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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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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."

Ava nods.

Apparently.

"Uh-- booth okay? Shadowy corner? Or ... slightly less shadowy corner?"

"Booth's fine," Sam tells her, and waits for her to lead the way.

"Awesome."

It's half-murmured, mostly an afterthought, as she turns to scan for empty booths.

Doing this, picking one and then making her way over, gives her some time to settle down and try not to think too much about potential implications of what she's heard and ... sensed.

Sam's gonna give her more information; then she can decide whether it's valuable.

The booth she settles on is out of the way, but not so much that it veers into obviously ominous territory. Ava takes a seat and glances to Sam.

He sits down across from her, and leans forward, resting his hands on the table between them.

Under the table, his foot taps a restless, jittery rhythm. He can't help it.

"Um."

"So, uh, what's the last thing you heard about, well, back there?"

Ava's watching him with more than just her eyes.

She wonders if he can tell that part.

"Dude," she sighs, only a little forced.

"I don't know. I don't even know what year it is out there."

"Early 2009," he says, quietly.

"And there's a war going on."

Her eyes narrow.

(Although bonus points for now knowing which era of demon to torture for additional info.)

"Is it related to Azazel, or a different war?"

"I guess you could say he started it."

Sam drums his fingers on the tabletop, becomes aware of what he's doing, and forces them to stillness again.

"When Jake opened the gate, a whole crapload of demons got out, but there's really only one that mattered in the end - the one he was looking to set free the whole time."

His mouth tightens.

"Lilith."

Ava nods slowly. Her own posture is a little tense.

There are a ton of different mentions of Lilith or Lilit in occult literature of the multiverse, and almost none are anything like good news.

"He never mentioned."

His expression twists.

"Yeah, he wouldn't."

After such a long time, you'd think shit like this wouldn't sting.

"Okay," she says.

"So ... this Lilith demon got out. What does she want?"

And what's she done that's gotten Sam deciding to embrace the darkness?

That's the million dollar question that Ava doesn't want to zero in on too fast.

"Nothing much."

Sam's tone is acid. His hands flatten against the table, his knuckles whitening with the pressure.

"Just to free Lucifer from the depths of hell."

"What?"

Hey Sam, when's the last time you saw Ava genuinely react to something?

Because you're seeing it now.

"Yeah."

It shouldn't be possible for one single word to be filled with that much acid loathing, but evidently it is.

"She's a real piece of work."

That tone, combined with Sam's current ... whatever you want to call it ... it doesn't make Ava nervous or anything.

Just.

Proceed with caution.

"Great," she mutters.

"Of course someone's trying to free Lucifer from the depths of hell. You know I wasn't sure we had one? Demons talk, but ..."

Oh, he doesn't like that reminder at all.

Does she know about Dean?

"Yeah, they're lying chatterboxes."

A beat.

"But there's a hell. Count on it."

"No, I know there's a hell, I meant--"

She waves a hand in distaste.

"A Lucifer. Around here I've personally met four, but none of them were ... ours."