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[Coming back to reality is a nauseating experience.

The last time Sam Winchester went grey, he wasn't in a great mental place. He had thought he had officially lost his mind -- and when Sam woke up in the hospital and refused to leave, he was fairly certain he was going to kick it. He hated not being in control of his own body -- it was the one thing Sam Winchester absolutely couldn't deal with.

This time, when he came back, he had had a similar freakout.

It took a couple of hours of wandering around and deep breathing for him to calm down enough to cope with being back in Asgard, a little dizzy and oddly tired. But all of that he could deal with, because Sam was up to date.

The angels fell. Sam had almost died. The trials were a fluke. Crowley was... well, Sam wasn't entirely sure what Crowley was anymore, but he didn't really find it in his heart to care.

Despite all of that, though, Sam felt pretty... good. Good enough to turn on the video feed and deliver his flattest expression, though his irritation is betrayed by the brightness in his eyes and the tiniest upward twitch of his lips.]

I had this speech prepared about the inaccuracies of the autumn festival with the time period of the height of popularity of the Norwegian gods, but then I could've sworn I smelled deep-fried Oreos, and I decided to follow my nose instead of give a history lesson.

[With a brief sigh as Sam turns, the camera revealing that he's just outside of the castle courtyard, where the food is being cooked and smells... pretty delicious, despite Sam's general aversion to things that aren't healthy.]

Maybe I missed something in my vacation into uniformed greyness, but... I'm pretty sure I just saw a native Asgardian eat a hot dog. Are we celebrating our Travelers' heritage or is this some kind of joke? And has anyone told them what's actually in those things, because they're --

[Sam stops himself from his lecture, though, and lets out a sigh that turns into a soft laugh before shrugging, letting it go.]

Anyway -- my name is Sam Winchester and I guess I'm back from the grey-dead, to those that know me or care. And to the new people, uh -- I guess enjoy the food.

[Pause.]

But try to make sure you know what you're eating, first.

[And he turns off the feed.]

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[ For a second, Buffy is genuinely worried. ] -- You remember me, right? You don't forget everything? [ Her heart might break a little. ]

-- [ Then she realizes. ] Sam Winchester, you're so lucky I can't reach you right now.

[ -- oh, that backfired nicely. And Sam immediately frowns at her lack of teasing back before he seems to understand what her first instinct is and his tone switches to something a lot more gentle.]

What makes you think I could forget you?

[Come on, Buffy.]

Sorry just -- people leave all the time. And I knew you didn't really leave, but... I didn't think Dean really left, either. And he's obnoxiously obtuse about the fact that I knew him before. So I got worried. It's been a rough -- while. A lot has happened. Not all of it good.

[ She smiles, though, relieved. ]

I missed you.

[Well, Dean is obtuse in general, but something about that bothers him.]

Does he bother you?

[>:(]

Where are you? I'll come meet you -- I have a lot to tell you.

It's... Irritating. He gets snappy whenever I mention our former friendship, you know? I miss other Dean.

[ Oh, good, he wants to see her just as much as she wants to see him. ]

I'm at the Arena. Same old, same old.

[That's... aggravating and Sam is going to talk to his brother about that. >:(]

I'll meet you there in twenty, alright?

Twenty? I have to wait that long? [ Have a pout. It's fake as fuck and she giggles right afterward but... Hey. ]

My superpower isn't flying or super speed, unfortunately. Wrong house.

[He just got stuck with lame-o fire powers.]

You could jog, you know. You've been gray for awhile. You probably need the exercise. Though you look just as deliciously muscley as before... [ CUTE CUTE CUTE face of flirty grin. ]

You're going to make me jog? I just came back to the living.

[Somewhat indignantly, though he does quicken his step a little bit to keep moving toward the Thor district.]

Hey, think of it this way - your legs probably need the waking up. Right? [ Ha, pout all you want, Winchester. She'll win this one. ]

I think my legs are fine, Buffy, but thanks for the concern.

You're in, like... Super-good-mood-mode. What happened while you were grey?

