Please, that bitch couldn't get to a Crazy Anonymous meeting with an all access pass, an escort, and a rope tied around her neck. [Dean rolls his eyes theatrically at the claim; it's the dirty little secret he suspects Dick is well aware of that's most embarrassing about that, really. Faith hadn't gotten to Dean at all - he'd wanted it to happen. He'd have taken a much flimsier excuse to pick a fight and maybe lose a fight, except she gave him a damn good one he was only too happy to rise up to meet.

Anything to get his mind off how much he misses Buffy already, has for a while.

He lets himself be herded, about to roll his eyes again when he decides that's probably a bad idea and he should just watch where he's going, maybe.]

I'm not gonna pass out - takes at least two more days of being shot at and pounded into pavement for that, and that's what I got you for anyway.

[Translation: thanks, bro.]