Soul3

Faith opened her door at 7.25 pm to Dean, standing relaxed outside her door.

"You look nice," he said to her admiringly, looking at her black off the shoulder blouse and burgundy ethnic print mini skirt. "Kinda like a gypsy."

"That's the fashion." Faith smiled pleased. She looked Dean suggestively up and down. He was looking very urban cowboy. Her gaze lingered a little too long at his crotch for decency. "You're nice too, shaved and washed always makes a difference to a guy I guess."

"Can you see without your glasses okay?" he asked her thoughtfully, noticing she didn't have them on.

"Oh yeah no, I'm blind with out them. " Faith laughed, putting them on. She linked her arm through his. "Let's go have fun."

They walked through the streets together. Both chatting gaily and lying about their respective days.

The one thing Dean did tell Faith the truth about was that he had not yet told his Father, he was married to Faith.

"Chicken," Faith teased him.

"Hey he's ex marine, probably try and talk me into not divorcing you and you're too beautiful to be lumbered with a loser like me." Dean defended himself.

"You are so smooth Dean, it's a wonder you don't slide on your own grease." Faith laughed at him.

Faith squatted down. "Look at those puppies in the display window, aren't they cute?"

Dean bent down with her and looked at the Labrador puppies playing in their pen. "That black one has beautiful dark eyes like you," he joked with a little bit of truth to what he was saying, "Warm and loyal looking, intelligent."

Faith almost fell on the sidewalk with laughing. She looked at a cream puppy walking in the water bowl. "Well that blonde one must be you, cute but thick."

"Ya think I'm cute?" Dean grinned pleased. Sex was looking ninety-nine percent certain with her by the end of the evening.

"Hell yeah, those wicked little freckles on your nose especially," Faith teased touching his nose lightly with her fingers.

"Wicked…., I heard you call the remote a clicker before, you called the bathroom cabinet a cubbid, and you're from Boston aren't you?" Dean asked her, suddenly placing her accent. "Is that where you're family is? What would they think if they knew you got married in Vegas? Are you this big close Irish Catholic family?"

"What you've turned fucking psychic all of a sudden? Faith scoffed rudely, jumping to her feet in the most athletically fluid movement Dean had ever seen on a woman outside of a Chinese gymnast at the Olympics.

Faith hated thinking about her dysfunctional abusive family. She hadn't got a single card or letter of encouragement from one of them, the whole time she was in prison. A good way to ease the pain of that seemed to attack Dean verbally. "My birth place must be on our marriage licence, why try and impress me? You know I'm going to fuck you anyway tonight." she finished brutally. "So don't just bother…"

"No," Dean cut in quickly, hurt and alarmed at her sudden attack. Sex in spite of what she had said, now down to a forty percent chance. He was realizing her family was a bad topic to bring up. "On the form Beside State born in, it has N/A on it. I've kinda been wondering all day what that meant." Dean looked at her alarmed. He didn't know her the first thing about her. Was the chick a psycho? "Ease up on the drama Faith."

"Must be because I was born in Canada," Faith said shortly. "My mother was making a day trip. I came in a rush. I always forget that." After all it wasn't like her drunken bitch of a mother had shared these sweet memories, an aunt had told her that once. She pulled herself together. "We better hurry if we're going to make that show." She looked up at him, seeking forgiveness for biting his head off. Willing him to understand what she really meant. "It's my fault for stopping to look at the puppies."

Dean got dysfunctional families. He put his arm round her again tentatively. "Puppies are not all they're cracked up to be, sometimes."

Faith leaned into him relieved. "I am from Boston. You were right, good guess Winchester."

"I've been there, you're accent is quite mild now." Dean quickly changed the subject feeling Faith tense apprehensively again. "I'm from Lawrence Kansas. I call the end of a loaf of bread a heel, still."

"I've never been to Kansas is it nice?" Faith asked, pleased to be having a normal conversation again.

"Yeah, quiet y'know?" Dean and Faith walked off together, both aware of two pairs of eyes watching their every move. Faith because of her slayer senses, Dean because he and his father had had been sure the F.B.I. was onto them.

