Who: Sam and Ginger. What: Sam thinks Ginger is Ava. He wants to kick her ass for making things chaotic, thus resulting in his own death and Dean's later condemnation to hell. When: Evening. Where: A cafe. Rating: PG-13; complete.
As soon as got that address from 'Ginger', Sam snatched up some supplies and bolted. He'd sworn off his abilities a few weeks ago, so he was stuck with hand-to-hand. Not bad in the long run, but when one opposed themselves against those who, like him, had demon blood in them, it was a little more than difficult to be wary of the situation. He had to be ready. Ava was tough.
Parking the rental just outside, Sam slid from the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He had Ruby's knife tucked away, along with a handgun. Knowing that he was ready to face her off if he needed to, Sam started walking toward the entrance with a determined look set onto his face. He wasn't stupid. He knew that there was a chance that this girl really wasn't Ava. But he wasn't going to just sit around and hope that she wasn't lying about her identity. He had to check this girl out, whether anyone wanted for him to or not. This was his personal problem. Very personal. And he was going to deal with it accordingly.
Moving into the cafe, Sam stepped past a couple and scanned the area. He saw her. Or the back of her, anyway. Shoulders stiffening, Sam eased his way toward her and stopped just beside her table. Arms folding over his chest, he stared down at her and simply said, "Ava."