Who: Faith and Dean What: Faith is putting on the Mean Mommy pants. Where: Dean's apartment When: Tomorrow morning Warnings: A lot of name calling and slap fighting
Faith had had it. She had reached the breaking point of wanting to throttle Dean and Solvei to death. Their drama had become everyone's drama and Faith had had enough. Between Sol's suicide missions with a vampire and Dean drinking himself into a coma every night she knew it was time for some tough love. She'd tried to leave it to Emily for as long as she could but obviously a good cuddle wasn't what these two doofuses needed to snap out of it.
She decided to take matters into her own hands. She'd already smacked Sol a good once or twice the night before for being stupid enough to get drunk and fight vampires. She hadn't let her friend leave the house either and when Faith left in the morning Sol was still sound asleep in the guest room.
Now she had bigger fish to fry. This had been a long time coming. She really didn't have anything against Dean, it was just that she tried to keep things nice and even with him by sending Em off to deal with him while she dealt with Solvei. But Dean, the jackass that he was, had taken it the wrong way and was always trying to start shit with her. Well, now she was gonna finish it.
Dumping a large bucket of ice water on his head while he was still asleep in bed, Faith smirked at him as he spit and sputtered and got up faster than she'd ever seen anyone get up before.
"Rise and shine, Cowboy." She said to him, knowing full well just how hungover he was. "Breakfast?"