Agents Green and Firn had been following Dean since he had gone back to his hotel room. The two agents were biding their time, waiting for Dean and John Winchester to be in the same place at the same time so they could then arrest them.

Faith and Dean walked into the lobby of the star theatre. Faith wondered if the F.B.I. agents were after her. She had a pardon from the Governor of California that the Mexican President had arranged for her. It was in payment to her, for helping to wipe out a group of vampires trying to bring down the Mexican government, eight months ago. However Faith had no trust in politicians, she knew other lobby groups funded by Wolfram and Hart wanted her back in jail.

The Governor of California had been nice to Faith, his wife came from a Boston Irish Catholic family. The Governor knew all about vampires too, who'da guessed? Faith just had to stay out of California.

Faith had seen this movie in prison once, called Les Miserables. (The movie was shown under the regime of a warden who had been going insane.) It was an olden day movie, about this French ex con called Val Jean who went straight and yet kept being persecuted by this asshole with no life called Inspector Javert. Faith had her very own Inspector Javert, she was blonde, in her early thirties and called Detective Kate Lockley.

Now you would think, Faith had often reflected bitterly, with Kate Lockley's own dysfunctional Irish Catholic alcoholic family background she could have some sympathy for a trying to go straight Faith. But you'd have to think again. Kate was perpetually trying to kidnap Faith and bring her back to California so Faith could rot out her youth in prison.

If Kate had managed to get the Fed's involved it would be no surprise to Faith.

Dean and his dad were aware they were being tracked by the F.B.I. for some months. They were using credit cards forged for them by a Hong Kong triad in payment for some demon exorcising they'd done on the triad's leader's son. The Winchesters' had read about the crackdown on the Triad in the papers, three months ago.

Dean needed to shake the Fed's now. He walked past a casino called the Hunters Lodge and pulled Faith in. "I just wanna check out the hunting trophies, they're using for decoration here." He lied to her. "Would you be an angel and just walk through it quickly with me?"

"Yeah sure," Agreed Faith, anxious to get off the street as well. They both walked quickly into the crowded casino.

"Very informative," said Dean glancing at the stuffed moose and bear heads on the wall, all the while trying to get them immersed in the throng of people that were crowding the casino. "I wonder if they've got some on the second floor, do you mind?"

"No, I'm fine." Faith reassured Dean. Faith walked quickly to the stairwell. "We should run though. To make the show."

"Yeah," agreed Dean, they both raced up the stairs. They got to the second floor landing. Dean looked at Faith surprised. "For a smoker,… you're not even puffing."

"Um Pilates," Faith shrugged. "Oh look, the walkway to the next building, lets go that way, I love walkways."

"Walkways and puppies huh?" Dean smiled at her, swiftly pretending to look at the big game heads, mounted on the wall.

They walked rapidly across the walkway on the second storey. The Star Theatre was two buildings away.

"You know what would be fun?" Faith suggested, trying to sound as this suggestion was as normal as daring Dean to a skinny dip, in a hotel pool. "Let's walk the fire escapes on this building; I've always wanted to try something crazy like that. It's dark no one would see us."

"Yeah it's crazy." Dean said uncomfortably. He didn't like heights much. But it was a good idea. "But hey Saturday night date with a pretty girl, doesn't come my way that often. I'm in."

Dean stood in the door way and looked for a security camera. There was none, which was an oversight. He walked over to the fire escape window and tried it. It was stuck fast.

"Here let me, I have knack." Faith used brute strength and shot the window open. "Wrist action." She told an amazed Dean. "You must have noticed this morning, well come on lover, times a wasting."

They both crawled out of the window and ran along the fire escapes. Dean praying internally, Oh dear god don't let me fall, the whole way.

Faith jumped down effortlessly and helped Dean land safely.

"You're so strong." He commented puzzled.

"Eat a lot of spinach." Faith replied. "You're very strong too. Do you work out?"

"Yeah, some of the bastards I hunt are strong devils." Dean said opening door for her to the theatres back entrance.

