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[dontcallmesammy]

[It's been a week or so since Sam encountered Sarah in Memphis, and for some reason, he can't get it out of his head. The lore on fairies he checked out said something about people losing their memories and ending up somewhere else, and honestly, it fits. After all, the one they were hunting when she disappeared was powerful enough to put up a convincing glamour, at least until one of them found the metaphorical thread and started unraveling the whole thing.

Updating Buffy's friends on that little development proved somewhat difficult, but hey, he did. Granted, none of them took the news particularly well (he had to keep Dean and Dawn apart from each other, if he ever managed to pull Dean out of Purgatory), but he's not alone in looking for her, at least. And since hunters can be such a gossipy bunch, most of those he's met are on the lookout for a petite blonde chick with a bad memory.

Sam is...well, he's running himself ragged, looking for Buffy, looking for a way to get Dean out, killing what few Leviathans are left, hunting things, and saving people, all at the same time. He barely even sleeps, with all the research and graveyard-digging and monster-killing.

The latter of which, he's doing right now.

...or trying to.

See, Sam has been going two days without sleep. And now this jiang shi ("hopping corpse" - don't ask) is pinning him up against the wall and about to suck his life out.

Dammit, really. With all the changes lately (from having no partner to having one to none again), he hasn't had time to adjust to being on his own yet again. At this point, either Dean or Buffy would have come in and blasted this rotting corpse to kingdom come, but they aren't here.

And Sam?

Sam's about to die.]

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[destructogal]

[ Okay. She's confused at that. ] Why would that be a bad thing? I remember you kissing and, well, you didn't suck at it...

[ Her heart is pretty much in her mouth when he tells her he doesn't blame her for what happened but Buffy has never been one to cut herself any slack. There are a thousand should've's running through her head right now so she avoids his gaze, looks down at the corpse and stops with the torching. ] Is that it? Corpse all... Crispified?

[dontcallmesammy]

It's, uh...I met her in 2010, and I...look, it's a little hard to explain, but I didn't have a soul at the time.

[Sam's the sort to blame himself for...well, a lot of things as well. He could've been there faster, figured it out sooner, been just a little stronger, but he wasn't. Dean's in Purgatory, Buffy's most likely wanted, and it's all because he wasn't enough.]

Yeah. It's not getting back up.

[destructogal]

[ Buffy stares at him for the longest time. She can tell he's not joking from the look on his face. ] You--What? [ The tone of her voice is not accusatory. She doesn't know whether she knew that already or not. Mostly? She's just kinda curious. ] How could you be without a soul?

[ She wipes her hands on her jeans (the smell, she remembers, will linger for weeks no matter how many laundromats they visit) and when she glances at Sam she doesn't miss the look on his face. Her brow wrinkles in concern. ] This wasn't your fault either, Sam. [ Deep down, she knows it wasn't her fault either. That doesn't make it any easier though because she can still see the face of every friggin' hunter she offed and it makes her skin crawl. ] When was the last time you even slept?

[dontcallmesammy]

It's a long story.

[...um.] Two days. I was busy.

[destructogal]

[ Right. One that, apparently, they're not talking about now, judging by the look on his face. ]

No wonder you look beat. [ She frowns at him. She knows how secular-minded he got with trying to get Dean back. She can only imagine what was going through his head the full time she was--Well, away. ] I'm suggesting sleep and then shower, not necessarily in that order. [ A beat. ] Actually? Suggesting would mean you had an option. Which you very much don't.

[dontcallmesammy]

I'm fine. [It's actually a token protest, but still.] I've gone for longer without any, and there's still something I have to do while here.

[aka researching a vital component to whatever ritual he's hit on that just might pull Dean out of Purgatory.]