Faith looked thoughtful for a second. Warm milk and hugs isn't such a bad thing, I guess. If...you know...I've ever actually had them."
He asked about her dreams and she decided to tell him. It was that she'd purposely glossed over them, just too busy thinking filthy thoughts about the hunter in front of her. "I'll be helping with Sam yeah, and I'll tell you about the dreams too. Sometimes they're just regular nightmares but other times...most times...they're horrible. Things that other people couldn't even imagine..."
She paused for a moment. There were other dreams too. Dreams that told her things. In some ways, those were the worst. She knew she should keep her mouth closed about them but decided against it. It she was really going to throw her lot in with a Winchester, then she had to be truthful. "There are other ones too..." she began hesitantly, "those ones are freaky. They're like seeing the future or something."