If there was one way to piss Faith off, it was to talk about her "high horse". Faith Lehane didn't have a high horse. If she did, it was because she stole it from Buffy just to piss her off.
Grabbing Dean by his shirt she picked him up, literally pulling him off of his feet and slamming his back down on the counter with a push that knocked all of the contents to the floor below. Some were dishes that broke, but it wouldn't be the first time that Faith and Dean broke a few dishes.
"I'm not gonna get the hell out. Cause you know what?" She leaned in closer to him, holding him down on the counter. "Me getting out hasn't done you much good. Oh, I tried to be the good one. Y'know? I let Em do the meddling and I stayed the fuck out of it, but you just couldn't let me, could you? Had to keep draggin' me back into it. Don't put your shit on me, Winchester. I've had about enough."
Seething now, Faith threw him on the floor watching as he landed hard on top of all of the things that had been pushed off of the counter.
"Don't you tell me what I give a shit about."
Faith had spent most of her childhood cleaning up after her drunken mother. She wasn't gonna do it for Dean now.