May 28th 2004 Las Vegas

Faith and Dean stood blinking in the bright sunlight, after having emerged from the darkness of the courthouse.

"Two weeks till annulment." Dean said pleased.

"Eight-hundred and twenty dollars," Faith reminded him, less pleased. "Well I gotta work. It was nice meeting you Dean."

"Yeah, you too," Dean told her hastily. "I hope my next wife can be as nice as you, you know a church volunteer and everything."

"I'm not really that good a person." Faith mumbled. "You really have the wrong idea about me."

"No," Dean corrected her firmly. "You're a really good person Faith. Don't ever let anyone tell you different." He kissed her goodbye.

They parted a little sadly. It had been a good weekend in each others company, but neither of them was really in a position for a serious relationship at the moment.

October 29th 2004 Wichita Kansas

The Finns and Faith walked into the sporting goods store. Faith wanted to show them a state of the art crossbow.

"If you want us to come with you on this mission, Vi and I want these babies." Faith informed them, as they looked at the display in the glass cabinet.

"In your dreams Faith," Sam told her. "It's military issue or your own. Our expense account won't swing for it."

"What do you need crossbows for?" Came a curious voice behind them.

"Dean!" Faith laughed amazed, she instantly recognised his voice. Faith hugged him. "What are you doing here."

"Shopping," Said Dean, hugging her back, Christ she looked sexier than ever, even in sweat stained military fatigues. "Have you joined the army?"

"Oh no," Faith laughed, "Just contract work."

"For pest extermination?" Dean questioned. "Man, the army takes vermin control seriously doesn't it?"

"You betcha," Faith laughed. "Ha, this is Sam and Riley Finn, we work together on the rodent control problem in army barracks right?"

"Yes, that's us the Rodent Control Unit." said Riley, grasping immediately this guy knew nothing of the supernatural world they moved in, shaking Dean's hand in a friendly way. "So how do you know Faith?"

"We met in Las Vegas a few months back," Dean said in an off handed manner, figuring there was no way Faith would have mentioned their marriage.

"So why are you in Wichita, visiting family?" Faith inquired.

"Big game hunting," Dean said to her, "Cougars."

"I didn't know Kansas had Cougars." Sam commented, looking at some t-shirts.

"Oh yeah, Kansas Cougars vicious and rare," Dean replied, not sure if Kansas had cougars either.

Sam and Riley wandered off discreetly. They could see the two were itching to talk privately.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Faith asked Dean with a suggestive glance. "Going out with your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." Dean told her smiling seductively. "You have any plans with a boyfriend tonight?"

"I would if I had one, but I don't." Faith sighed. "I think being taken out to a movie would take my mind off that sad situation."

"Seven? Is your phone number still the same?" Dean checked with her.

"Yeah seven would be good. I'm staying at the Hilton." Faith told him. "You're lucky. This is my last night here."

"Or unlucky," Dean said disappointedly, he reached out and stroked her face. "It is real great to see you Faith. I never thought I'd run into you again."

Faith took his hand. "Ditto babe. Just to get this straight," Dean's heart sank, she was going to tell him no sex. Faith put his hand on the gap in her t-shirt exposing her stomach. "We're still going to fuck right?"

"God yes," Dean choked, stroking her bare belly.

"Pick me up at six thirty then, I do wanna see a movie as well, we can screw before we leave my hotel room." Faith told him stepping away. "Well I am on the clock here. So see ya later."

Dean stared after her as she left the store. Damn, now he had a raging hard on from stroking her belly.

His father came up to him. "Who was that young lady I saw you speaking to?"

That was no young lady that was my ex-wife, Dean felt like saying, just to see the expression on his fathers face. "Someone I'm seeing tonight." Dean told him. "Don't wait up."

"Just so long as you keep your mind on the mission son," John Winchester told him firmly.

"Dad, gimme a break don't I always?" Dean answered wearily.

Part two

Dean arrived at Faiths hotel room with flowers and a bottle of wine. She was talking barefoot, in her door way to a young teenage girl also in combat fatigues.

"Yeah, cheap bastards," Faith told her. "Oh hi Dean this is Vi, she um is a member of my youth group, with me on um work experience."

Vi looked surprised. "Oh yeah, doesn't seem like it sometimes. Hi," she said to Dean "Well later Faith." Vi walked off.

