"Yeah, I think so too," Dean shrugged and sat there before grabbing another muffin. "These are good, where'd you get them?" He asked as he took a bite from the new muffin. He was glad to be leaving for a few days, if it was even that long, he didn't care. Just to even get away for a day would be nice for him and well, hanging with his brother. There were a few things Dean wanted to ask him, anyway.
Faith got up from the table and went to the kitchen, opening up cabinets like she was searching for something. He raised his eyebrow, watching from where he was sitting when she grabbed two bottles of whiskey. It's never too early for a drink. He finished off the muffin and tossed the paper onto the table when he heard something pouring, and by the time he was up and out of his chair, the bottles were empty.
"HEY!" He yelled and slapped at her hands as they found their way inside the cabinet, but she shoved him hard and he went back, hitting the fridge hard.
"What are you doing that for?" He asked her this time as he got back up. Leaning over, he kept his eyes on her. "What? Am I some kind of alcoholic or somethin? And I thought Solvei was dramatic." He rolled his eyes and walked over, slamming the cabinet shut.