Dean handed over the tickets he had bought with cash that afternoon. They went into the show with minutes to spare.

"I'll have steak Diane rare." Faith ordered to their waiter, "No fries thanks."

"Thought you didn't like blood?" Dean remembered. "Porterhouse steak thanks."

"Only human," Faith told him, she sipped her white wine. "This place is wicked isn't it?"

"I thought college girls had more fancy tastes than this." Dean said, relaxing over his beer. He had hurriedly text a message to his Dad telling him to switch hotels.

Dean touched glasses with her. "To our short lived marriage and a hopefully painless and cheap divorce on Monday."

"Amen." Faith said in heartfelt agreement, sipping her wine. She lit up her cigarette. "I won't smoke when you're eating." she promised.

"Lucky me." Dean said. The smoking was a major turn off about her, that and the increasing evidence she was crazy. "So what did you study at college? Social sciences you said?"

"Um yeah, but I majored in Spanish." Faith told him unblinkingly. Well her cell mate for two years had been a busted Columbian drug mule who hadn't spoken any English. Faith now spoke Spanish fluently. "What about you, ever go to college?"

"No, I could never let Dad run his business all by himself. He just had too much work for one person to handle. My kid brother's in Stanford." Dean went on. "But I'm probably too dumb to have gone to college. Sammy's the brainy one, wants to be a lawyer."

"God I hate lawyers." Faith informed him candidly. "I'm glad you're not one."

The show started and Faith and Dean immersed themselves in its magic. When their dinner came, Faith helped herself to fries off his plate.

"You chicks always do that." Dean laughed. "Why didn't you order your own?"

Faith grinned. "It's more fun taking yours, I'm not ordering desert either."

"I'm not sharing my sundae, even if we are married." Dean told her, smacking her fry sneaking hand playfully.

Faith shook her hand. "No wonder our marriage isn't working."

The show ended and they caught a taxi back to Faith's hotel to pick up her belongings. They couldn't see the FBI agents anywhere and both were scoping their surrounds, hoping the other didn't notice what they were doing. Faith had told Dean she wanted to swap hotels because of bad drains.

"Do you mind if I use your name just for fun?" Faith enquired, as they stood in the lobby of her new hotel. That would hopefully throw any one looking for her off her trail.

"Be my guest." Dean informed her, carrying her suitcase and lap top for her. "It is kind of freaky huh?" he dug into his pockets and gave her a hundred dollar bill, "On me."

"No my work will pick up the tab." Faith scolded him. "They'll understand once I tell them about the um, drains."

"I didn't think they were that bad." Dean told her. He notched up another thing that was crazy about her, Faith noticed smells that weren't there. Maybe she was schizophrenic, it would explain a lot.

Dean quickly called his father as Faith checked in. John was going to crash the night at a friends place and get the friend to pick their stuff up from their hotel tomorrow. They decided to play the conference by ear. The Winchesters were adept at keeping one step in front of law enforcement agencies.

The new hotel room was shabbier than Faith's last place. Faith rang up room service for a bottle of champagne.

"Why not huh?' she told him. "You only live once."

"Maybe only living once, was how we ended up getting married. You drink a hell of a lot don't you?" Dean continued, knowing it was probably the wrong thing to say.

"Yeah I guess I do drink by the bucket." Faith said not taking offence. She was having a cigarette out the window. "I drink when I'm by myself as well, which is meant to be bad. I travel such a lot though, I don't have anyone to drink with you know?"

"Yeah." Dean acknowledged. "Maybe you should change jobs."

"I can't it's a calling." Faith said bitterly.

"Pest extermination?" Dean queried disbelievingly. "Shit you're a real career girl, you should slow down. Enjoy life y'know smell the flowers or something?"

Faith smirked "What like you? I've only known you a day and it's obvious you think your father's well being, totally depends on you Dean. How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty-five, let's just drop the subject huh?" Dean said annoyed. "Your smoke is drifting in the room too."

"You're free to go." Faith shot back. "Except you won't, because you want to screw me."

"Well I did, but you're so, I dunno… prickly and defensive. It doesn't seem worth the effort." Dean told her honestly.

