Some would say the Winchesters are an acquired taste. Or a taste one does not... acquire at all. It really depends on who's asking. Sam's heart sinks further down to the ground at Dean's answer. It's still Dean, but it's not the one that's been left behind.
"Look, man, I'm serious. There's a lot to explain, but we--this is gonna sound crazy. Weirder than our kind of weird. But you and I were on our way to our next case back in November and we found ourselves trapped in another city instead."
This is not going to go well. He can already tell. Sam grabs a hold of Buffy's hand with his own, in an attempt to be comforting. "I'm not sure where we are. My brother and I are on the road a lot," he answers apologetically. And then he turns to Dean. "This is Buffy, she's my..." his voice trails off and he clears his throat awkwardly.
"Can you tell me what the last thing you remember with me here is?"
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Some would say the Winchesters are an acquired taste. Or a taste one does not... acquire at all. It really depends on who's asking. Sam's heart sinks further down to the ground at Dean's answer. It's still Dean, but it's not the one that's been left behind.
"Look, man, I'm serious. There's a lot to explain, but we--this is gonna sound crazy. Weirder than our kind of weird. But you and I were on our way to our next case back in November and we found ourselves trapped in another city instead."
This is not going to go well. He can already tell. Sam grabs a hold of Buffy's hand with his own, in an attempt to be comforting. "I'm not sure where we are. My brother and I are on the road a lot," he answers apologetically. And then he turns to Dean. "This is Buffy, she's my..." his voice trails off and he clears his throat awkwardly.
"Can you tell me what the last thing you remember with me here is?"