Faith was sitting on the couch in the living room when Dean came in, she glanced up at him when he sat down next to her. Immediately she stood up and started to pace in front of him slightly. Dean didn't know about this and if Dean didn't know, Faith sure as hell didn't know.
"Maybe we should call somebody." She offered gently. She wasn't sure how he was gonna react to the reoccurring idea that maybe Emily needed more help than the two of them could give her. "You know, a doctor. Take her to... a hospital."
She didn't want to come right out and say the Nut House because she figured Dean was going to be a lot less likely to go along with the idea that way. He was just staring at her and so she let out a sigh and folded her arms over her chest. She felt guilty. Really fucking guilty actually and she didn't know what to do.
"I don't know, dude. You know her better than I do. Has she ever snapped like this before?" She asked him, finally pausing again in front of him.