Who: Faith and Dean Where: His cabin What: Trying to figure out how to get people out of Lucifer’s grasp. When: Early morning. Rating: High, cause they’ll be figthing. Open: Not this time. Status: In progress
One of the downfalls of being a Slayer was the lack of sleep one got. A Slayer was always on edge, ready to go, and never slept till they’ve worn their selves out. Faith was wide awake as she laid next to Dean, unable to sleep, and instead of waking him up for another go, she slipped out of the bed to look over the maps and things he had for trying to figure out how to get those people out.
Slipping on his shirt, she moved to sit at the small table, carefully, not to wake him, she opened the map and in her head she started to figure out different ways to get the people out. The problem was, with her backup, they were bound to get hurt and Faith had enough faith in herself to know she wouldn’t. However, she was being a little too cocky, but that was how she was. If she didn’t think she was the shit, who else would?