There was a knock on the door and Dean answered it, taking the bottle of champagne from the room service boy.

Dean plonked it on the table. "Do ya want me to go, Faith?"

Faith hesitated and then told him the depressing truth. "No, even fighting with a one night stand I accidentally got hitched to, is better than spending yet another fucking night by myself." She knew she'd just drink the whole bottle of champagne all by herself if he walked out the door.

"Even fighting with an emo chick, is better than putting my Dad to bed drunk yet again." Dean told her in return. He opened the champagne bottle and found glasses. Faith joined him.

"To us Faith, we're both as emotionally fucked as each other. We're a match made in heaven." Dean toasted.

Faith clinked her glass against Dean's. "Which impersonator at the show did you like the best?"

"The Sammy Davis Jr one, I like Frank Sinatra songs the best I think." Dean told her gently pulling her down on the couch beside him. "'Witchcraft' is timeless."

"I hate witches." Faith said unthinkingly, hooking her legs over his. "So on with their Earth Mother stuff, so holier than thou."

Looking at Faith with astonishment was obviously going to be a regular occurrence with him, Dean realised. He stroked her bare thigh. "How many witches do you know?"

"Um, there was a Wiccan group at college they were fucking lame, as if magic exists." Faith backtracked hastily. She smiled as Dean's hand moved up under her dress.

"Well there might be forces darker than you realise, out there." Dean warned her, tugging down her panties. "I guess David Copperfield would have not been a good choice tonight."

"I'd like to see the gay magicians with the tigers." Faith told him. Dean leaned over and put her wine glass down.

"Let's see them tomorrow huh?" Dean kissed her lightly on her lips. "Go brush your smoker's teeth sweetheart. I want to kiss you and then having slightly meaningful sex."

Faith got up, "Slightly meaningful?"

"I know your last name, you're my wife. It can't be a zipless fuck anymore." Dean grinned, "If that's okay?"

"Are you sure I promised to freaking honour and obey?" Faith said, as she went to the bathroom. Faith brushed her teeth ruefully wondering why she let Dean boss her around. It must be because he was an eldest child, she decided.

She came out and Dean walked over to her and kissed her softly. Faith wasn't used to soft kisses.

It was hard to adjust to the fact she knew Dean now. That someone she knew was taking off her clothes that, someone she knew was carrying her to the bed, that someone she knew was sucking her nipples and probing carefully between her legs. She almost stopped him, as he lowered his face to her groin and began to delicately trace what felt like the alphabet with his tongue, on the one of the most sensitive parts of her antomy.

Faith tried to focus. Dean was in fact licking the alphabet on her nether regions. He didn't go down on women that often, (one night stands were pretty basic with him) and he had heard that this was a good method to ensure female partners satisfaction.

It took the third cycle on the letter M and Faith tensed, cried out and then stilled.

Dean smiled. Objective achieved. His Dad would be proud. Dean grabbed the condom packet in his jeans, and Faith helped him roll the condom on.

Dean lasted longer this time, he managed to bring Faith crying out to another orgasm, Dean came immediately afterwards, triggered by her wail of release.

He pushed himself off her weakly and lay down beside her panting, slick with sweat.

"That was fucking good Winchester. Did you jerk off, before you picked me up at my hotel?" Faith teased him, kissing him enthusiastically, with gratitude.

"Yeah." Dean admitted. He had been determined not to come too quickly this encounter with Faith. "So it lasted long enough, that time?" he checked putting his arm around her.

"Oh yeah," Purred Faith approvingly, resting her head on his chest feeling his pounding heart, "Wicked good."

"You like it rough, don't you sweetheart?" Dean told her kissing her forehead. "I'm sure those finger nail wounds on my back you just inflicted, will heal with time. I hope I just don't have permanent scarring."

"Bullshit Dean, you loved it." Faith laughed at him. "Why is my back bleeding, huh?"

"Self defence!" Dean retorted. He had sensed Faith had been reluctant to let him be on top. He had to exert all his strength, to keep her pinned under him. "You are one fucked up chick. I really like you."