Turning, Buffy looked over to Ruby as she woke up. How the hell was she going to explain this to the demon? It wasn't like she had any desire to me in Sam's body, or had any clue on how it happened. But it had. "Oh god- Ruby put some-" she was going to say put some clothes on, until what Ruby said stopped her. She knew that phrase, because she heard it often.
"Dean?" she questioned, complete disbelief on her face. This couldn't be happening. Because if she was in Sam, and Sam was in her. Dean was in Ruby, so Ruby must be in Dean. Which meant right about now there had to be a really freaking awkward conversation going on back at the apartments. Or at least another panic session.
An annoyed sigh escaped her lips, and Buffy when around gathering what she assumed were Sam's clothes, piling them in her arms. The new body wasn't hard to take to. Slayer grace, maybe. And she was still a slayer, because she could feel the power. Once she was sure she had a complete outfit, Buffy half ran for the bathroom. She needed clothes.
"Put something on!" she yelled through the door, before looking around for Sam's...oh thank god, boxers. Scrunching up her face, she whined slightly before closing her eyes and picking up the material to put on.
The insanity was supposed to be over. This was supposed to be her down time, dammit. She should still be asleep in her own bed, curled up next to Dean, who should be in Dean's body. She should be happy, but hurting from the stab wound, and things were supposed to be okay.