"I hate to break this to you, but I have a girlfriend," Sam said, filing that stamina information away where he wouldn't have to think too seriously on it. "And I don't think she'd appreciate me...helping you broaden your horizons."
Briana frowned. "And let me guess? She's just like Phoebe with the possessiveness and the not being willing to share even after the love of her life has hurt her by sleeping with others?" She shook her head. "Gods the women here need someone to talk to them about these things."
"And let me guess, you're just the person to talk to them?" Sam replied. "Yes, my girlfriend is kind of like Phoebe, I guess. You, on the other hand, aren't. So who are you?"
Briana looked around to make sure they were alone and then she smirked. "Briana Winstridge. But the name doesn't matter." Her eyes flared pink and she pointed at him. "Freeze," she said in Latin.
"Not a demon," she confirmed. "Briana Winstridge, formerly of France -- where people like you burned my kind at the stake." She smiled cruelly. "Oh, Phoebe? That soft-hearted loser is still in here somewhere, but it doesn't matter because she's never going to be coming back."
"Oh? I wouldn't be too sure about that," Sam said with a smirk. "There are an awful lot of people here who are very fond of Phoebe, and they aren't going to just step aside while you take her place."
"Once we have the artifact, it won't matter what you all want. We will have the power to crush anyone who stands against us. This body belongs to me now and she's gone forever." She smiled as she accessed her host's memories. "Perhaps your father should have taught her how to protect herself against possession?"
Sam all but growled at the mention of his father. "I'm sure he'll be doing so once Phoebe's back, and you're gone. If nothing else, he can find a way to get rid of you now, before you find your artifact."
"Oh, now see, we cannot have that. Isobel, Madeline and I have waited a very long time to get out of the abyss and get the artifact. There is no way I can let you or your father stop us." She pointed her index and small fingers at him. Her eyes flared pink. "Forget," she said in Latin as pinkinsh-purple light shot at him.
"Yeah, I just had a fight with Dean yesterday and so I didn't get much sleep last night," he said, feeling very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, is there something I can help you with?"
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