[She means to head the opposite way; Cami's shift at the bar is over , and she's headed down to her room to rest for a bit. But on her way out her phone slips between purse and hand, falls to the floor in just the right place for Cami to kick it further down the hall. She huffs out a laugh at her own clumsiness, turns intending to take the few steps needed to pick it up--

Then stops mid-stride as she sees the trail of blood where it's landed.

This isn't at all the first time Cami's come across a massacre. In her own world they're--well. Far more common than such a tragedy has a right to be. But even though there is only one body at the end of the path, there's so much blood it feels like there should be more. She swallows hard, wills back the urge to be sick as her stomach rolls, the panic that wants to grip her mind. There's too much blood to expect this poor soul to be saved, and yet she still has to try.

So she moves over to the body, once living and whole, reaches into the mess to try and find where his pulse should be. A futile effort met with its expected reward, fingers covered in red, tacky fluid. How could they not be, when so little of him is left in tact? She doesn't want to look, but part of her knows she has to. She needs to figure out who this is, except that when she does, it's completely wrong.

She's not supposed to meet Sam this way. They only run into each other at parties, where Cami makes jokes about ridiculous hats and gets him to dance even when neither of them really want to, just to tease him.

She sucks in a deep breath, although that almost makes it worse. That much blood carries with it a smell, metallic and sharp, and she can almost taste it for how strong it is. But she can't let herself falter now. Someone has done this, and with no event in progress, that someone remains a danger to everyone else in the mansion.]

[She stands up, takes a few steps away from the body. Her eyes keep a constant watch on the hall around her, even as she turns on the phone to send out a message--audio only. She won't subject anyone else to this sight if she can avoid it.]

Um. I'm sorry, but--there's been a murder on the fifth floor. [There can be no other word for it. This violence, this cruelty can be no accident.] I found the victim. Sam. It's Sam Winchester.

[God, what is she even saying? Cami, of all people, should be able to put these words together better.]

Please don't come up here unless you absolutely have to. I'm near room--[A pause, as she looks for the nearest door] Room thirteen. I don't know who did it; there wasn't anyone here when I found him, but someone did. So please, be careful.