[ I apologize for not writing for a long long time! D: ]
[ I promise to work on this story forevar! :D]
[ So sit tight and enjoy it! Oh yeah, I do not own Supernatural. Only Salem.]
It's not everyday that Salem saw an unconcious man in a suit laying on the ground.
I mean, the town she and her family resided in was one of those havens for the rich and snobby. Rarely did she witness any forms of violence, poverty, or selflessness. Almost all the residents took everything for granted, and the amount of money your family had or the latest electronic device you showed off determined your status.
It was sickening.
So, she made it her personal goal to be as un-greedy and as inconcerned about what others thought of her as possible. Instead of owning the latest product from Apple, she had a simple iPod Shuffle. And no, not the touch screen one. For a phone, she had an older model, one that wasn't made anymore. She also took to dressing in all black, with dark blue jeans the exception on some days. Whenever passing students glanced at her, she simply titled her chin up a little higher, and grinner. She also defied the authority figures at her school. They commanded that she not wear her dark black trenchcoat, one that she was quiet fond of. She simply shrugged and continued wearing it anyway.
Anyway, back to the story.
She had been trudging through the surprisingly thick snow, slowly heading her way home, when she spotted a motionless form strewn on the side of the road. Panicked, she hurried over, almost falling flat on her face at least two times in the process. She saw he was laying on her face, and gently rolled him onto his back. Both hands were free, due to the fact that her bulging backpack lay dropped a few yards behind them. Though she was quite concerned, she couldn't help but notice how handsome the stranger was. His tousled dark brown hair reminded her of her own, which many mistook for black, to her annoyance. She blinked and quickly checked for a pulse, registering that he had a faint one. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do, but then decided to check for any cell phone or form of identification. She had foolishly left hers charging in her bedroom, and regretted this choice greatly at the moment. Strangely, the man had neither a cell phone or wallet. This puzzled her. His appearance suggested one of an accountant or buisnessman, who always carried a work phone safely guarded. Yet, he didn't have one.
She was in the middle of debating whether ir not she should make a quick dash to her home when the stranger stirred with a groan. She lightly shook his suited arm, hoping the action would help awaken him. Thankfully, it did, and his eyelids fluttered open to reveal stunning blue eyes. Salem blinked at this, mentally confirming that he was very attractive, and tugged gently on his sleeve. He slowly turned to face her, his eyes confused and befuddled.
Hey, are you okay? She asked, her voice worried. The man titled his head to the side slightly, prompting his expression to be one of curiosity and confusion.
. .I-I don't know, He replied in a shaky tone, now observing his surroundings with a slightly frightened expression.