private | she doesn't know just where she belongs

[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]

I don't know. [ She shrugs. She doesn't. She can't imagine they're exactly pleased with the way she left things but she doesn't care. Any lawyer-types decide to get up in her face and she will end them. Immediately. ]

They try? And I will show them just how pissy a slayer can be.

[dontcallmesammy]

Good. [Turning around to walk out of the room. There are still so many questions in his head, so many things he wants to say or do.] Let's go.

[destructogal]

[ They head back outside and Buffy goes to the trunk to grab a couple of the weapons she bought from the back of the Wolfram and Hart sponsored car. She meant what she said when she said she hated driving and it's a natural progression, she guesses, for her to be back in the Impala. ] Want me to drive? [ She doesn't normally, but she figures he looks beat, so... ]

[dontcallmesammy]

No. You drive like a spaz.

[Last time he let her drive, well...he doesn't want to repeat that experience. Ever.]

[destructogal]

I do not! [ Said Buffy, huffing out a surprised laugh. ] Well, okay, I do but... Spaz is better than being roadkill when you fall asleep at the wheel, Winchester. [ She was teasing. Mostly. ]

[dontcallmesammy]

I've taken that risk before. And anyway, we're going to be roadkill either way, I'll take the one that doesn't have you at the wheel.

[He's still pretty awake, he can drive back to the motel. Should be a few minutes anyway, and then he'll hit the hay.]

[destructogal]

Why thank you for that vote of confidence, husband of mine. [ She tells him, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling as she gets into the Impala. ] So... What is it I'm looking for when I get back to the motel? Y'know, and you're all While You Were Sleeping?

and about fifty billion years later /cough SORRY

[dontcallmesammy]

[He starts the car first before he answers.]

Ever heard of a guy named Kevin Tran?

no worries at all! I've been snowed under with work/school. You okay, m'love? <3

[destructogal]

Uhm, I don't think so but... My memory is still a little spotty... [ Buffy tells him. She's pretty sure that it's all gonna come roaring back at some point but at the minute? She's drawing a blank. ]

doing better now, blergh

[dontcallmesammy]

He's a prophet. Got kidnapped a while ago, and I couldn't find him. [Mostly because he was a bit busy being worried over Dean instead.] But I think I know where he is, I just need to make sure.

/cuddles

[destructogal]

A prophet, huh? [ Buffy thought about that for a moment, trying to wrack her brains to think what she knew about prophets so far. The answer, of course, was not much. Although... No, that was a lie. She knew what Wolfram and Hart had put in her handy-dandy PDA about Everything Supernatural Ever and prophets had come under that; she only hoped they didn't have this guy. ]

So, what is it I need to do? [ Buffy glanced over at him. ] Am I recon girl or... what?