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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."

When Cas came to his first realization was his company, which made him uncomfortable to start but the state of the room only exacerbated that.

It takes him a few moments to respond to what she's said, his brows knit hard into the line of his nose.

"Why would you need an overnight bag?" He didn't understand the reference or why he should be up on anything.