Sam wants to reply to both of them, but he isn't really getting a word in edgewise. Every time he opens his mouth to say something, there are more words. Dean and Buffy saying a lot of words, okay.
He sits at the foot of the bed opposite where Dean was. It's certainly the kind of place they'd crash in before they had to keep moving. He just doesn't remember it--probably because he never got to this point, and while they were still on the road, he found himself in Bete Noire. His eyes widen slightly at the yelling, and he looks over at Dean, just knowing what he's thinking, before he clears his throat.
"I'm sorry," he says to her earnestly. That's not all he wants to say to Buffy's very valid rant, but it's what he has, mostly. He's sorry because it does suck for her, even if he's... happy he has his brother and that hs'e ssomehow found her way here too, so he didn't have to choose. "It's okay, I know this is... not easy to wrap your head around."
Whether you have a master's degree in slaying and the supernatural. Bete Noire had a way of making everything that much more headache-inducing.
"If--there's any way to get you back to your world and that's what you want, I'll help you find that."
And he means it, despite the fact he doesn't really want to lose her.
"It's not about what I think happened, man. It happened. How else would you explain the two of us materializing here in the room?" Sam runs a hand through his face before he shakes his head. He braces either knee with his hands and looks over at his brother, relief crashing into him just... with the mere assurance he's there.
"We were on the road. After what happened with Lilith and the guards and...you remember that." He doesn't really want to relay it all over again, and it's been so long for him that it takes him a moment to continue. "We found ourselves in a city called Bete Noire. It pulls people in from their own worlds and the city had a life of its own. Really weird things happened there, Dean."
Like the fact their dad was there, but it's something that he wants to tell Dean until they're alone. "Where we were, it was April. And now I guess it brought us back to square one."
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He sits at the foot of the bed opposite where Dean was. It's certainly the kind of place they'd crash in before they had to keep moving. He just doesn't remember it--probably because he never got to this point, and while they were still on the road, he found himself in Bete Noire. His eyes widen slightly at the yelling, and he looks over at Dean, just knowing what he's thinking, before he clears his throat.
"I'm sorry," he says to her earnestly. That's not all he wants to say to Buffy's very valid rant, but it's what he has, mostly. He's sorry because it does suck for her, even if he's... happy he has his brother and that hs'e ssomehow found her way here too, so he didn't have to choose. "It's okay, I know this is... not easy to wrap your head around."
Whether you have a master's degree in slaying and the supernatural. Bete Noire had a way of making everything that much more headache-inducing.
"If--there's any way to get you back to your world and that's what you want, I'll help you find that."
And he means it, despite the fact he doesn't really want to lose her.
"It's not about what I think happened, man. It happened. How else would you explain the two of us materializing here in the room?" Sam runs a hand through his face before he shakes his head. He braces either knee with his hands and looks over at his brother, relief crashing into him just... with the mere assurance he's there.
"We were on the road. After what happened with Lilith and the guards and...you remember that." He doesn't really want to relay it all over again, and it's been so long for him that it takes him a moment to continue. "We found ourselves in a city called Bete Noire. It pulls people in from their own worlds and the city had a life of its own. Really weird things happened there, Dean."
Like the fact their dad was there, but it's something that he wants to tell Dean until they're alone. "Where we were, it was April. And now I guess it brought us back to square one."