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Who: Faith & Castiel
What: Awkward and Uncomfortable 101
When: Feb. 11th & any other days.
Where: Castiel's room.

Faith didn't sleep. It had been worse since she'd gotten back to the castle. She'd shut her eyes and see things that she knew she didn't want to look at again. She'd been seated on the floor of the club, her back to the bar with a bottle at her side. Maybe she'd drifted, but she knew she hadn't exactly fallen asleep.

She did wake up though.

She woke up in a different room, with a hell of a lot of trashy romantic suite decorations up.

"Who booked the honeymoon suite?" Faith remarked, glancing around the room and then she spotted Castiel seated on the bed. He'd probably just woken up too, but Faith didn't know that. She was just checking out the deep red satin sheets and the fact that the bed seemed to be a giant circle. It probably rotated too. Plus, there were rose petals on the top.

"Damn, Wings. If I knew you wanted to get up on this again I would've packed an overnight bag."

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"I'm sure you would." Despite Cas' feelings on the subject he reaches over and presses her fringe behind her ear before letting his back hit the bed. He stares at the ceiling with the same stony face he always had on his face.

The touch was a bit odd, but she's not going to call attention to it. Instead she just rolls onto her back and exhales, a bit loudly, but it's still a sigh.

"So what d'you want to do now? We're stuck."

This was a dilemma. Now that he was trapped he felt suffocated and like the walls were closing in. It didn't show outwardly save for one small twitch in his right eye but after some time spent soothing those fears he speaks again his voice only hesitant for a moment before he gives into what's happening around them. "What would entertain you?" There's a moments pause. "Save for coitus."

Faith laughed, tipping her head back to look at him, "You think I'd be entertained by coitus? I might enjoy it, but it's not what I look for in my entertainment. Coitus takes work, Castiel. It requires skills and effort. My entertainment is for when I relax."

She will think about it though and when she finally arrived at an idea, she sits up straight on the bed.

"We could watch a movie."

Staring at his knuckles for a moment Cas raises his brows in skepticism. "My experience with human media is even more lacking." His blue eyes lift to meet her glance. "What would you care to see?"

Her shoulder pops up in a shrug, taking a moment to think.

"Before I ended up in a coma there was a movie 'Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels' that looked good. We could watch that."

His face falls a little bit at that, "You were in a coma?" Sighing he shifts closer to her, bumping her shoulder with his own. "I have no preference so if that's what you would like to see I'm willing."

"Eh, things happened back home. The whole package shuts down when there's a mortal wound on the line."

Her hand rests to her abdomen, knowing there's a faint scar that her body couldn't quite get rid of. "I got stabbed, fell off a building -- no big."

Cas is genuinely concerned and it shows on his face. She's so much like Dean, the constant need to be strong alive in her just like him.

"That is not an unimportant injury."

"Pretty sure she intended to kill me, probably should've."

Faith was trying to be nonchalant about it, but really given the last trip she had back home, things weren't really going to be an easy topic.

Cas frowns visibly knowing all too well what it's like to have people try to kill him, and sometimes even succeed.

"That is unfortunate," he responds in a light airy voice. "Why would anyone want you dead?"

She frowns, too, knowing that it's hard to explain the intentions of other people, but she also knows that she wasn't the best Slayer out there.

"I'm a screw-up. You know how there's always the good one. The one that everyone likes, and everyone wants to be around? I was the opposite of her. I did things to her, to her family, to her friends..."

Faith lets it trail off there. It's odd to feel like it was so long ago, but having been back there, back home, it was so recent. It overlapped and it wasn't a comfortable feeling.

Cas swallows hard. He'd experienced that with Sam and Dean, Sam who he'd once referred to as an abomination was most often always the "screw up." For a while he doesn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry that is how your visit home transpired."

She rolls over to sit up on the bed, shrugging it off.

"It wasn't that long of a trip. A day, tops." Truthfully, it blurs a bit, but she's not really sure how to explain that away.

"I was supposed to do something, but I couldn't do it. Came back here and all the people I needed to have around me were gone. Or they don't remember me at all." Or they were from far off in the future that it was just odd.

"The concept of time doesn't seem to apply here," Castiel responds reaching out to somehow comfort her and then withdrawing because he isn't sure how to. "Would you still like to see the film?"

"Yeah, not much applies here." Except people's conceptions of others.

"Maybe later, we should probably get food. Or are you back to not eating, again?"

"I have no need," he says with an awkward grin. He's a little amused that she remembers.

"Well, I do, so I'm gonna get something to eat."

Which means, she'll thumb through this menu and wish something up. Because all she can do - cooking wise is ... microwave things.

Cas watches as she does so going out of his way to wish up the movie, hoping he got it correctly for both of them because an awkward slip up wouldn't be appreciated in this instance.

"What did you order?" He asks after he's sat back down holding a remote out to her with one hand.

She flops down on the bed again and hands him the menu, "Burger, fries and a milkshake. You sure you don't want something?"

Turning to face him more, she'll take the remote from him and start pushing buttons on it.

"I'm fine, thank you." Cas shifts up further on the bed until he's resting in the pillows and folds his hands over his lap. He hasn't ever taken time out of his schedule to watch a film before so he's somewhat interested in the turn out.

Well, it doesn't take long for food to arrive. Ghosts, magic, what have you make things just happen a lot quicker. Regardless, the movie starts up and Faith has food. It's a violent flick, for the most part, which keeps Faith actually interested in it. She does pause from time to time - asking Cas if he's okay with all the language in it.

"We can watch something else if you're not cool with this."

Castiel's actually pretty interested in it himself. It's probably not what he should watch as far as human media is concerned but it hits home and is just action oriented enough not to bore him.

"I have no problem with this," he responds not really paying attention to her but instead engrossed in the film.

Faith smirks, shifting a bit as she eats some more of her food. It's actually pretty cool to just hang out and watch a movie.

It's like she's got an actual friend.

Not that she'd say that to anyone.

He leans forward slightly when the movie gets more intense and as he does his shoulder brushes soft against Faith's.

He turns to look down at her, glancing over her hairline at her face as she watches the film.

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