"I guess even future me's unpredictable huh?" Faith smiled slightly before she pulled out the chair next to Michael, sitting down and pulling her left knee up to lean her chin on. "I'm feeling weird about it, don't get me wrong. I admit I got no idea what I'm doing here," she smirked almost ruefully. "But we'll figure something out and the most important thing is making sure you're okay." He was just a kid and the last thing Faith wanted to do was make him feel unwanted, even by past versions of his parents. No kid should ever have to feel like that. And if that meant mentally filing her freakout into 'deal with later' then she would.
"Besides, you seem like a really cool kid, it makes the weird easier," she flashed a quick grin before sipping at her lemonade.
"And you get the idea of a motel out of your head. I'm looking out for you because I want to, because you're family even if it is in the future. Even if you want to watch TV all night, you do not get to do it in some motel which isn't safe," she nodded firmly. "And besides, even if your dad and I didn't think so, just imagine for a moment what your grandfather would do if you suggested that to him."
John Winchester would freak out at the idea of his grandson camping in some motel room, when there was a home here for him. Faith knew it and had to hide her smirk at the idea of his reaction behind her glass. She glanced quickly at the kitchen clock, wondering how long it would be until Sam came home, hopefully with ice cream and maybe some reassurances himself that Michael wasn't a problem for him.