[That -- catches him a little by surprise.]

Well -- you'll see.

[As he nears the Arena.]

Come on out, I'll show you.

[ Buffy's elated to have him back, so naturally she comes bounding out pretty quickly after he tells her to. She has her hands on her hips, and thought she's teasing she looks impatient and indignant and as if he's kept her waiting for months. Or, at least, she tries to be. But the grin that spreads on her face, ear to ear, when she sees him... It kinda gives her away. ]

Well look what the cat dragged in. Or... Um. Ice giant? Maybe?

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Ice giant.

[And Sam spreads his hands a little, inviting Buffy to take a look. Or, well, a listen.]

Notice anything?

[He's breathing much easier, his eyes are bright, he looks healthy.]

[ Buffy does take a look. And she steps in close, and leans in, and... Different. Something is different. Better. Her face is struck with wonderment and she looks up at him, brow knitting together. He might notice that she looks a little older, as well, because she dreamt of living more of her future while he was gone... But he's... Completely healed. She reaches her hands up to his face. ]

-- You're cured. Oh, my god. Sam...

[ She could cry, she's so happy. Her face is as brightly lit as the sun. ]

How?

[Sam covers her hand with his, finally allowing himself to grin properly.]

I don't know.

[It's a slight admittance, but he takes a few steps closer to her.]

But it's gone.

[ Buffy drinks him in, and her grin just widens right along with his. Then all at once, she jumps up and throws her arms around his neck and kisses him. She might even knock him over, if he doesn't catch his balance fast enough. One, because she's happy to see him. She's missed him. She's elated. But two, because she is so absolutely and deeply relieved that he's alright and that he's going to be okay and that everything will be fine that if she doesn't kiss him to release those emotions she might just burst. ]

[Luckily, Sam is half expecting Buffy's course of action, and he catches her before they both go toppling to the ground. He can hold her with a lot more strength now, tighter, almost as if he was going to lose her if he lets go.

He almost died. Sam knows that, somewhere, amidst his new contentment. But he didn't.

If that's not a miracle of God, Sam doesn't know what else is.]

Hey.

[ Buffy likes the strength in his arms. She likes the way he feels so very alive and so very not on the brink of dying. She loves the way he holds her. She doesn't let go even when he pulls back enough to talk. She doesn't cry but her eyes are glassy despite the smile. ]

You're better. You're totally better. I'm pretty sure I owe Thor about fifty beers.

I'm pretty sure it's not his doing.

[With a slight laugh into her hair, letting go juuuust enough so he can look at her properly. And Sam can't help himself but tug her into another kiss, letting it linger for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary.]

But for whatever reason, it worked.

Maybe not, but still. Maybe he listened a little and -- I don't know, got you... I don't know. Still. Beers. Beers for Thor.

[ Buffy grins at him and studies his expression, his face, her forehead touching his until her lips and his lips come together again. It feels right. It feels safe. It feels like home. And she doesn't want to let him go. Possibly ever. Sam, pee in a jar. Your girlfriend will never ever let you out of her sight again. ]

We have to do something to celebrate. Like -- I don't know. Cake? Should there be cake? Or, you know, since you're not big on junkfood, salad. A super-big salad that's cut into shapes. Like a cake. Veggie-cake? But that sounds gross, and -- y'know what? I think Giles is probably not home, we could just... Go back to the house and [~~have sex~~] I could make you tea. Or coffee. Or both!

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[Sam lets Buffy babble on though he's trying really hard not to laugh when she gets to the salad-cake part. Once she's finished, though, Sam is chuckling, and he presses his lips against her cheek.]

All of the above sounds great.

[ She's so happy to have him back that she really just doesn't care how ridiculous she probably sounds. His agreement just boosts the elation. ]

C'mon then. [ She gives him another quick peck on the lips before untangling herself from him and holding his hand, practically dragging him. ]

I can't believe you're all better. I mean, I can, obviously, since it happened. Just... I was so worried, Sam. It really looked bad for awhile there.

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