He had been planning on grabbing a bite and finding somewhere quiet to write. His shirt a little too tight and jeans snuggly showing off his ass, with his beautiful Alice strapped to his back he had so many things running through his head and then... a name, screamed, terror, fear, pain, darknesss... it was like one of Sandy’s bad days. Looking around he saw Cam on the floor, her eyes closed. They’d not really talked much since that night with the three of them- not that he was either eager to or adverse to, they just hadn’t. The night had been intense, but as with all flings Cas just went with the flow.
It took some doing, but he carefully checked her to make sure she hadn’t started to bleed or anything before carefully trying to move her to the side and out of the way. “Say, Wasn’t that a funny day, gee you had a funny way, a way about you.” He started to sing softly as he brushed a hand over her head, hoping to help dull the pain with his healing and invoke a sense of calm. He’d done this hundreds of times for Sandy, it felt like an old hat.