Faith laughed as she let Michael lead them towards the kitchen, to some sugary goodness that really they'd all more than earned. Tired as she was, she couldn't stop the smile over her face, the simple relief at being here. With the man she loved and the 12 year old son she'd only recently met. Even though she moved from being quite so pressed to Sam's side, she still let her hand slide down to grab hold of his, not wanting to let go yet. Probably for the rest of the night in fact.
"Of course with marshmallows," she agreed, privately thinking of the whiskey for her and Sam too. "Would I try to give you hot chocolate without marshmallows?" The idea was just silly.
"As for the details," she grinned proudly at Sam before looking back at Michael. "Your Dad is way stronger than Eve ever gave him credit for and your parents both happened to kick some serious ass. As did your grandpa, Uncle Dean and Ben." A Winchester team up. Pretty epic.
"Eve should have figured out that messing with us is a really bad plan," she nodded decisively, as she began to look in the cupboards for the chocolate and marshmallows.