Faith sat in silence as Dean washed the blood off her hands, she wasn't sure what happened in the past couple minutes that caused her to fall into submission, but she really didn't have the strength to care right now.

"You kept saying how you understand, you seem to have me figured out. So spill."

"Fair enough." He nodded, but he never stopped washing the blood off. "I died once... well I've died a few times. But this case was different. When I died, I ended up in hell. Fun place, you should go there sometime." He gave a soft chuckle. She didn't bite. "Okay then. Time's different down there you know."

"I've heard."

Angel had spoken about it a few times, his time in hell. He would always say the same thing. "Times different down there Faith, faster, but yet slower. A day up here is like a century down there. But when they're ripping you to shreds, that's when time slows down."

"The things they do to you..." He trailed off. "There was this one demon, Alastair, at the end of every day he would make me an offer. They would stop if I started. And for years I told him where to stick it. Years."

Faith just sat in silence. She knew better than to say anything. If she did he might stop, and she wanted to hear his story.

"Then I couldn't take it anymore. Then I said yes, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The things that I did to them..." He looked down and shook his head.

Faith finally stood up then and got in front of him. She placed her hand on his chin and raised it up so he was looking at her. She then ran her thumb gently over his cheek, then his lips. She rested her forehead against his, as she lightly traced her lips along the path her thumb had just taken. She brushed her lips across his once, then twice, before connecting them. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close, his hands resting on her waist. She smirked into the kiss as she felt him nibble on her lips, she complied with his silent request, as her hands ran through his hair. Grabbing a small handful she pulled his head back before playfully biting at his lips. She then started to kiss his neck, when she heard his soft moan she sensually ran the tip of her tongue up to the base of his chin. His hands had wandered up her shirt and was making their way up to her breast when his fingers lightly brushed her scar. She hissed before freezing, stopping his hands in their place. Apparently, he mistook her pause and went in for a kiss, but she leaned back as her ears picked up on someone coming.

"No stop," she hissed. She was surprised at how fast he stopped, most men weren't that considerate when a girl said stop. "I hear someone," she mouthed as she placed her finger on her lips. She noticed the change in his demeanor as he then too heard someone walking very close by to the tent they were standing in.

"I'm going to sneak out the back, don't trust Crowley or his men," Dean mouthed before silently moving away from her and towards the back.

Thinking quickly Faith pulled off her shirt and stuck it in the sink Dean had washed her hands in. She grabbed the soap and turned on the water. It wasn't long before she heard the front flap of the tent flutter open. She choose that time to look up before glaring. "Do you mind?"

"Boss, she's in here," was the only response she got as the man held the tent flap open.

She stopped the pretend scrubbing of her shirt to see what was about to happen. She rolled her eyes to see Crowley appear behind the man that had apparently located her.

"Ah, here you are darling."

"I'm not your darling," she snapped.

"Ah ha, I hope you don't mind the intrusion as you do your... laundry?"

"This was my favorite shirt, and your boy ruined it with his blood." She threw the shirt at Crowley's face, not too surprised when he caught it.

"I do apologize. Tell you what, I'll buy you a new shirt, hell I'll buy you all the shirts you want, in exchange..."

"Let me guess, you'll give me anything I want if I become your little pet?" She walked towards him, swaying her him. "How about a counter offer, You'll give me whatever I want and I'll give you..." When she was in front of him she grabbed his face and pulled it close to her, she gave a little smirk before her tongue flickered out, not quite making contact with his lips. "Nothing!" She shoved him away. "You can't buy me. You have nothing I want."

"I told you she wouldn't take the deal, did I not?" he seemed to say to no one in particular, or maybe the guy that had found her was currently standing in front of the entrance flap, hard to tell. "See, this is why I like you. You know," He paused like he was searching for something, but couldn't think of what.

Then it occurred to her that she still had yet to give him her name, which was probably what he was going to say. She just smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. He seemed to notice her confident demeanor for he chuckled.

"I see, you really are something aren't you. How have I never heard of someone so beautiful before?"

"My guess, company. The company you keep says a lot about you, and I choose to be by myself. Can't have anyone dragging me down can I?"

He chuckled again. "I can assure you, as one of the top players in hell, it is my job to know about people of interest up here, and you are certainly a person of interest."

"Oh dropping rank now are we? What do you think that will help you get into my pants a lot faster? Because if that's your goal then you are going to have to try a hell of a lot harder than that." She started to walk past him, but he held his hand up to stop her.

"Going so fast?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were done. Silly me, keep telling me more about how you want me." She smirked.

"Aha. I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, when you're ready to play with the real men, instead of little boys. Until then, I have a present for you." He snapped his fingers and another mindless minion walked in with a little box. It wasn't like jewelry little, because it was bigger than that, and long. But wasn't a huge box either.

"Wow, presents. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything."

"Just promise me you won't ever hold back."

The minion stopped in front of her and held out the box.

"Go ahead, take it. It won't blow up in your face, I would never do that to my best girl."

She eyed the box, but carefully took it anyway. This could work in her favor depending on what it was. And her whole mission was to get in and find out what the hell was going on. She was already getting some information, Crowley apparently was a high-level demon in hell. She wondered if Angel or Wes had heard of him.

"I'll take my leave then." And just like that Crowley and his two buddies were gone, leaving Faith alone. And shirtless.

"Come on girl, he wouldn't actually blow you up would he?" She sat the box down and eyed it more. "Jesus here goes nothing." She slowly reached up and flipped the top of the box off, she then jumped back just to make sure. When nothing happened she slowly walked over to it. When she peered into the box her breath was taken away. Laying on a velvet pillow was a beautiful bowie knife with an 8-inch blade. The handle was made with what looked like black nylon and plastic with a spider and web etched into the side, finished with gold trim and a finger hole. Something she hadn't seen on a knife before. She reached out to picked it up to admire better when she paused. She remembered another time a man in a suit gave her a knife and all the bad things that happened. She wasn't going down that road again. Not now, not ever. She turned and started to walk away, but before she left the tent she stopped. At the same time, it was a weapon, she had dropped the other knife when Dean had shown up and lord knows where it was now.

"Fuck me," she said as she spun around and grabbed it out of the box along with its sheath before walking out the tent.