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The Kid complicates things. Ben doesn't deserve that. *He's arching an eyebrow at you, because don't think he can't hear the tone of those words. And who are you to challenge him, huh?*

And he deserves to get gutted by some big nasty that's lookin' for you? Think the sayin' goes somethin' like The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Isn't that right? *She's a Slayer. Where she comes from, you don't get the apple pie life. You don't get the chance to walk away. Because your shit always catches up to you. Never mind that she had a shitty life before she got called, but hey. What does she know, right?*

*Like his life hadn't already caught up with him. It wasn't like Lisa was some sort of civilian though - she'd been through it. Hell, Ben had too. But that was the rub wasn't it? Staying here put them in danger, and leaving them behind might hurt more. Besides, Sam didn't seem to need him anymore - had the cousins and grandpa and all that, so there wasn't that much incentive* Yeah, figure I've got that figured out more than most. Still doesn't mean it's some cut and dry choice.

It's about how gray you make it, killer. You stay, they get hurt. You go, you hurt. That's called suckin' it up because life's a damn bitch. Figured you already learned that lesson and didn't need to hear it again. Guess I figured wrong. Turns out a year was all it took t'turn you soft.

*He's gettin' real close to breaking the rule he has that he doesn't hit girls, because Faith's got one coming, talking like she has any idea what he's been through the past year* Seems like last time I left they got hurt too - might be me staying here that keeps them safe. Think about that, Faith?

Yeah, I thought about it. I also think it's you tryin' to justify why you're stayin'. *Bring it on, Dean. She's itching for a fight, and she's got the advantage. She won't go easy on you.*

I think you forget that I've been around the block. It's not like I'm some damn newbie in this game.

*She might have the advantage, but hell, he's been itching for a fight for a year now and he's got some built up frustration with his brother that he'd love to get out, since he was too busy being freaked the fuck out to lay one across that jaw of Sam's*

Yeah, think you're the one that's forgetting. Sam was alive for a fucking year before he thought about stopping by to tell me. What the fuck do I owe him, huh?

Sammy? Not a damn thing. Not even gonna pretend that wasn't fucked up. It's about what you owe yourself. What you owe your girl and her kid. Truth. That's what it all comes down to.

They know the truth.

What, that you're actually itchin' to get back to this? That you'd rather be on the road with Sam than home with them every night? Please. You haven't even faced up to it yourself and it's written all over your fuckin' face, yo. You got the itch and you're lookin' to scratch it. Maybe you won't break down and do it today. Maybe not a month from now. But eventually? Eventually you're gonna go so fuckin' stir crazy that you blow it all.

Fuck you, Faith. You don't know half of it *He snarled, shoulders rolling up as he bristled. Maybe it was because she was hitting something he was trying to ignore, but he wasn't just going to roll over and let her talk to him like she had a right to*

Don't I? I tried runnin' away. Granted, I had a borrowed family and friends that I was playin' house with. Hell, I was kinda in a borrowed body, but still. Point is this-- it's bullshit. Eventually it catches up with you and no matter how many pretty little fuckin' lies and half truths you got goin'? They all come crashin' down. Hard. Fuck the house of cards, we're talkin' skyscrapers here. Never mind me, yo. Denial is a go, I get that. Your girl might not take too kindly to you throwing out offers though. *Faith winked, overly flirtatious despite knowing that the fuck you had been anything but an offer.*