Faith felt all of her angry resolve fading away as Dean did his best Sam impersonation with the saddest eyes she had ever seen. She lowered her arms, feeling the fight and tension relax out of all of her muscles. Yeah, Faith knew what Dean was saying and she wondered how long it would take them all too recover from the last week.
Well, not her. She was fine. Five by five. She couldn't afford to let the things that upset the rest of them get under her skin. After all, somebody's got to be the sane and reasonable one, guarding the gates. If she ran off to cry and drink and self-destruct too she was sure they would all be fucked.
"I don't think you can fix it." She told him seriously. "I think you just gotta let it be." She shrugged, grabbing a broom he had nearby and sweeping up the broken pieces of glass that littered the floor from her little explosion. Once it was sweeped up into a corner, she rested the broom against the cabinet before looking up at Dean again.