"Well, then she expects too much." Faith said, not really agreeing or disagreeing with Dean. She had no idea what Solvei expected right now. She was just sick with grief as far as Faith could tell and that meant her expectations along with everything else were completely unreasonable at the moment.
The two of them were silent for a few minutes as they cleaned the wreck of a kitchen that Faith had created. She figured at least she brought breakfast. And she was helping to clean it up, when really she should just do what he asked and leave.
"If it makes you feel any better, I like this version of you way better." She admitted to him. Faith didn't really have a problem with the other Winchesters in this world but she wasn't exactly their number one fan at this point considering how quickly they had taken offense to what she had originally assumed to be good natured playfulness.
"Even if you are drunk and pathetic." She added in, just to make sure she wasn't being too nice. "Good luck with other Sammy. Kid's a pussy. You gotta toughen him up."