Faith folded her arms over her chest as she watched Dean mouth off about being fine. Right. And she was changing her name to Madonna. "Shut up." She said to him when he just kept running his mouth. She thought it was funny that he was calling Sol a bitch and talking about how she talked too much.
She really wanted to hit him but she was holding back for the time being. She wasn't exactly sure why yet. "You're not the bad guy." She told him seriously, calmly as she looked into his eyes. "Cause see, if you were the bad guy? I might actually still have a little bit of respect for you."
She tilted her head to the side but didn't smirk, just kept giving him the same calm look. "This is just you feeling sorry for yourself and I gotta tell you? It's fucking pathetic. I mean this is it? This is the big, bad Dean Winchester?" I snickered a little bit.
"You couldn't go two rounds with a puppy right now." She pointed out to him. It was a fair point. Dean was visibly in rough shape this morning.