Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 4

It's A Terrible Life- Part 2

"You don't need to leave," he smiled at you as you took your seat. "Hi. Ian, is it? Yeah, come on in. Yesterday you filled out a 445-T and no problem, just a few errors when we did your switch over to Vista. So, I'm sure you're used to filling out the dash-R's, am I right?"

"Oh no," Ian whispered fearfully.

"No, no, no. It's fine. It's fine. I just need you to redo one today so I can get the show on the road with the invoicing," he pushed a piece of paper to the tech support guy, but Ian looked at it terrifyingly.

"Oh my God," he whispered.

"No, it's fine. Just refile it and we're square."

"I can't believe I did this," Ian panicked, and you knew something was wrong. "I can't believe I—I can't believe I did this."

"Ian are you okay?" you asked after exchanging glances with Dean.

"No, no. It affected profits. It—I screwed up. I—I can't—I can't—I am so sorry. I—how could I do that? I failed Sandover. I failed the company."

"Alright, why don't you sit down, Ian? You will feel better," you said as you got up, offering him your seat.

"No," he whimpered as he rushed out of the room. Looking at Dean, you both rushed after the employee all the way to the men's room. Dean rushed in there to confront him, but you stayed outside since it was the men's room. Opening the door a smidge, you tried to hear what was going on, but the sinks were all on that made it harder to hear.

Sighing, you noticed your breath like it does when it was extremely cold. Placing your hand inside, goosebumps formed all over your arm because it was so cold in there. Why was it so cold, and why does this feel familiar? Maybe you should give Dean and Ian some space before you heard Dean yell in fear. Screw the rules, you rushed inside to see Ian with a pencil in his neck, bleeding out on the floor.

Looking up, you saw the reflection of an old man in the mirror, but no one else was in the bathroom with you three.

"No way," you whispered, glancing down at Ian before looking back at the man. However, he was gone as soon as he appeared.

"Someone help!" you yelled as you rushed out of the bathroom.

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"No, I, I followed him into the bathroom," Dean sighed as he told the police what happened. The coroner rolled Ian out in a body bag with everyone watching. "He was, uh—he was standing there in front of the mirror, and then he stabbed himself in the neck. I'm sorry, that's, um..."

Looking up, you noticed Sam watching with painful eyes. When you two made eye contact, something clicked. For a second, and only a second, he wasn't wearing a Sandover uniform, he was dressed in jeans, layers of upper clothing, and they were bloodied. Taking a deep breath, the officer left, and Dean took you to his office to sort this out.

"What the hell just happened?" you asked once Dean shut the door.

"I don't know, he kind of just flipped," he said as he reached into the mini closet he had before taking out a shirt. He removed his tie before removing his bloodied shirt. Your breath hitched when you saw his back muscles, and a lot of dirty thoughts entered your mind.

"You saw him too, didn't you?" you were talking about the old man.

"Yeah," he sighed, putting on the new shirt. Seeing his chest and abs made your panties want to come right off, but you had to be professional about this.

"That was a fucking ghost back there. I mean as scary as this might sound, that was kind of exciting. Nothing ever happens here, and we see a fucking ghost? Tell me you're not excited by this."

"You know who else wondered about ghosts?"

"Sam."

"Sit down, I'll call him up," he said, picking up the phone. Taking a seat, you watched all kinds of emotions cross by Dean's features, his beautiful features. If only you weren't a pussy, you would tell him how you felt. Just like Ian, it took Sam only a few moments to get to his office.

"Come on in. Shut the door," Dean instructed. Sam exchanged glances with you before doing what he was told. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm not sure I know."

"What the hell does that mean?" you asked.

"Sam Wesson. I started here three weeks ago."

"Alright. You cornered us in the elevator talking about ghosts. And now," he sighed, staring at you as he paused.

"Now what?

"Nothing," Dean spoke before you could, taking out a bottle that contained one of his disgusting juice cleansing things. "I, uh...so you started working here three weeks ago, huh? Us too. It's the Master Cleanse. You tried it? Phenomenal. Detoxes you like nobody's business."

"When you were in that bathroom with Ian, did you see something?" Sam asked.

"Maybe," you hesitated.

"Wait. Are you saying that—did you see a ghost?"

"We were freaking out. The guy penciled his damn neck."

"You did, didn't you? Okay, listen. What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?"

"So, what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you're telling us?" you asked as Sam took the seat next to you.

"I know it sounds crazy, but yes, that's what I'm telling you."

"Uh-huh. Based on what?"

"Instinct."

"I've got the same instinct."

"Yeah, me too," you sighed.

"Seriously? You know those dreams I was telling you about? I was dreaming about ghosts, and then it turns out that there's a real ghost."

"So, you're telling us that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?"

"No. I mean, that would be nuts. I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So, I've been digging around a little," he grinned as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Dean. "I think I found a connection between the two guys."

"You broke into their email accounts?" you said after seeing what the paper really was.

"I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity. So, it turns out Ian and Paul both got this same email telling them to report to HR, room fourteen forty-four."

"HR's on seven. Should we go check it out?"

"Like right now?" Sam's brows shot straight up.

"No. No, it's getting late. You're right," Dean sighed. Awkward silence passed between you three before Sam broke it.

"I am dying to check this out right now," Sam grinned.

"Right?" Staring at the two men, you couldn't help but feel the same way.

"Come on, they should all be out by now," you spoke as you got up. The men followed you to the elevator which took you to the seventh floor. Walking down the hallway, you heard a man yell inside room 1444. Rushing to it, you found it was locked.

"Stand back," Sam said, moving you out of the way before kicking it down. Very impressed with that, you ran inside to see a man underneath a shelf that had fallen. You three rushed over to the man to help him up, but Dean was thrown back into another shelf. Sam was next, and he went flying across the room. Glaring, you gave whoever that was a roundhouse kick to the face, but it went right through him. Shocked that this was happening, the ghost threw you to the ground, making you groan out in pain.

If you three didn't do something soon, then this man would die. The ghost walked over to the man with electricity coming out of his hand. Dean scrambled to get up and found a wrench before swinging it at the man. At the first contact, he dissipates, causing everything to go still. Getting up, you aided in removing the shelf to free the man.

"How'd you know how to do that?" you asked.

"I have no idea," Dean panted.