Boston bound once again. The Winchesters found themselves in one of the local diners. Dean cracked open his menu, "come on Sammy breakfast my treat. Hey look they got a sunrise surprise." Sam sprawled out several text books on the table. He barely looked up at his brother, "Dean do you even know what that is?" Dean furrowed his brow together in frustration, "come on can't you get your nose out of those books for five minutes. Stop being such a geek!" Sam's head snapped up to glare at his brother, "how else am I suppose to get into college. I don't see demon hunting on the list of extracurricular activities colleges look for." Dean put his menu down to glare at his brother, "college? Are you serious about that? Sammy you can't do that to dad."
Suddenly the sound of a familiar voice filled the air causing the two brothers to quit their squabbling turning to stare at the source. Several tables away Faith Lehane sat chatting with her ex boyfriend, "Kenny you stud you. I knew you were a hottie but," she chuckled swatting him on the arm and wrinkling her nose. "Faith it was nothing like that besides you know nobody goes for the drummer. Well accept you," he smiled softly. She went quiet having to remind herself why they broke up. Kenny was troubled. The only way he seemed to know how to deal with it was to drink.
Sam quickly turned to his brother whispering, "it's Faith." Dean turned to him, "dude don't you think I can see that!" Sam eyes grew wide expecting a different reaction from his brother, "well go talk to her." Dean took a deep breath as he thought about it. He couldn't take the rejection if she shot him down. She was the one girl that meant more to him than any other he had met before and she was here with another guy. He could only assume that the young man was her boyfriend. "Butt out," he nodded his head to Sam. "Your scared," he watched how Dean's eyes traveled over to the girl. "You have feelings for her," Sam continued to try to psycho analysis his brother. "Shut up," Dean turned back to look at his brother. Faith raised an eyebrow her gaze flittering over there direction suddenly sitting up straight. The girl's jaw dropped trembling trying to find words as she shot a glance back to Kenny. "You told me to do something beside read my books," Sam watched the way the pair was watching each other. "This is not what I meant," Dean shook his head trying to glance at her out of the corner of his eyes. They both kept looking at each other when the other wasn't looking. It was obvious there was unspoken emotions on both sides of the equation. The look in Faith's eyes said that there was something other than anger beneath the surface. "If you miss this opportunity you are going to regret it for the rest of your life," Sam urged him.
The moment was more than Faith could bare she shot up out of her seat, "I'm ready to get out of here." She straightened her jacket. "Yeah sure," Kenny stood up throwing some money on the table. She grabbed him by the wrist trying to rush past the Winchester's table. "Here she comes," Sam kicked his brother hard in the ankle. Dean straightened up trying to get courage before the moment past, "FAITH!" He pretended to be coughing in case she strolled on by to save face. Faith tried to ignore him. "Who is that," Kenny tried to pull her back a step as he glanced at the table. The girl spun around her hair swooshing around her as she made passing eye contact with Dean. "Nobody," she said flatly with a cool cold tone in her voice. She grasped Kenny's arm tighter rushing him outside. Sam realized why she had snapped. He remembered that Faith was standing outside the door that night when Dean had told their father she was nobody. It was the last words she had ever heard him say.
He kicked his brother once more, "go after her." Dean wrinkled his brow scoffing, "are you kidding? She told that guy I was nobody. She doesn't want to have anything to do with me."He picked up a napkin wrinkling
Sam huffed, "Dean that is the last thing she heard you say about her. You told Dad she was nobody. You should have seen the look in her eyes that night. She's hurting. Go after her."
Dean shot his brother an annoyed glance and threw down the napkin, "damn it." He hopped up rushing out the door, "FAITH! COME ON!" She didn't turn or slow her stride as she continued to rush away. "I'M SORRY!" The girl froze in her steps closing her eyes tight. She took a deep breath letting her friends arm go as she spun around to face Dean. She looked at him tilting her head with a look in her eye like yeah better have better than that. "What can I say I'm a jerk. I was young and stupid. Hell still am. I should have never said that, that night. You had to know it wasn't true," he ran his fingers through his hair looking down. "Just give me a chance. A shot to show you," he was nervous that she would bolt again at any second and he would never look upon her again. He looked up into the brunette's eyes.
