"You did what you had to." Dean's voice was quiet. "You didn't stop it because you knew that you couldn't let that thing keep going, you couldn't risk losing anyone else...so you took a chance."
Dean reached again for the alcohol, savoring the burning sensation in the back of his throat before continuing, and when he did, his voice was a little raspier than normal. Dammit, this wasn't fair. They all cared about Faith. They all cared about so many people that were replaced with godawful versions, and no one knew when things would go back to normal. If they ever would.
"She would have wanted it that way." It was no consolation at all, but it was all Dean had to offer, the fact that Faith, the badass slayer, would never want something like that running around in a body identical to hers.