"Don't think of it as hating on their useless battalions," Faith insisted with a smirk. "Think of it as complimenting their wine, because maybe they're too drunk to defend Paris, that's why they surrender so easily."
Faith didn't really know Castiel. Truth was the angel kind of freaked her out. Sure he seemed like an okay guy, maybe, but Faith had enough issues with the whole Powers or God or whatever thing, without dealing with an angel right there. "Sometimes people can forgive once, but twice is too much." She wasn't sure which one she was talking about, Cas or her. "Maybe he won't take it a second time." She sort of hoped so, needed to know that the supposed guardian angel of the Winchesters would do his job if it came up a second time.
He couldn't do it? A brief flash of anger came into her eyes before she forced it back, knowing that letting it linger would cause some massive fight in the middle of a public restaurant. "That's just..." she started before she made herself stop, made herself breathe. There was no way she could see this conversation ending well.
It seemed bitterly ironic in the worst kind of way that Sam was angsting over whether or not the friendship he had had with her was real, when Faith had come to the realization a long while ago that their relationship, as happy as she had been, hadn't been real for those first couple of months. Not while he had been high and running around with Ruby. Even with Sam looking directly at her, she couldn't look at him, looking anywhere else from the wall behind him, to the people a couple of tables over, to the table surface. "And what about us?" She stared at the cheap picture hanging on the wall just behind his right shoulder. "Is the unpleasant talk worth what it's doing to--" she broke off to swallow back the lump forming in her throat. "It feels just like it did before you know. Except kind of worse this time because I know what could be going on." Hidden messages, shorter temper. How long before the lying and the sneaking around?