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Salem pulled Cas to his feet, still smiling. It felt good helping someone who needed it. It also felt good that said person accepted her help. Due to her darker appearance, most people tended to avoid her. Once he was standing she released his hand and turned to go fetch her backpack, but stopped when she saw he was swaying on the spot. Before he collapsed she ducked to his side, dipping her head so his arm could drape over her neck.
Dude, what the hell hap-, She began to question in a bewildered voice, but stopped at his weak expression and pale face. Her legs were shaking at supporting all this dead weight, and that decided whether she should grab her backpack or not. It's not like anyone would steal it though, for her town was one of those crime-free ones where the most insidious act is a stolen towel. So, with the fact that her home was near, she began trudging heavily through the clumped snow. Her expression was one of fierce determination, and her hazel eyes were narrowed. This man, Cas, needed her help, and there was no way she would let him down.
Thankfully, after about fifteen minutes of supporting Cas while carefully manuevering around patches of slippery ice, she spotted her house. She exhaled at this and returned to panting heavily, sweat sticking her dark brown hair to her brow. Salem struggled up the few steps to the dark green front door and managed to kick open the screen door. After resting for a few moments, she fumbled for her keys, then jammed the right one, which was a bright silver, into the lock. She twisted and staggered into the mud room. She continued forward, now in the living room, and roughly dropped Cas onto the couch, which was positioned to the left of the door. He lay on the tan and red piece of furniture, his forehead beaded with sweat, his face ashen. She leaned against her kitchen countertop, trying to compose herself. No one was home, as usual, so she could leave Cas for a short amount of time to go retrieve her backpack. She prided herself in being a good student, and her backpack contained her school binder. Just in case he awoke, which she assumed wouldn't be any time soon, she quickly scribbled an explanation to where she was on a faded pink sticky note. After she was finished, she quickly bounded diagonally across the living room, and dashed through the door.
-About 8 minutes later-
Salem leapt up the concrete steps to her home, her heavy backpack clinging to her back. She quickly whipped open the screen door and proceeded inside, pushing open the heavy green door. The screen banged shut behind her as she stepped inside, dropping her backpack nonchalantly to the side, making sure it was positioned so no one would trip over it. She poked her head into the living room, and saw that Cas was still out cold, and looking worse. She kicked her black boots off and stored them in a closet, along with her heavy winter coat. She then hurriedly zipped to Cas's side and felt his forhead. Strangely, it wasn't hot. Not taking any chances, she turned and raced up the stairs, turning left at the top to enter her room. Inside was the bed she never used, a futon, which served as her sleeping quarters, a small table, and a bureau, atop which perched a lamp. She walked over to bed, grabbing a pillow from the futon's surface. She plopped the pillow at the farther end of the bed and stood back, admiring her handiwork. Deciding it would do, she headed back downstairs, returning to the couch. She took a deep breath and gently slung his arm around her neck. Salem then stood, pulling him up with great effort, and turned to face the stairs.
-After an agonizing trip up the stairs.-
Salem's face was a dark red when she stumbled into her room, and sweat was once against plastered to her forehead. She staggered over to her bed and slipped Cas's motionless body on top of the sheeted mattress. She then slid to the floor, her back leaning against the bedstand, breathing heavily.
Damn stairs, She muttered, placing her palm against her forehead. She exhaled a couple times before standing shakily. She was about to take off Cas's shoes when a thought occurred to her. Why the hell was she helping this stranger? She had just carried him up into her bedroom and all she knew was his name. At this realization she slunk over to her futon and sat down, her fingers intwined beneath her chin, her eyes narrowing. Why had she done this? Was it because he was someone who needed help? No. She had seen many people in need and had neglected to assist them. Was it perhaps because he was quite attractive? Maybe, but she also considered herself to be like Sherlock Holmes; asexual. Or perhaps he just made her feel the need to help him? His aura perhaps? She shook her head, her thoughts jumbled. She sighed, deciding to think of this question at a later time, and stood, walking back over to Cas.
She took off both his shoes and socks and neatly placed them in the corner nearest to the bed. She then slid off his suit jacket and his dark blue tie and placed them on her bureau, both folded. She then grabbed a dark blue blanket that she had sitting atop her futon and draped it over Cas. She wondered what was wrong with him; she didn't see any visible wounds or blood. She checked her watch and saw that her father would be home in a couple hours. He worked a state over, and had to return a work car he had borrowed, which was from another state over, so he would be home later than usual. She nodded to herself and thought she could perhaps persuade him to allow her to stay home tomorrow, which was a Friday. After all, Christmas break started that weekend. She was naturally quite pale, and had aquired dark shadows beneath her eyes from staying up late on her computer. She could pull off being sick, she was certain. At this moment Cas stirred and she twisted around.
Salem bent down beside him and lightly shook his arm, trying to assist him in awakening. His brilliant blue eyes fluttered open and she sighed in some relief.
Hey Cas, She said in a soft tone, trying not to alarm him, considering he had a lot to take in, like his surroundings.
Where am I? He asked, obviously not recognizing her room. He tried to sit up but she pushed him back down gently.
You kinda collapsed and so I carried you to my house. You're in my room right now, Salem explained, blushing lightly. When she said what she had done outloud, it sounded much more heroic than how it was.
I see, He responded, staring at her unblinkingly. She waited for him to continue, but when he didn't, she decided to continue the conversation.
Um, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but what the hell happened to you? She asked, eyes blazing with curiosity.
I don't remember really anything, He replied, his brow furrowing a bit. She frowned a bit at this, feeling quite sympathetic for him.
You don't remember anything except your name? Maybe a family member's name? She prompted, her expression one of disbelief.
Cas furrowed his brow and seemed to be concentrating as hard as he could. She remained silent and unmoving, not wanting to disrupt him. After a few moments, his eyes widened ever so slightly.
I do remember two names, He said in a firm tone, nodding slightly as if to confirm his thoughts.
Which are? She asked, still quite curious.
. .Dean and Sam.