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WHO || Buffy Summers, Sam Winchester, Robin Wood [closed]
WHAT || Buffy accompanies Sam to Chicago, seeking answers about Dean's past... and the fate of the version of Sam from this world
WHERE || Chicago, USA
WHEN || Late-October [back-dated]
HOW || Actionspam

Sam Winchester has not a very easy time of this world.

Most of the reasons for which, it seems, can be traced back to the fact that there was another Sam Winchester native to this dimension. One who somehow managed to alienate his brother Dean to the point where he almost murdered Sam on sight, and it's been a very slow, uphill battle ever since to get Dean to say more than two non-hostile words in a row to him.

An uphill battle that's going too slowly for Sam's taste.

Upon googling his own name and doing some research in hunter circles, he learned more and more disturbing facts - including the fact that he and Dean from this world were held responsible for the deaths of Jo & Ellen Harvelle, and Bobby Singer. Distraught by what he'd learned, he shared the facts with his new friend, Buffy, who agreed to travel with him to Chicago tracing down one of the only leads they have on finding out more about what happened, since Dean doesn't seem inclined to share.

And so off they go to Chicago - home to some of Buffy's own demons - to check out the Hunter's bar run by Robin Wood.

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You do remember the part where I talked about the death of an angel, right?

[ Just to be clear. She hits the call button for the elevator. ]

I don't know, Sam. Maybe he's alive, maybe he's not. But personally, I'm hoping for doornail. I've had enough of baddies wearing my friends' faces for … Well, ever.

For all we know I did that too.

[Now he's just being cynical. Or realistic. Who fucking knows at this point.]

Believe me, I'm hoping the same thing. I'd just...rather expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised at this point.

Hard to argue with that.

[ Hadn't she done exactly the same with Des like 15 mins ago? Into the elevator. Inside, she taps her foot on the floor awkwardly, drums her fingers on the railing after hitting the button for their floor. Hum dum dum. She raises one hand and scratches her neck, then just comes out with it. ]

Robin knew me.

[It takes him a minute but he finally...gets what she means (wisdom 15).]

You mean like...from before? He came through the Veil?

That's exactly what I mean. We're from the same world.

[ She turns to look up at Sam, haplessly searching for some kind of advice on how to even cope with that. ]

What are the chances of that? Like one in a zillion, right? I mean, it's not like he's the only one. There are Knights who did, too, but … Of all the hunter bars in the world.

Given what we do, the kinds of people we generally run into, and how we were doing similar things before ever coming here? It's probably a lot higher chance than we think.

[But he gets it.]

Hey, at least he wasn't born here, and you'd gone darkside?

[Too soon?]

No, it's worse.

[ For a minute, she seems deathly serious. Then, as the elevator dings for their floor and comes to a stop, she raises her eyebrows and tightens her lips into a smile before explaining. ]

We went on a date.

[ and out of the elevator she goes. ]

[His eyebrows raise.]

Oh. Let me guess. You...didn't remember him.

[He follows her out, a wry smile on his face.]

Awkward.

[Which is funnier considering...the same thing happened to Sam. Only it wasn't awkward. At all.]

I came to this world with nothing but a name, Sam. Everything I know about myself, I've had to learn the hard way. Some occasions have been harder than others.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, someone pops up who knows me and it's like … Do I really wanna open that can of worms?

I don't know, Buff.

[He sure did just truncate her name. Yup.]

If I weren't trying to repair a relationship with my brother, would I have hunted down this bar and tried to put together the puzzle pieces of a life that wasn't mine? I don't really know. Maybe I still would have, or maybe I would have just lived here never knowing there was anything to know.

[He gives her a halfway smile.]

I can't tell you what to do. The only thing that can is your gut.

[ She hardly notices, because the nickname feels fairly natural. :') ]

My gut says to trust him.

[ Probably because he had this unerring faith in her and was super frank and upfront and isn't that a nice change of pace? Most of her time in Chicago is colored by a web of deception (or, at times, a literal web). ]

I just don't know if ... I don't want hearing about everything that happened there to change me. I like me. And what if I was completely different? I mean, there's this whole other life that I lived that I know next to nothing about, and I could ask him, and I could probably get some real answers. But ... [ Shaking her head, she looks up at him. ] I don't know. You tell me. Is it worth knowing?

I'm not sure if I'm the best case to judge that against.

[But he'll try, anyway.]

I think knowing what I know about my life has made...all this easier to swallow. It's bad, and it's terrible, but so has the rest of my entire life. Having those memories...it made learning all of this...well, you know.

[He pulls some of his hair away from his face.]

I don't think knowing who you used to be or getting to know the people you don't remember will change you. Maybe it'll affect you in the future, but there are always things that are going to do that. If you trust him, then who better to try it out with, right?

[ Outside the hotel room door, Buffy studies his face for a moment at that. Something in her expression evens out, and she opts to nod, reaching out to squeeze his upper arm. ]

Thanks, Sam.

[ And then opens the door. ]

[He grins at her, lopsided and at least partially genuinely happy.]

Pretty sure after putting you through all this and you not running for the hills? That's my line.

[He leans over and holds it open, letting her in before he follows her inside.]

Edited 2015-01-11 04:51 (UTC)

I've got a good feeling about you, Winchester.

[ She drums up a smile, then heads into the room and starts packing up her bag. ]

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