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Jun. 3rd, 2014 03:42 pmAt first, Sam doesn't think all that much of it. That in itself is probably ill-advised when he knows he's a hell of a lot stronger than he was the day before, but he learns quickly that shit is weird all over the city. At least is isn't climbing up buildings or accidentally starting fires or anything of the sort. This is manageable, and it isn't as if he's about to go wasting his time asking around, trying to figure out what these newfound abilities mean or where they might have come from. He'll wait it out, like the weekend on the island when he was a kid again, and all the other weird shit that happened there.
It's when he goes to sleep that everything changes. The dreams are — unsettling, to say the least, dark and gruesome, featuring women he knows he's never seen before, except he's pretty sure he is them, which is even weirder. It's not as if he expects everything that happens in his head while he sleeps to make total sense, but this is different. Only, then, there is someone familiar, and even when he wakes up with his heart racing, he knows who might have some answers for him.
He doesn't bother letting Buffy know he's stopping by before he heads over, just hoping she's home when he stands at her door and knocks, arms folding over his chest as he waits. When the door does open, he grins crookedly at her, offering in lieu of a greeting, "So, uh, I had this dream about you last night."
It's when he goes to sleep that everything changes. The dreams are — unsettling, to say the least, dark and gruesome, featuring women he knows he's never seen before, except he's pretty sure he is them, which is even weirder. It's not as if he expects everything that happens in his head while he sleeps to make total sense, but this is different. Only, then, there is someone familiar, and even when he wakes up with his heart racing, he knows who might have some answers for him.
He doesn't bother letting Buffy know he's stopping by before he heads over, just hoping she's home when he stands at her door and knocks, arms folding over his chest as he waits. When the door does open, he grins crookedly at her, offering in lieu of a greeting, "So, uh, I had this dream about you last night."