory. He thinks that maybe if he could've killed her before, the last time when he had her like this, instead of trying to get into her pants, then maybe all of this wouldn't happen. Sammy would be with him instead of being possessed and he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands because he couldn't bear to end his baby brother's life.
But Faith? He has no problem pressing the blade of his dagger against her throat just a little more. He sees a trickle a blood and feels some sick satisfaction at that.
It doesn't last thought. Faith grips his wrist and squeezes until the dagger falls out of his hand. Her punch sends him staggering back and by the time he's steady again, Faith pulls him so that she has him on the wall this time, his blade staring him in the face. “Sorry baby." Faith says. "Sammy does the knife play better.”
“Where is he?” Dean grits out.
Faith shrugs. “Probably out screwing. Or maybe killing. It's hard to tell which one gets him off more.” She lets go of him and ducks the punch that she anticipated coming. “I just saw a familiar car and stopped by to say howdy.” She grins slowly as she lets the meaning of the words sink in.
Dean growls in frustration and just like that- the fight is on.
Just what Faith wanted.