The feel of the wall colliding with his chest came on so fast that Sam barely had time to process what had happened. All he knew was that the wind had been knocked clean out of him while the tiny, holy water wielding brunette that he had been trying to snatch his bottle back from was standing behind him. Pinning him down. Sam growled in frustration, his much larger form holding itself firmly in place against the wall he was pressed against. He had to admit, the woman was strong for her size. But he was bigger. A lot bigger. And that was something that Sam completely planned on using to his advantage. "Didn't mean to offend," he said, twisting his neck enough so that he could feel her breath hot against his ear, "but you don't walk outta here with something of mine with plans on killing a person I consider useful." Useful. As in Angel was going to help him bust out of here. Him and Dean. "It doesn't work that way."
He relaxed his body a little, swallowing hard at the realization as to how close this woman actually was to him. Sam closed his eyes, face tilting back toward the wall. Sam pressed his forehead against the surface, then rammed his shoulder to the side and pushed back. It hurt. Pushing back while Faith had his arm in that lock? Oh, hell yes. It hurt. But he wasn't about to let her win. Not without a fight. So Sam shoved, using his size, weight, and strength to his advantage. Then he twisted around, grabbed Faith by the arm, and pushed her right into the same spot in which he had been pinned only seconds before. "You can drop the water," he growled, long arm pressing down against her right shoulder as to keep her from escaping. "Now."