you know the first rule of combat?

She takes it easy in finding her footing, lips curving instinctively at the name Dean uses for Kara— if Dean's the brother and Kara's the aunt, she wonders what exactly that means for the two of them. But once her balance is sure, Faye doesn't wait too long before slipping her hands out of Dean's, leaning in instead to wrap her arms around his shoulders, trying to hide the slight shake in her fingers as she presses her forehead to the line of his jaw.

"Thanks," she murmurs, voice muffled where her lips are close to his neck, inhaling deeply before her breath escapes her in a flutter.