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[OOM: We can't afford for me to do the right thing.]

It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.

He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.

He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.

[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]

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He sobers fast.

"Last time I was in -- Andrew was, she was ..."

"... she's not any better, is she."

He sounds resigned.

Ava blinks.

"Oh-- no," she says. "She's fine now."

A rueful smile. "Andrew and I went on this bizarre vision quest, thing, and she's fine."

Sam stares.

"You -- the two of you -- wait, what now?"

"There was this guy," she says flatly.

Her frustration is mostly reserved for the fact that Milliways is so weird that when you recount the events of your day to third parties, you tend to sound crazy.

"And he's a Greek god of some kind? He told us that Baby's spirit was really far away and that's why she wasn't waking up, so Andrew cast a spell to get us to where she was. We ran around with a bunch of Tarot cards and solved riddles and got called names, and then Andrew managed to find Baby and we made a door home."

Beat.

"Was that any better ...? It wasn't, was it."

"... sounds like there's a lot of detail there I'm missing," he manages, after a second.

Then he grins.

"But that's okay. I think I got the important part. Baby's okay, Andrew's probably pretty happy about that, and you helped with all this?"

"Yes, yes, and ..."

She smiles slightly.

"I might have helped. A little bit."

Turns out that when Sam's got this much energy running through him and he's truly delighted about something?

His smile can light up the room.

"Good for you."

Ava blinks.

(And briefly, experiences a flashback to that time Bela accused her of having a crush on him.

... What is it that's so off-kilter? It's not with her.)

"Uh, so ... yeah," she concludes. "Thanks."

"I should be thanking you," he informs her, apparently with absolute sincerity.

"Andrew was pretty torn up, and Baby -- she's good people."

Beat.

"Uh, robot-people. Person. You know what I mean."

Ava's lips quirk.

"I think I do, actually.

She's sort of weirdly adorable."

He grins at her.

"She kind of is, isn't she?"

Dammit! Ava never meant to say that out loud.

Sam's throwing her off.

"Just don't tell Andrew I said so."

He looks amused at that.

"Your secret's safe with me."

She smiles at him.

This should not necessarily be taken as an indicator of her mood.

"Hey, Sam," she says after a slight pause.

"Is everything okay?"

"Sure it is," he says, automatically.

"Why do you ask?"

... Okay, at the very least, she was expecting some aw-shucks remark about fighting evil.

Maybe he doesn't know? Or he can't tell?

"You, just ... feel sort of different," she says.

"Different how?"

She frowns.

Like a demon is wrong.

"I don't know," she admits.

"I just wouldn't call it strictly positive."

He comes close to swearing under his breath, but then thinks about it -- really thinks about it.

Of all the people he knows, there's basically only one who really gets what it's like to have this exact kind of power, and she's standing right in front of him.

"... it doesn't have to be strictly negative, either," he says, after a moment. "Technically speaking."

Ava looks up at him.

And a few things may click into place.

"So-- this, you ..."

She gestures vaguely.

"You're doing this, this is you?"

He gives a swift look around, then nods, and lowers his voice.

"I've, um. Been practicing. My... abilities."

She stares.

"What--"

Ava is legitimately not sure whether to smile.

Nevertheless, she also steals a glance around, and lowers her voice in turn.

"Oh my God. Um. No, I guess it's not strictly negative ..."

"I know how it sounds."

Despite the jitters that are still visibly running through him, Sam sounds tired.

"But I had to. Things have gotten pretty bad out there."

Ava nods slowly.

"Okay-- I mean yeah, I guess they must have."

(I had no choice)

She's always hated to ask, because she is never sure he'll really tell her. But this seems like a pretty damn special case.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?

I mean. I don't know if I can ..."

He looks around, almost automatically.

"I---"

No one seems to be listening, but it's just as well to be careful.

"-- yeah. I mean, it's your world too."

Well, it was.

"Come on; let's find a place to sit down. This, uh, there's kind of a lot that's been going on."