There's a touch of wonder as Faye glances up at the familiar voice, lips parted in the middle of exertion and unable to quite catch a smile before suddenly, he's hovering closely enough that she feels the warmth of him, shielding against the wintry cold. A helpless laugh escapes her as she arches a brow, hand moving to intercept his own, fingers entwining as she purses her lips. Considers his own, pushing up and pressing a light kiss there in greeting.

"I don't think so," she grins, slightly too wide as she shifts out from under Dean. "My girl's been suffering from neglect lately, and I can't always put this off for you. Especially since she could go back to a gas tank any day now. But."

Shifting to a seat, Faye brushes a thumb by his cheek, enjoying the light smear of gray it leaves behind. "Two heads should be faster than one."