"She sounds Texan." Dean commented.

"Is that your thing, placing accents?" Faith said to him, pulling Dean into her room and shutting the door.

"My thing tonight is making love to a beautiful woman." Dean told her, enfolding her in his arms. He smelled her hair. "God you smell so good. Have you stopped smoking?"

"Two months. Do you think I've put on weight?" Faith asked, knowing she hadn't.

"No you look just the same, maybe more beautiful." Dean disengaged himself. "These are for you." he proffered his bouquet of daisies.

"Wow, this is really like a date!" Faith exclaimed touched by his gesture. She looked puzzled. "What do I do with them?"

"Uh, put them in water? I don't know I don't give girls flowers often." Dean confessed.

"Yeah but in what?" Faith said, looking helplessly around. She put them carefully on the table. "They're pretty anyway. I haven't had time for a shower yet. Join me?"

"I've showered already, but I'll scrub your hard to reach places." Dean offered eagerly.

Faith sniggered. "I bet."

They walked into the bathroom. Dean pulled at Faith's jacket. "Let me take your clothes off?" he requested.

"Okay whatever moves your furniture." Faith laughed at him. "Do you want me to struggle and scream no no!"

"I'm beginning to want you to shut up." Dean scolded. He slid off her jacket and folded it up, putting it on the bathroom cabinet. Her t-shirt he gently pulled off her. "Turn around." he instructed, leaning over and turning on the shower.

Faith turned around. Dean carefully unhooked her black sports bra and placed it neatly on her t-shirt.

"Turn around again." he told her. He started to tug down her trousers. Faith bit her bottom lip. "Do you want me to pretend I'm dead, is that where this is going?" she blurted out.

Dean stood up straight, revolted by the suggestion. "Hell no! What kind of sick creep do you think I am?"

"I don't know!" Faith cried out embarrassed. "I mean you never contacted me before this, so I got you didn't obsess over me. I just feel weird now somehow."

"Probably because you haven't started drinking yet, will that help you relax?" Dean suggested rudely.

"Yeah," Faith said shamelessly. "Let's open up that bottle."

"You don't need to drink." Dean said disgusted. "I was going to be all nice, wash your hair and everything, take it slow. But I'll just fuck you in the shower now, okay?"

"Okay." Faith said relieved, taking off her pants. "I've inserted my diaphragm. Don't worry about condoms."

Dean pulled a condom out of his jeans. "No offence, but with a girl like you I'll always use condoms." He kissed her quickly, to take the sting out of his words. Faith pulled off his clothes and pushed him into the shower roughly.

"A girl like me? She questioned squirting shampoo on her hand and washing her own damn hair, thank you very much. "What the hell does that mean?"

Dean folded his arms and squeezed away from her, standing defensively in a corner of the shower. "Do we really want to fight about this?"

"No." Faith said hurt. "But I'm not as promiscuous as you probably. How many sexual partners have you had since we parted? Come on be honest."

"Seven." Said Dean, "You."

"Three," Said Faith, in moral triumph.

"How many partners this year so far?" Dean said disbelievingly. Had she broken her leg or something the past four months?

"Um," he could see Faith adding it up. "Including you, nineteen. You?"

"Hold on..." Dean did some adding up of his own. "Twenty-seven I think... I guess you win the purity test. You clean yet?"

"Yeah," said Faith.

"Good," said Dean and proceeded to fuck her in the shower. He used a condom of course.

Part Three

Faith and Dean came out of the cinema lobby laughing, after having just seen Team America.

Dean put his arm round her and kissed her cheek. "I didn't know you could laugh that hard."

"I didn't know you could either." Faith said kissing him back. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the same two federal agents she had seen in Las Vegas. Holy Shit they weren't after her, they were after Dean!

"Uh Dean, why have you got two F.B.I. agents trailing you?" she asked curiously. "Are you on America's most wanted or something?"

"No," denied Dean laughing, knowing they wanted him and his Dad together, and he might just get out of this. "If only…um no, they're a pain in the frickin ass. They're animal rights activists. They're insane, sometimes they pretend to be F.B.I. agents just to get to us." He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the taxi rank.

Faith went along with him, relieved it wasn't her they were after. "Animal rights activists?"

