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[ Sam hears the shrieks and comes running, because of course he does. He's Sam Winchester. ]

Hey - [ And he comes to a grinding halt, because... the girl in the hallway is someone he knows. Knew. A face he recognizes.

His mouth runs dry and, automatically, he reaches for the concealed weapon that is always on his person. ]

Ava?

Sam? ( She's equal parts relief and energy, buzzing and fidgeting, looking around the hall as if the answer to a normal life might just come barrelling around the corner.

(A girl can dream, can't she?) ) What's- Where are we? ( Okay, Ava. Breathe. Breathing is good. Breathing means you're alive. ) How did we get here?

( One thing at a time, lady. )

[ He won't fall for it. Not again. He still remembers her killing Andy with seemingly no regret and with the impending intention to kill him, too. They'd been friends, he'd - he'd done everything he could to save her and her fiance, to stop Azazel - ]

Stop. [ He holds up a hand to keep her from coming closer. She's the same age she'd been when Jake killed her and Sam is years and years older, looking only somewhat like the doe-eyed boy he'd been back then. ] ... Show me your hands.

[ Not that it matters. Her danger isn't physical, it's mental. ]

If you try anything...

( Look, if it comes down to yourself or someone else... well, what are you going to do? The human instinct for survival is a complicated, difficult thing, impossible to overcome.

Nobody wants to die.

(It'd been like a drug. Her life had been normal, astonishingly so. Wake up, go to work, go home, relax. Nice, safe.

Incredibly boring.

And really? Death dreams? Of all the powers? So not fun. Can you blame a girl, can you really, for liking that first hit of power, the rush of falling into chaos, finding a new life - a better life. She was a contender. The champion. One more round and-

Well. It doesn't matter now. Whatever this place is, it isn't where they were and she was a secretary, miss note taker, miss communication. It'd been important to note little details, and here there are only big ones, like the air around them and the weight of time.

- And that little observation habit, the one that let her tell the guys in back when someone was coming in with murder in their eyes (figuratively speaking) or not worth their time? It came in such use when she started surviving, winning. Figuring out who the weakest ones were, the easiest ones to pick off. Like Lily, poor girl. So messed up by her gift.)

But, this time, the panic, the confusion, they're all real, nothing but the remnants of the girl who grew up knowing nothing but a dully coloured reality. Nothing but school and work and boyfriends. Nothing but a day in, day out of emails and letters and phone calls-

Nothing that could prepare her for this.

So she raises her hands, plain and boring and human looking. )

It might not even work, now.

( But she'll at least not pretend that she doesn't know what he means.

Would it work here? After everything? )

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