Her brow raises skeptically, and Faye can't tell if her vague attempts at acting anything short of devastated are working, or if Dean's happiness is just blinding him, but for the moment she'll take it. She'll take anything, she'll let someone else take the reins in this, because if there's anything Faye thinks she'll screw up, it's the choices.

"Go ahead," she nods, feeling numb as she shifts, her back pressed against Dean's chest. She can't even bring herself to tell him that she hasn't yet, that she's been waiting for that strike of lightning, when everything comes clear and when she'll want all of this. It hasn't come yet. "But it's not even an inch long yet, Dean."