She watched the confusion on his face for a moment, a small smile coming to her lips. Well that answered that question. She probably told Dean, but not Sam, and Dean probably never mentioned it to Sam, it wasn't like he had a reason to. "Slayers get dreams. Of the past and present. More of the past than present. I've seen every single fight of every slayer through time. But then I sometimes get dreams of the future- warnings of things that are coming. Not always, but sometimes." What the deciding factor was on what dreams she would get was beyond her. Whoever sent the dreams, how did they decide what needed warning? On one hand, she'd like warnings for everything. On the other hand, she wouldn't mind some more sugar coated cookie cutter dreams. "Either way they're usually pretty creepy."
Her own eyes glanced to the phones as Sam walked by them- when she'd first been introudced to them, she had smacked her hand to her forehead and thought Why didnt we think of that!?, because it really could have made life so much more easy. Though who would play the part on the other end of the phone, she didn't know. Maybe Robin, his voice could pull it off. Not the girls, and not Andrew or Giles, that was for sure. Possible Xander.
Blinking rapidly at the fridge light, the slayer looked down, keeping her spot against the counter. She hadn't missed the contents of the fridge earlier. Dean seemed to favor alcohol too much for her liking, maybe it was a hunter thing around here. Had their own way of dealing, it seemed. "Same old. Slayer fights, slayer gets killed." she said softly, not making much out of it, but not dismissing it. "Hundreds and hundreds of them. In this case there was a Slayer that saved a gated town from a vampire and minions. They town saw it, the whole thing. As thanks they tried her as a witch and burned her alive." she said flatly, glancing up to meet Sam, eyes hard. It was a pretty thankless job. "Not long after her watcher opened the gates and let the town die from outside vampires."
She didn't agree with what the Watcher did, but the town, in a way, had it coming. They were saved, and then they murdered her. On one hand, they deserved it, on the other, it was too far. Still, she knew how watchers could be in regards to their slayers. It was personal. "Every slayer gets them all- sees their history, how they died, causing the next one to be called. It's helpful, in combat, you know what mistakes not to make to a point."
Glancing back at the fridge, she added on a lighter note. "I think your options are beer or beer. I might have seen coke buried back there."