Team – Faith, Dean, John & f!Ben, rescuing Sam!
Faith blinked slightly, focusing for just a moment on slipping her knife back onto her belt now that Sam was free, and shifting her sword back ready to use, before she looked back up at Sam. The blood staining his face, down his shirt, splattered drops over the floor.
"I know," she said eventually, looking him in the eyes so he could tell she wasn't just saying it. I know because you promised. I know because you're stronger than that. I know because you wouldn't jeopardize us after everything. All of those went through her head and she meant them all, but what she said, with a half smirk, was "you're not such a messy eater."
The blood drops all over the floor, spraying in one direction. He'd spat it out.
Leaning forward, and swallowing her revulsion at the blood on his face, Faith brushed a light kiss over his lips before she stood back. "We're not out of here yet, can you move okay? Fight at all?" She knew Ben had extra weapons for Sam to use, but that was assuming he was even able to.