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[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.

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[For better or worse, the frustration that has Klaus lash out at Cami gives her something to fight against in return. In an impossible world filled with nonsensical events, standing at the site where her acquaintance has been mutilated, Cami at least knows how to handle this. Looking back on it, she might even be thankful to Klaus for his anger, and the sense of grounding it gives her to push back against it.]

I haven't heard from them yet, and there's no guaranteeing people have listened to the message. [She crosses her arms across her chest, not meaning to let Klaus have a second go at grabbing her. She's clearly not intending on going anywhere for the time being, danger and horror both be damned.] Not to mention that he's someone I know, Klaus. I'm not going to just leave him like this.

[ Her movement has his eyes narrowing. He's very tempted to sling her over his shoulder so he can dump her off in her room, locking her in. She can be upset with him all she wants, he does such things in order to protect people.

His methods may not be agreeable, but they work. ]

So, you propose, what? We stay until someone manages to come for him, then you work a little bit of your therapeutic magic to make it seem all better? [ Amazingly, this is not an actual dig about her choice of studies, but rather the need to mourn in a place where the dead don't stay dead for longer than a few days. ] This is no longer your friend, just a body.

[She can practically read that desire in his eyes, to go so far to protect her he’d go against her will and physically pull her away. But he would have a fight every step of the way, because immortal hybrid or not Cami would struggle against him the whole time. Even recognizing the futility wouldn’t be enough to dissuade her, and neither is Klaus’ attempt at a counterargument.]

That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Klaus. I’m not leaving until I know he’s taken care of, and if I can help the people who are going to be hurt by this? Then all the better. [Because while he may disregard their pain, Cami certainly doesn’t. She’s seen how it wears on people when loved ones die, even in a world design to subvert the very finality of it.

And oh, when he suggests that Sam is somehow less because of what has happened? Then it’s her eyes that narrow, and her anger that rises to the surface. Cami knows just how wrong he is, because she’s seen that grief and that sorrow in him.] Was I just a body when I got killed, Klaus? Would you have been okay with Jo just leaving me on the barroom floor for anyone to find?

[ His jaw clenches, teeth grinding together in frustration as he wills himself to not take physical action. He respects Cami, more than he thought he would respect a human, and so he will hold off on his more viking tendencies of kidnapping. ]

You've made your point. [ He grudgingly allows this much, but nothing else. Damn her need to be stubborn. ] I would suggest a sheet or blanket to cover him for the moment, unless you wish for someone to stumble upon this sight unaware like you did.

[She can practically hear the way he grinds his teeth, everything in Klaus’ posture tense with equal measures of his desire to pounce and his self-imposed restraint. In the end it’s the latter that wins out, and while it may seem a small concession Cami knows Klaus too well to be fooled. When he decides a course of action is for the best, hardly anything will dissuade him. Be it daggering his siblings, murdering his parents, or plotting war to take over a city, very little could hope to manage to stand against the force of his will.

So she’s all the more relieved when somehow, her desire does.]

A sheet. That’s a good idea. [One Cami hasn’t thought of in her panic, but that now seems obvious. Before she goes to fetch it, however, she reaches out, wrapping her arms around Klaus in a tight hug. Perhaps it’s pushing too far, but Cami can’t stop herself. The one thing Klaus provides her in his own twisted way is a sense of safety; he won’t leave her alone up here, and for that, she’s grateful beyond words.]

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