The questions themselves were was nearly impossible to answer as it was, not because they didn't all have answers, but because the answers sucked. Claire couldn't say Sam would have told Faith because she knew Sam lied – he'd lied to Claire herself about things since the moment she'd met him here, in fact. He was still incredibly important to her and she'd do anything for him, but it didn't change that she'd long ago accepted that one didn't always get the truth from Sam Winchester.
But the way Faith asked those questions, the way she held herself after asking them, nearly made Claire overfill Faith's glass. Setting the bottle down, she sucked in a breath, all the little signs and clues sliding in to place in the mind of someone who knew it all well, because she'd been there too – silently in love with a Winchester brother.