They’re so much alike, Dean thinks maybe only the differences matter. Faith’s got superpowers, and not just of persuasion. No one ever warned her off about identifying marks, tattoos. The girl she loves, loathes, orients herself around the way he does Sam, she didn’t meet until she was seventeen. She loved the hunt more than even he’s ever dared; now her passion’s more cautious than his has ever been. When she got caught, it was by choice.
But the real stuff? Booze, sex, food, the kill? (Guilt, regret, loss?) When they finally shatter, it’s what’s the same that’ll break them.