When Sam met Christian

A/N: It's been a while, but this fic needed to happen. For some context, I've been reading a sporking by Gehayi and Ket Makura of the Fifty Shades Trilogy. I am just over halfway through the spork of book 1, and I am categorically furious. I can't even read the entire deal in one go, because it makes me mad. For many reasons, but I will outline just three.
1: Nobody deserves the treatment Ana receives. Not from anybody. She is uninformed, naive, and raped into submission by a total asshole with delusions of grandeur. Entering into any kind of deal you don't understand should be done carefully, and with a lot more research than just taking the word of a total douchenozzle.
2: The sort of excrement portrayed in this book is not romance, it is not sexy, it is not okay. I had a PSA regarding stalking in one of my other fics, but I will tack one on here too. If a person behaves the way Christian Grey has behaved in this book, get help. Call the police. Report them. Man or woman, gay, lesbian, bi, cis, trans, or any other way you choose to live your life, you deserve to be loved, and treated with total and absolute respect.
3: In the words of Imagine Dragons, "I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been". I'm tired of rape culture, and I just want to right this wrong, even if it means calling on three good – fictional – friends who have helped me through some serious, ahem, excrement.

So, with that PSA out the way, let's dive in.

Chapter 1

Sam Winchester adjusted the suit jacket, and ran his fingers through his hair. There had been reports of suspicious activity in Seattle, Washington, and Sam was on his way to interview one of the senior managers at Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Dean had rolled his eyes at the name. "since when does a company need to tell us it's an enterprise, a holding, and incorporated?"

Sam had raised his eyebrows at that comment. Dean was not exactly known within the hunter community as being particularly hands on with the nitty gritty research. That comment would have surprised most hunters, but Dean was a man of many talents. "My guess, the guy who started the company, some guy named Christian Grey, thought the name sounded good, without looking deeper into the implications."

Sam now stood, looking up at the building in front of him. He really didn't want to go in. Sam hated corporate types, and he hated having to interview them even more. But this was necessary. Five young women had gone missing in the city over the last few months, and every single woman had been linked back to this company. They had all begun internships within the company, vanishing shortly after.

The reason the two hunters were even there was that most of the women had vanished from their apartments, with no sign of the doors or windows being forced. The local police had only found fur at the scenes, causing some speculation as to what was taking the women. And so, the hunters had decided to investigate.

Sam entered the large reception area, and made his way over to the desk along the far wall. A moderately attractive blonde woman smiled up at him, taking a quick look at the FBI badge he handed to her. "Agent James Morrison. You must be here to talk to Rebecca."

Sam nodded. "Which way do I go?"

The receptionist, Sienna Cole, handed him a visitor's pass. "Go to the elevators on the left. The security guard will direct you to her office."

Sam smiled, and followed the directions given. Dean was busy interviewing family and friends; otherwise he would have been with Sam, snarking at all of the bland beige décor. Somebody had clearly decided white was too stark, and any other colour was far too unprofessional. So here Sam was, inside a beige elevator with a security guard in an eggshell coloured jacket, and they were currently stepping out into a cream hallway.

Through one more set of glass doors later, Sam found himself in the waiting area of an executive office. The blonde assistant smiled at him, and offered him a seat. "Miss Kennedy will see you shortly, Agent Morrison."

Sam nodded, taking the cup of coffee he had been offered, and looking out over Seattle through the floor to ceiling glass window.

Ten minutes later, the phone on the assistant's desk buzzed. "Send in the FBI agent, Patricia."

Patricia stood up, and Sam stood with her. The door opened, and a brunette stood up from behind the desk. "Thank you, Patricia." She turned to Sam. "Shall we take a seat?"

Sam followed the woman to the set of cream-coloured armchairs in the corner, and fought a smile. But Rebecca Kennedy had already seen it. "Something amusing, Agent?"

Sam shook his head. "No, ma'am. Just noting the colour scheme. It seems a little…" he struggled to find the words.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Beige? Because, trust me, it wouldn't be my first choice. But Mr Grey, he requested every office space and public access to be uniform and professional. Hence, the beige."

Sam smiled. "At least I don't need to work in the space full time." He picked up the manila folder he had been carrying. "You know why I'm here."

Rebecca nodded. "The women. The disappearances."

Sam nodded. "We have reason to believe they were all linked to the company."

Rebecca sat back. "Yes, they were all interns here at one point. But that is no reason to believe we are involved in the disappearances. The police have already looked into this."

Sam opened the folder. "With all due respect, we do need to conduct our own investigation."

Rebecca shook her head with a smile. "I know. It is just so frustrating, having so many police through the building."

Sam continued asking questions, establishing that the five women had all been interns to the top level managers; one had even been an intern for Rebecca herself. "Josephine had been such a hard-worker. Willing to go the extra mile. It was a loss to my department when she vanished."