Faith didn't say a word. She just stood there staring at him. She began to fidget digging in her pockets, "Kenny man you have a piece of paper?" He reached in his pocket pulling out a pen and scrap paper, "yeah always in case I wanna write a song." She took it from him using his shoulder for a table she jotted something down. She rushed over to Dean shoving the piece of paper in his hand. She gazed into his eyes, "don't disappoint me." She gave him a half smile before turning on her heel and rushing back off to Kenny. "Now who was that really?" he began walking with her. "My favorite memory," she grinned at him as the took off down the boulevard. Dean unfolded the piece of paper that he held in his hand to see Faith Lehane 617 564 2888. He smirked grasping the number tight in his hand he headed back into the café.
Ten O'clock that night…..
A lot had change for Faith over the past couple of years. She had been chosen. The one well two now in all the world to fight the darkness. The girl no longer had to worry about the simple things in life like food, clothing, and shelter. She had a home now with her watcher. The older woman took care of her kind of like family.
Faith was walking up the stairs past her watcher Diana when the phone rang. "Who could that be at this hour?" the professor stopped dead in her tracks puzzled. "I got it!" Faith rushed past the older woman grabbing the cordless phone rushing to her room and closing the door. "Teenagers," the woman shook her head.
She pressed the button on the phone already determined she knew who it was, "Hey." She could help but grin as she heard the all to familiar voice on the other end of the line, "hey." Dean was sitting back on the bed in the hotel room leaning against the head board with his arm across his chest, "look Faith you know I really meant what I said today. I mean.."
Faith sat down on her bed, "Dean…don't. It's alright." Well it wasn't really but she figured he had learned his lesson. She didn't want to spend her time rehashing their bad moments. "So how have you been?" she began changing the subject. Dean was dying to know the answer to the question how was she. The last time he had seen her she was down. She had nothing and no one. He felt like a complete ass for kicking her while she was down. He would never deny her to his father again. He proceed to humor her though rambling on about the last several hunts his family had been on. He told her about how his father and Sammy were arguing these days too. Then he got to the real question on his mind, "So how about you?"
Faith chuckled, "you kidding? I'm five by five." She grabbed a pillow and tossed it behind her back as she began to settle in as well. Debating on exactly just how much to open up to Dean after all this time. He had told her everything though. No one else knew that his family were a bunch of traveling demon hunters. "Listen you ever hear of a slayer?" she brought her finger to her lip biting her nail nervously. "Excuse me a what now?" he thought he heard her wrong. "A vampire slayer?" she sat up straight in bed. "Yeah..ummm sure of course," he gave her a smug chuckle as if he really knew. Clamping his hand over the phone he turned to look at his brother who was studying on the bed across from him. He grabbed a pillow tossing it at Sam putting his hand back on the phone. "Dude what's a vampire slayer? Is that some sorta rock band?" he knitted his brow together. Sam's swatted the pillow away,"a vampire slayer?" He closed his book and sat up on his bed, "I've read about those before. In every generation there is like this one girl chosen to receive like these special abilities to kill vampires and demons. When that girl dies another girl is chosen. Why? Is Faith asking you about them?" Dean waved his hand at him, "sssshhh."
Faith could hear the two boys uttering in the back ground she waited for the conversation to die down before continuing. "I had pretty much hit rock bottom. I caught my mom out working the streets and I dunno what happened. I kinda just blacked out. I beat this guy up so they put me in the hospital. Then this Diana chick came along bailing me out. Told me she was my watcher and I was all chosen. She took me in letting me stay in her swanky place here. I have lessons pretty much every day training you know to fight," she held her breath waiting for his response. "I always knew you were special," he sigh trying to take in the news. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. "Guess we got something in common now huh?" she could tell there was an air of uncertainty in his voice. The more he thought about it the more he knew it didn't matter that she was different. Whatever she was she was still his Faith and she was right now they had more to talk about. "Babe, I gotta go I have training in the morning. Talk to you later?" Faith reluctantly decided to get off the phone as she realized it was after 12 in the morning. "Definitely. And Faith," Dean began to grin. "Yeah?" she knitted her brow together. "It's great to hear from you again," he hesitated to hang up. A smile crossed her lips, "same here."
