"That's not what I'm worried about," she breathes, the words tumbling from her lips even as she leans back against Dean, against his warmth, taking from it the modicum of comfort she can find, eyes sliding to a close. This part is easy. Trusting him is easy, and that thought alone is so backwards that Faye finds herself reeling from it, wondering when, how, why Dean Winchester has managed to worm himself so deeply in her heart, such that moments like this ache. Everything always aches, so unfamiliar when placed against what she's had before.

"Dean, I have no idea how to do this," she mumbles, head rolling back to rest against his shoulder. "Absolutely none."