Faith was about to break into a run when she almost tripped over something in the dark. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the gloom as she looked down and realized it was an arm. An arm attached to a very dead looking half breed demon. She had to swallow down bile that was threatening to rise at the sight before she jumped as Castiel gently eased her to one side with a murmured apology. Faith frowned as she watched the angel crouch down by the body, using some kind of mojo as the demon began to draw in a raspy breath again.
"What the hell happened?" She looked up, making her way more cautiously over to where Claire and Dean's voices were. By the time she reached them, her eyes were accustomed enough to make out the dark stains on both of their clothes. Undeniably blood. And Faith was guessing a lot of theirs.
"Okay, what the fuck happened?" The concern was clear in her voice as she stepped in close to get a good look at the pair of them, her heart in her mouth in case either of them was seriously hurt.