Faith narrowed her eyes at him. The thing was, she understood Dean. Better than any of the rest of them. For as close as she was with Solvei, for the soft spots in her heart she had reserved for Emily and Sam, Dean was always the one that she understood the best. His desire to deal with everything on his own was probably going to kill him one day.
"Nobody expects you to. But you and Sol are both just tryin' to destroy yourselves and each other and I'm not gonna just sit around and watch you do it. So fuck you, Dean. I'm not going anywhere." Faith said, putting her hands on her hips. She was half surprised that he hadn't tried to strike back at her yet but on the other hand she knew that deep down, Dean knew she was right.
She folded her arms over her chest and just gave him a long look. "You're not getting it straightened out." She told him. "Shit or get off the pot, Dean. You're just torturing yourself drawin' it out like this. You're better than this."