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This story is No. 6 in the series "Life in A Minor". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith isn't one to stay and Dean isn't one to wait for a girl ... but they do.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Faith-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterDamiaFR1524,411363,9623 Feb 084 Jun 08Yes

Chapter One

Artist: Three Days Grace
Song: Over and Over

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognized (and probably don't own anything you don't recognize either)
Note: This is a birthday present for RavenMorbisk

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Faith struck a match and lit her cigarette with it before tossing the still lit match on the remains.

"Smoking will kill you," Sam told her with a sigh. She gave him a mirthless smirk.

"Only legal form of suicide," She said with a shrug. Dean frowned at her and then at his brother. He hated it when they fought. Hated it more when they tag teamed against him. That was the woman he couldn't be without though. Faith wasn't like anyone else around.



I feel it everyday it's all the same
It brings me down but I'm the one to blame
I've tried everything to get away




Faith finished her cigarette and tossed the butt on top of the smoldering ashes in the ground.

"Let's get out of here," Dean ordered the other two, walking to the car and getting in the drivers side. Faith climbed into the back silently and watched her lover with tortured eyes. Sam slammed the door and stared out his window. Faith knew it was wrong to bait the boy, but she couldn't help herself. He was just so ... naive. Sweet and naive and a chip on his shoulder that rubbed Faith the wrong way. The car stopped and all three climbed out.

"I'll see you guys later," Faith snagged her bag out of the trunk, tugged on her helmet and swung herself up on her motorcycle.

"Faith, what are you doing?" Dean asked, his voice sounding as tired as Faith felt.

"It's time for me to go, it's been fun," Faith kick started her bike roared into the night. Dean sat on the bumper of his car, his head in his hands, for over half an hour.



So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I do this?




Faith downed another cold beer, lining up for the final shot. "Eight ball, corner pocket," She sunk the ball and collected her winnings, grabbing another beer and heading to the dance floor. Bodies gyrating, sweat pouring, breathing hitched. Men stopped and stared and Faith reveled in it. She grabbed one man, hands groping, lips promising, eyes teasing. He followed her outside and she pushed him against the side of the bar. Their mouths fused and thoughts bombarded her.

There weren't supposed to be thoughts. Faith didn't think when her libido was involved, she felt. She felt and fought and took what she needed before disappearing. Dean had gotten under her skin though. She couldn't get away from him, whether he was literally beside her or not. The man was good, his mouth was trailing down her chest and her body wanted this. Her body craved the touch. Her mind was screaming for her to get away though. She pushed him away.



Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to




Faith broke every law there was, cutting people off, speeding, ignoring traffic signs, and narrowly missing a pedestrian. She pulled into the motel and parked the bike, throwing her helmet on the ground and pounding on the door to the Winchesters room. Dean answered, rubbing his eyes. Faith jerked his head down and kissed him roughly. His hands dug into her leather jacket and pulled her tightly against him. She tore away for a moment.

"I'm sorry," She started. Dean shook his head and laughed humorlessly. He disentangled himself and grabbed his bag, before going outside and grabbing hers off her bike. Faith led the way to her room. She should have known she'd be back. She hadn't even checked out. She opened the door and tossed the helmet she'd retrieved onto the floor and stripping off her jacket.



It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down and I can't pull away




Dean dropped both bags to the ground inside the room and kicked the door shut. He grabbed Faith and picked her up by the hips, slamming her back against the wall. Faiths hands skimmed his neck and she craned her head back as he tasted her neck. Deans mouth worked it's way south as his hands caressed her from hip to breast, bunching her shirt up as he went. Faith gasped as he bit the swell of her breast and she ripped his shirt, trying to reach bare skin. Dean set her on the ground and they were tearing at each others clothing, tasting bare skin, tongues dancing as lips collided.



So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I do this?




Sam woke up alone, he glanced around the room and noticed his brothers bag missing. Standing up he walked to the window and peaked through the curtains. Faiths bike was parked next to the car. She was breaking his brother. Dean was in love, something that Sam had never thought to see, and Faith was a fucking basket case. Couldn't commit, but couldn't stay away. Dean wouldn't listen to anything against her though. Sam didn't know how long they would last. Faith seemed to get claustrophobic and she'd take off. The first time she'd left, she'd been gone for months. Now she couldn't last an entire night. He wasn't sure if that was for the best or not.



Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to




Dean woke up in a panic. He was alone in bed. She'd left again. She was always running away from him. He wouldn't admit how much it hurt him to see her go, but it was something that she had to do. There was a saying. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, ... and she kept coming back. So he kept letting her go. He'd tracked her down a few times, but she was good at disappearing, and eventually she'd come back. He heard a toilet flush and the bed creaked down a few moments later.

"You didn't leave," He said, trying to stop the relief from entering his voice. He failed.

"Maybe I should though. I keep fucking up," Faith answered. He turned over to look at her, pausing to marvel at her beauty. He'd never met a woman so comfortable in her nudity.

"I'd rather you stop leaving," Dean told her, trying not to let her see how weak and vulnerable she made him feel. He'd do anything for her. Anything to keep her safe and make her happy.



Over and over, over and over
You make me fall for you
Over and over, over and over
You don't even try




Faith bit her lip. He wanted her to stay. Wanted her to be with him, and she just kept hurting him. She didn't even know why she kept leaving. Dean made her feel safe, wanted. Loved. No one had ever done that to her before. She didn't want sex when she was with him. She wanted love and emotions other than the simple craving and taking. He was sweet, though he'd be the last to admit it. He could kick ass with the best, drank too much, swore like a sailor, and before she'd come into the picture he'd had a different girl every night. When he looked so tired and so vulnerable she felt like a heel. It made her feel like she was fucking everything up, and she'd leave, just take off and leave him to find something better. But she couldn't seem to stay away.



So many thoughts that I can't get out of my head
I try to live without you, every time I do I feel dead




"I ..." Faith stopped. She didn't know what to say. How to explain her emotions. Dean pulled her down to him gently, running his hands through her hair before dragging her to lay over him.

"You don't mean to run away. I get that. You don't have to apologize for your nature," He told her, his eyes locked with hers. Faith lay her head on his chest and listened to his heart.

"Someone once told me I was broken. I didn't believe them until I met you," Faith told him. Dean wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"They were wrong. I don't think your broken. ... Maybe a little bruised," He smiled as her chuckle vibrated through his chest.



I know what's best for me
But I want you instead
I'll keep on wasting all my time




Sam and Dean waited in the diner as Faith made her call. She paced back and forth, fighting not to bite her thumbnail.

"Hello?" The British voiced asked in a clipped tone.

"Giles? It's Faith," Faith told him redundantly. The head of the International Watchers Council knew all of the Scooby voices by heart. They were his kids.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, knowing instantly that the call was important.

"I'm going to be staying with the Winchesters indefinitely. I thought you should know," Faith told him taking a deep shaky breath.

"You're serious about him then?" Giles asked, knowing it was about the boy. It could only be about the boy.

"Yeah," She told him.

"Then I wish you the best of luck. You'll still be on-call for anything serious, but I think we can have some of the younger slayers handle the small things," Giles told her, reminding her of her duty to the IWC.

"Thanks Giles," Faith said before hanging up and going into the diner.



Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to




"Will you stop being such a girl," Dean was telling Sam as Faith walked up to the table.

"What did I miss?" Faith asked with a laugh.

"Dean being a douche," Sam glared at his brother. Dean glared back and Faith leaned into the booths seat. This felt like home.


Over and over, over and over
You make me fall for you
Over and over, over and over
You don't even try to
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