Faith wasn't a freaking babysitter. Somehow, though, she found herself agreeing when Dean asked her to check on his brother. Maybe it was because he was cute. Maybe it was because there was something about the guy she kind of liked, even if he insisted on calling her "bad slayer."
She was more likely to visit the other bar in town, seeing as how it was The Rabbit Hole that signed her paychecks. Faith knew where The Hanged man was, though. It was a decent place and she supposed she could use a drink, herself.
Besides, a promise was a promise. She'd told Dean she would look out for his little brother. Some part of him also felt bad for the guy. Finding out your life was a television show kind of sucked and Faith? Well, she was the queen of questionable things. She knew a lot about desperate situations, about doing the wrong thing, whether it was for the right reasons or the wrong ones.
She recognized Sam from the little pictures on the network and tried to make it look casual as she slid onto the stool next to and ordered a shot of bourbon.
"Hey, Sam, right?" she asked, looking over at him after a moment.