Sam shut his notepad. He had been recording the conversation anyway, but had been taking notes regardless. "Can I get a copy of the security footage for the last three months? I'm interested to see if there was anything the women did that could have caused this."

Rebecca stood up and went to her desk. While she made the call to security, Sam looked out over the city. Someone or something in this city had taken those women, and it was up to him and his brother to find out what, and put a stop to it. Rebecca put the phone down. "Just wait here, Agent Morrison. The security department will bring the footage to my office once they have copied it.

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Sam rubbed his eyes, and pushed to his feet. He had been watching the security footage for close to five hours, and nothing interesting had happened yet. Dean was doing the same, but he had also drawn a blank. "Five hours, Sam. Five hours, and nothin'."

Sam grabbed a glass of water. The small motel was currently home, until the case was done. Until then, Dean and Sam were stuck here. Sam stared at the moose head on the wall, and frowned. "There's something we're missing, Dean."

Dean looked up. "It seems normal, aside from this place looking like the Stepford Wives. I swear only blondes work here."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Trust you to notice."

Dean grinned. "What can I say? I'm a man of taste." He then frowned. "But this is creepy. The people who are in the public eye – reception, assistants – they are all blonde. Interns are brunette. Everyone else is male."

Sam went over to where Dean was sitting. Dean had been reviewing the footage in the waiting area of the CEO, and Sam watched as the assistant moved about, printing and filing. A brunette entered, and Dean paused. "That woman? She's Marisol Olsen. The latest victim. This is a week before she disappeared. She was sent for by the CEO, that Grey guy, for a meeting. A week later? Gone."

Sam frowned. "Any other correlation? This could be a coincidence."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Coincidence? Sammy, when have we ever believed in coincidence?"

Sam pulled a face. "Never."

Together, they began to track through the footage. Each time, a week before the disappearances, the woman in question had been called up to the CEO for a meeting. It was all far too convenient for Sam and Dean.

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Sam watched Dean take a bite of his greasy burger. "How can you eat that?"

Dean chewed loudly, and took another massive bite. He knew it irritated his brother. Sam was patient, waiting for Dean to finish being a child, and answer his question. Once Dean was done slurping his soda, he tossed the burger wrapper into the trashcan in the corner. "Sammy, I say we bust into that office, and go over it with EMF, Geiger counter. Something is in there that doesn't like women."

Sam nodded in agreement. It was time for action. Well, almost. It was still only around three in the afternoon, far too early for some breaking and entering.

As Dean stood up, a rush of cold static filled the room, accompanied by a loud pop. Both men turned to face their new arrival. The man stood there in the corner, his trench coat out of place anywhere else. But on Castiel, it was part of the package. "Cas, you made it."

Dean was pleased, and went over to give the angel a hug. Sam waved, and picked up his takeout container. He tossed it into the trash, while Dean filled Cas in on what had been going on. Cas, as always, was pretty impassive, but he listened anyway. Dean finished recapping what they had, and showed Cas the footage. "This office, you need to get into it?"

Sam shrugged. "Sure, it would be handy to know what's behind that door."

Dean pulled a face. "Probably more beige."

Cas looked at them both. He didn't understand the tone of Dean's voice, but he realised there was some joke he had missed. This was nothing new, really. He was used to being on the outside, looking in. "I can get you into the office."

Sam picked up his cell phone. "can you do it without blowing every electronic device in the building?"

Cas looked sheepish, but nodded. Dean grabbed his jacket, and picked up his own cell phone. It was times like these that Cas was definitely handy. Cas walked over to them. "Ready?"

Both men nodded, and then vanished.

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Christian Grey stood at his office window, looking out over early afternoon Seattle. He scowled at nothing, and turned away from the dazzling view. There was no real need for him to even be here, not when his board of directors usually managed a lot of the workload. This left the usually busy man at a loose end, especially since news had filtered up through the ranks that an FBI agent had visited his building, looking for information on some missing interns.

Grey sat down in his executive chair, and fidgeted with a pen, before he pushed to his feet. He needed air, and he needed to burn off some excess energy. He pulled the inter-leading door between his office and the waiting area open, and walked past his assistant without a word. He didn't need to answer to her. He answered to nobody.

Grey strode through the hallways, and up a small flight of stairs. His destination was the small rooftop seating area, its primary function to allow meetings to be held in the open air, and away from prying eyes and video cameras.

The afternoon sun streamed around him, and Grey stared off at the cityscape. A slight static charge made him jump, and he looked around. Nothing. Grey shrugged. It had clearly been a long day, and he was now imagining things. He stayed where he was, enjoying the sunshine, unaware of what was going on below.

A/N2: So, I hope you enjoyed the first instalment. Any feedback would be helpful, and reviews always make me smile. See you next chapter.