And I'm just the devil with a lung to spare

Faith and Dean ordered breakfast in their room so they were able to make love one more leisurely time. Faith hadn't let Dean get that much sleep the night before and he lay in bed watching her get dressed, thinking it was unfair she seemed fresh as a daisy.

"Sleep in." Faith urged him insistently. "I can sneak back and see you at lunchtime."

"Your business meeting that boring or you get a kick out of sneaking back for a quick screw?" Dean asked her.

"Both." Faith answered, blowing him a kiss as she walked out the door. "Go on stay, I can tell you think your big game convention is pretty lame too."

Dean called his father as soon as Faith left the room. "So what's the deal?" Dean asked his Dad.

"They followed the luggage back to my hotel but I think I've thrown them. We should head out of town now." John told him. "Where are you?"

"I kinda have business I need to take care of here Dad." Dean told him, positive he could avoid his father ever finding out Dean got married in a Las Vegas wedding chapel.

"What business?" his father demanded disbelievingly. "Are you holed up with some girl? This is serious Dean blow her off."

"It's not that exactly, look its private okay." Dean said defensively to his father. "I'll meet up with you in San Diego on Tuesday night."

"Private is code for you shacking up with some girl." John Winchester snapped disapprovingly. "I'm real disappointed in you son."

Dean felt frustrated. At twenty five couldn't he have something private from his Dad? Couldn't his Dad trust him a little?

"I'm sorry you feel that way Dad." Dean told his father curtly. "I'm still staying here till tomorrow."

"You're taking a foolish risk son." John Winchester told him angrily. "But I'll see you in San Diego."

Dean ended his call and went back to sleep. He woke up at ten to the room service people. He sat in a chair watching the maids vacuum and clean. Faith hadn't left him with a key so he was kind of a prisoner. Maybe he could supplement his income by being a male Gigolo. Maybe this was how it started. Dean had a shower and washed his shirt and boxers drying them with the hotel dryer.

Dean did sit ups and push ups to fill in time, he was getting bored and hoping Faith would be able to make it back for lunch.

She rang him at eleven to make sure he was still there so she could go back to the hotel.

Faith came in the door at twelve-thirty unbuttoning her blouse as soon as she walked in the door. Her briefcase sailed into the corner as she threw it away.

"I was hoping you'd stay." She said pushing him down on the bed. "That meeting was so boring, so very boring. It makes me hornier than killing things… um reading rat extermination reports… because that's boring too."

"Okay," Said Dean raising his eyebrows at her, pulling her skirt up. She was fucking crazy. It was always the quiet ones he guessed. He took her glasses off and put them on the bedside table. "Do I go blurry when you take them off?" he asked.

"Yeah…, very hard to see you," Faith said, unbuttoning his fly. "I can think of another way you can make my vision blurry."

Dean pulled her down and kissed her roughly. He had quickly realized she got off on it. She tasted strongly of chewing gum. They both moaned in unison. They were getting more and more attuned to each others wants and needs with each sex act. They copulated swiftly keeping an eye on the clock. Dean's watched Faith's face waiting till she climaxed and he could follow her. He had learnt if he raised her hips at just the right angle he could make her orgasm quite fast.

Faith came hard and he followed seconds later biting her collar bone.

'Christ," Faith said lying back sweating. "It just gets better and better doesn't it?" she sat up and raced to the bathroom to shower.

Dean came in and joined her. "Do you still want to see the gay magic tigers?"

"What?" Faith laughed. "You've got it slightly mixed but not especially."

"Can we stay in." suggested Dean to her massaging her shoulders under the hot water. "You said it's getting better and better." That would keep him off the streets and out of any FBI radar.

"Yeah," Faith didn't want to appear in public for the same reasons. "And we can arrange that divorce first thing tomorrow too."

"At daybreak." Dean suggested, he kissed her slowly. "You have to go back to your meetings?"

Faith pushed him away. "Sadly yeah." She stepped out of the shower and toweled her self dry quickly. "You okay staying here till four?"

"Yeah," Dean assured her. "Got any clothes you need ironing?" he offered. "I'm serious."

"Yeah okay," Faith said pleased, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was sure there was nothing slayer incriminating in her suitcase. "Just go through my suit case. It virtually all needs an iron. The combinations my birthday 12/17/80." She got dressed and threw him her room key. "Sorry I didn't give it to you before. Could you pick up some beer?"

Dean opened her suitcase once she left and turned on the tv, to a sports channel. He was a doer. He took the ironing board out and started pulling Faith's clothes from the suitcase. She had obviously done a wash and dry and dumped her clothes in the case without folding them. Dean tutted disapprovingly, raised by his marine father, Dean packed his suitcases beautifully.

It was like her clothes belonged to two different people Dean decided. A prissy librarian type and a street tough. It must be a Catholic thing. He found four different crucifix necklaces scattered throughout her clothing. He ironed her clothes carefully and folded them neatly in her suitcase. A job well done he thought, regarding the order he had brought to her suitcase with pride.

Slipping a pair of Faith's sunglasses on and her Boston Celtics cap Dean went quickly forth into the world outside and searched for a liquor shop. He brought another pair of boxers from a closing down souvenir shop and a t-shirt for him and Faith. He couldn't see the F.B.I. agents anywhere, hopefully he had given them the slip. Or more likely they were on his Dad's tail.

Faith came home at four thirty and opened a beer immediately. "God, it was so deadly dull Dean." She said lying back on the bed. "Do you wanna go for a swim with me, in the hotel pool? It was stinking hot, walking back here."

Faith and Dean swam in their underwear and t-shirts it was a quiet time of day with not many people in the pool. They both thought the other a bit odd not wanting to hit the bright lights that evening, but such was their confidence in on Dean's part, his attractiveness and Faith's, her sexual prowess, that they could understand the other wanting to stay in and enjoy their body.

The each regarded the other pityingly.

Agents Green and Fern were at present following a discreet distance behind John Winchester's Impala. They were certain he would rejoin his son soon, and if not they still had him.

Faith and Dean watched a movie together, sitting relaxed on the bed eating their dinner ordered from room service.

"How come you've got so many cross necklaces?" Dean asked her curiously, during a jewelry ad on tv. "You have four in your suitcase and you're wearing one now."

"Um, have I?" Faith commented. "I like to match them with my outfits when I go to Church you know? You must go to Church a lot too huh?"

"Why do you say that?" Dean said startled.

"That prayer book you have in your jacket pocket." Faith said looking with interest at an add promoting a new type of potato chip. Faith liked junk food.

The prayer book he used for exorcisms of course, Dean realized. "I'm busted. Yeah Dad and I attend a Lutheran service every chance we get, but he uh left town today on urgent business so we couldn't." Dean looked at her curiously. "So are you going to mass tonight?"

"Oh um no." Faith said, trying to think of a reason why she wouldn't. "It's just not the same if it's not in my parish, with the kids from my youth group and everything."

Dean and Faith both lay still, wondering if the other was so religious why they seemed so experienced in having one night stands? Dean put his arm around her. The girl was obviously schizophrenic. Faith rested her head on his chest. Winchester was obviously completely under his fathers thumb.

"Share the last beer?" Dean suggested with her.

"Yeah thanks." Faith said.