May 18th 1998
The phone calls continued for the next several weeks. Almost every night after training or patrolling the slayer could expect to hear from him. The conversations ranging from everything they had done in the day to their deepest dreams and desires.
Tonight she was running late. As soon as she hit the door of her watcher's home she ran up the stairs to find the phone already ringing. Panting for a second to catch her breath she grinned picking up the receiver, "hey." Dean chuckled, "hey you was beginning to think you stood me up." Faith scoffed beginning to pace, "psshhh never. You know you're my favorite." She grinned teasing him. "Class was running late tonight. Sensei gave me this killer knife. It's got all these designs on the hilt and…" she began pacing.
"Class huh? would have loved to been there to see your moves," he grinned sitting back on his bed.
"Could have kicked your ass," she began twirling a loose strand of hair smiling playfully.
"Baby you could pin me anytime," he shifted his position on the bed.
"So uh does this mean you're all hot and sweaty or have you hopped in the shower yet?" he sat up straight his mind drifting.
"Why?" she paused knitting her brow together.
"Just curious what your wearing," letting his mind run wild visualizing Faith with sweat glistening off of her body. Or better yet stepping out of the shower water dripping off her body.
"You naughty naughty boy," Faith chuckled.
"Yeah well umm," he began shifting his position feeling nervous afraid he had finally crossed a line.
"Well actually…I was just heading towards the shower when the phone rang," the slayer still dressed in sweats and a white tank top with her hair pulled back in a ponytail but she wasn't going to tell him that. A mischievous grin swept across her face deciding to have a little fun with him, "I had already started to strip when I realized the phone was ringing nothing left now but my black lace bra and panties."Dean choked nearly dropped the phone in shock. "You want me to continue to strip?" she began to take on a more sultry tone. "Yes," he managed to get out trying to regain his composure. "Then what are you going to do for me? You wanna help," she said softly sending a chill down his spine. Faith went over and sat back on the bed as she listened to the sound of Dean's voice.
They hadn't even really gotten started when suddenly the door to Dean's hotel room burst open. "Whoa," Sam looked away shielding his eyes. "Awkward," the youngest Winchester wondered if he should bail or not. "Dude learn to knock," Dean began to buckle his jeans back up. "To the door to my room? How was I suppose to know you were….," Sam tried not to chuckle. Dean held up a hand for him to shut up the other held a pillow of his jeans. A roar of laughter came echoing out of the phone, "I think we better try another night Romeo." Dean grumbled, "yeah."
May 31st 1998
Dean slowly opened his eyes as the phone rang out waking him from a deep sleep. He rolled over on his side to look at the clock three am. He wondered who in the world would be calling him at this hour fumbling for the phone, "you better make this good." A voice on the other end cracked, "Dean." The hunter shot up right in his bed, "baby what's wrong." Faith couldn't stop sniffling she didn't know where to begin. "I can't sleep…nightmares," she went silent. Sam looked over his eyes cracking open, "what's going on." Dean waved his hand for his brother to be quiet. "What about?" he wiped the sleep from his eyes listening to her intently knowing that slayer's dreams usually had meaning. "A vampire named Kakistos. In the dreams I'm a greek slayer and he enslaves then kills me. I can feel it like I am really there. Everytime I fall asleep I dream and I die," she ran her fingers up through her hair. " I don't want to go back to sleep," she sniffled. "It's alright babe I will stay up with you all night if need be," Dean leaned back against the head board. "You know the nightmares that's not the worst part…"she swallowed. He knitted his brow together concerned. "I think she is possessing me. The slayer I mean. I keep blacking out. I don't remember things. I even got this tattoo. Wait I gotta go…." She hung up suddenly. Dean sat there staring at the dead phone. He felt on edge wanting to run to her but he wasn't sure where she was. She had never given her the address of the slayers house.
This was the end of the phone calls. Days past in silence. No matter where Dean went thoughts of her plagued his mind. He was over wrought with worry. He tried to call her house almost every night to no avail. He even tried to get a phone number for her friend Kenny but nothing.