"Yeah we helped organise a Canadian baby seal hunt once." Dean improvised, opening the cab door for her. "Not something I'm proud of."

"What are they stalking you, why don't you report them to the police?" Faith asked baffled.

Dean needed to shoot that idea out of the sky, before it landed. "Oh they're harmless enough, keep wanting to give us real boring pamphlets."

"Right, the baby seal thing is a kinda mean Dean."

"Oh we're out of it, just big dangerous plentiful animals." Dean assured her.

"You just said the Kansas cougar was rare!" Faith pointed out.

"Not that rare, there are heaps of the furry bastards out there. They're a menace in the corn fields." Dean elaborated. "It's kinda a public service what we do."

"Hmm."

"Come on Faith, you kill animals all the time." Dean reasoned.

"What I kill isn't cute and isn't endangered." Faith corrected him. "Hell I guess you make an honest living."

"I do sweetheart." Dean said, putting his arm around her. "Hey still friends?"

"Yeah, still friends." Faith conceded. So they were friends now huh, that was kinda nice.

They went back to her hotel room and opened their wine bottle. It was still only nine thirty.

"Do you ever get scared hunting?" Faith asked him, after an hour of just shooting the breeze.

"Yeah sometimes, but I've grown up with it. It's second nature." Dean brushed off the focus on him, "You into the more practical side of pest extermination now?"

"Why do you say that?" Faith said, leaning on him nursing her glass.

"You had these marks on your clothes, looked like old blood stains." Dean said stroking her arm.

"Well cleaning out nests, is something I need to be in on sometimes." Faith shrugged, "But hey I travel, went to Ecuador since I saw you last. Had me a freaking blast."

"Good for you," Dean approved, kissing her hair.

"It was, but like I said in Vegas, I get sick of the hotel rooms all the time sometimes." Faith drank her wine. "Hey I've booked a seaside cottage in the woods this December. I'm gonna stay in a homey place for a week with friends. It's gonna rock."

"Sounds fun, I hope you enjoy it." Dean told her, kissing her neck.

"Me too, mm I get shivers when you do that. Good ones." Faith lay back relaxed and let him undress her slowly they way he had wanted to earlier.

This love making was the thing with Dean Faith could have, that was different from other guys. It could be relaxed and unhurried. They'd learnt how the others body had worked five months ago.

Dean started to kiss his way slowly down her body. Faith wondered if she was going to be treated to the alphabet again. It had worked the previous time, but she had almost cracked up during the process.

No, it was a new technique. Very nice. Faith wondered who had taught him that one. Then she forgot to wonder about anything, biting her lips, tensing her muscles and focusing on coming very, very hard.

"Good huh?" Dean grinned smugly, coming up to kiss her. He'd spent an interesting night two months ago, with a bossy girl in Portland who had showed him a thing or two.

Dean put on a condom and entered Faith carefully. He stroked her hair away from her face. "You're so sweet. I really like you Faith."

"I like you too Dean." Faith returned. "Hey are you leading up to, you want to stick your dick up my ass?"

"Christ no!" Dean said exasperated, thrusting quickly, so he wouldn't loose his erection. "Must you ruin the mood every damn time?"

"I'll talk about it later." Faith placated him. Realising Dean was very close to making the blood flow out of his penis and back to his brain, so he could argue with her.

She kissed him softly, weird but she knew he liked it. With relief she felt his rhythm inside and outside of her body grow slow and steady again. It was another long slow sweaty build up to a great climax for her, followed by Dean ever the gentleman.

Faith poured them both more wine. "That was pretty good, picked up a new trick I see."

"Yeah and for your future reference, I don't like fucking girls up the ass, it's too messy." Dean told her.

Faith stopped her wine glass at her lips, "Future reference?"

"Yeah, didn't you want me to stay the night?" Dean said startled. "I guess I just supposed you did." he looked round to leave.

"No I did, I did." Faith said frantically, pulling him gently back down on the floor, beside her. "You mean you were talking about screwing me again tonight, or tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah what did you think I meant?" Dean asked her, putting his arm round her again.

He touched her glass to his. "To our annulment."

"Cheers," Said Faith, she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I didn't mean anything that could ever happen."

"I get it." Dean told her. "We're sad, sad people Faith, shall we drink to that as well?"