"So what did she say?" Sam demanded the moment they were in the car.
Faith watched from her porch as Sam and Dean got into the Impala. She waved as Dean started the engine and closed the door behind herself as they pulled away.
Dean was quiet for a few moments then said, "She saw Dad."
"What?" Sam demanded in surprise.
"A few weeks before he died," he nodded.
"What did he want?"
"She wouldn't tell me."
"What do you mean, she wouldn't tell you? You talked for like an hour!"
"It was about her first vision, but she wouldn't tell me anything else."
"Her first vision? Like ever?" he asked, highly confused. "Why would Dad care about that?"
"What Dad told me before he died, that came from her."
"How do you know that?" he demanded.
He shrugged. "I was eight, I didn't know exactly what she said but I knew it was about you and it freaked Dad out. Pieced some things together…"
Sam looked at him carefully for a few second then excepted it as truth. "Wha'd she say about me?"
Dean smirked. "Got a bit of a crush now that Annie's all thin, huh?"
"Faith told you something about me. What was it?"
"Look out for the clap."
A grin spread over Dean's face and Sam shook his head in annoyance. "Jerk."
"I swear!" Dean laughed. "Word for word what she said. 'Tell Sam to look out for the clap.'"
"Seriously, Dean."
"Seriously?" Dead repeated, his tone sobering up. "You're in good shape."
"Really?" he demanded. "That's what Faith said?"
He nodded. "Really. Well, you know, apart from the whole gonorrhea thing." He started laughing again and Sam turned back to stare angrily out at the road. "Oh, come on! Lighten up, would ya? It's curable, so it's funny!"
