"You're goin' to see Sam?" Faith asked him curiously waiting for him to nod at her. She couldn't help but feel like that was probably a good idea. Dean getting out of town for a few days and going to see his brother (even if it was the sissy version) was probably the best thing for him and Solvei at this point. Faith was running out of solutions and her last resort was knocking their heads together and locking them in her basement.
"I think that's a good idea." She said to him as she took another sip of her coffee. Finishing off her muffin, she folded the paper up into a ball and tossed it on the table. Getting up she stretched a little bit and noticed that Dean seemed to have relaxed despite the way she'd woken him up. Well, good. She was glad because she was sure he was going to have a fit over what she would do next. Better to start out clean.
Walking over to the cabinets she found the liquor one easily enough. It was stocked full of shit. She whistled low under her breath before she started pulling bottles out. Dean seemed to have a different idea, because he gave her a curious look like she might be about to fix them both a drink.
Not by a long shot.
Faith had two bottles of whiskey poured down the drain before Dean caught on and was trying to wrestle the rest of his precious stash away from her. She shoved him away and watched as his back hit the fridge.