Was she crazy? They couldn't just sit around, waiting for people to come and help them! No one even knew where they were! Did anyone know that they had left in the first place? Despite Faith's words, Sam rammed his shoulder against the door again, mouth setting itself into a thin line as he tried to keep himself from losing his balance throughout the entire process. Yeah, if a Slayer who was way more physically stronger than he was couldn't push that damn door open, Sam didn't know why the hell he didn't think that he could. But he had to keep trying. He couldn't just sit down and wait for - for what? Them to be eaten alive by the heat in here?
Sweat beaded down his forehead as he gave the door another sharp nudge. He was already sweating pretty badly; unlike Faith, the most that he had done was roll up the sleeves of his hoodie. That just wasn't going to cut it anymore. Grunting in annoyance, Sam reached down and pulled the heavy material over his head, carelessly tossing it aside. Now he was in plaid. Sam turned to suggest that they both give it another shot when he caught sight of Faith, yanking up her top.
Yanking. Up. Her. Top.
His mouth fell open and Sam, despite his best efforts, could not keep his eyes from dropping to inappropriate places. What was she doing? Didn't she know - oh, God, they really were going to die weren't they? All that skin. Scarred, but still beautiful all the same. Mouth still hanging, Sam stared at her for what most have been the longest and most inappropriate amount of time before abruptly turning his back to her.
Yeah, they were gonna die. There was no way he'd ever be seeing that otherwise. Oh God.