"As you can guess, Mr. Winchester, tight lips are an absolute when working in this facility. What you do, what you see, or hear, is to be kept to yourself." The sharp staccato of heels meeting tile reverberated throughout the hall in which two bodies briskly walked. "Secrecy is key. We do not need any of our research getting out. It could be disastrous."
A thin brunette dressed in a plain grey suit stopped at a door, pressing in a key code and pausing to look at the male beside her. Green eyes met pale blue momentarily before the door opened with a soft whoosh and they proceeded their walk.
"We specialize in biological study. Of course, I can not tell you everything we do, nor why we do it. I can, however, tell you that some of our experiments are now living and you would do well to exercise caution around them. We have a total of seven, currently, two of which have finally made it to the final stages of their... Process. "
"Wait, so you mean to tell me there's science projects walking' around?" A deep voice interrupted, causing a slightly exasperated sigh to slip through thin lips.
"No, they are confined to their quarters. It would be very dangerous to have them loose." Another pause as they went through another pair of doors that led to a bright office. Everything was white. The walls, the floors, even the desk and chairs. A thin hand gestured to one of said chairs that sat before the long white desk. The woman went behind the desk and took a seat in a plush looking office chair. The male sat in the suggested chair, looking expectantly at the woman before him. A nameplate on her desk read Naomi Rightson - Director.
"We'll need you at night, seeing as most of our scientists prefer to work during the day and we can't have you getting in the way. Six in the evening to seven in the morning, can you do that?" A pause for a nod. "Very well then, you can begin tonight. I'll have Samandriel show you how we do things and how everything works. And please, Mr. Winchester, discretion."
"Yeah, uhh, no problem Miss Rightson. Tonight at six?" Came the gruff reply.
"Actually, you're going to be briefed before you leave. And please, simply Naomi works just fine. Just a moment." Not even five minutes later, a thin man, no a kid, the seated man thought walked through the door. "Show Mr. Winchester the responsibilities he will have while under our employment "
A quick nod and the kid turned to the seated male and gestured for him to follow. He rose, walking easily behind the smaller male. He looked meek, mild tempered and so, so young. He couldn't have been a day over sixteen.
"I'm Samandriel, but you can call me Sam. What's your name?"
"The name's Dean Winchester." The male, Dean, gazed over at his new coworker. "Got a brother named Sam. How 'bout that?"
"Okay, Dean. It's pretty simple to work here. Keeping to yourself is the best way to go. Just follow orders and you'll be alright." Samandriel took him down several hallways, each one too white, too bright from the lights in the ceiling. They came up to a room titled Supplies and the younger male typed in a few digits and after a loud click, opened the door.
"I'll get you your list for the codes, they're changed every week so make sure you always get a new one on Monday. Our carts are over here, I was told you're going to be our new mechanic too, so you'll also get a toolbox with your cart. Things don't usually break around here, but we can always use more help to clean." As he spoke, he started to gather various bottles and materials to place on an empty cart. He spared a quick glance to his companion to make sure he was listening before continuing. "Miss Naomi is real particular about cleanliness. Everything has to be wiped down, disinfected. Most of the scientists aren't here while we are here, so it's pretty chill." Samandriel paused, looking over at Dean. "Any questions?"
"Yeah, what kind of experiments do you guys got goin' on in here. She said some of them are living?" Dean questioned, a grimace playing on his face. His companion got oddly quiet, suddenly preoccupied with the piece of paper in his hand.
"Well, I don't know a lot. I mostly just know about my own wing, and what I hear from the others about their wings. We all get assigned our own wings, I know on my wing there's an experiment they named Anael. She looks just like a girl, but she's dangerous. I try to just get everything cleaned up quickly. She makes me uncomfortable. She just watches me." He fidgeted slightly, frowning to himself before smiling over at Dean.
"Hold up, they made a person?"
"Yeah, is it really so hard to believe?"
Dean frowned. "That don't worry you, at all?"
Samandriel shook his head, turning to Dean and handing him a white piece of paper.
"Here's your codes. They named each wing, there's seven of them, after days of the week. It looks like you'll have Thursday. I started on that wing. I didn't like it, the experiment there is still sleeping, but I got some weird feelings in there. Then they moved me to Friday, and I feel uncomfortable, but not as bad as Thursday. Adam has Sunday, but he said he feels comfortable with his experiment. First thing you do is wipe everything down with this," he picked up a piece of material and a spray bottle, " floors are always last, this way if there's anything on the counters or tabletops you can just get it up later."
Samandriel went over his list of duties, from checking all the machines in his wing, to how he was supposed to wipe even the chairs and even to how he should walk while around his experiment so he doesn't 'offend.'
Dean mentally sighed, if it wasn't for Sammy, he wouldn't be here in this creepy ass place with his creepy ass boss and these creepy ass experiments. Never did he think he'd work as a janitor, but after his latest mishap, he was lucky that Sam was able to get him a job anywhere. He was grateful, just not enthusiastic about cleaning up after a bunch of people around weird ass creations every night.
His boss seemed to have some serious issues. She was overly friendly, but he could see the tight control she exhibited in the way she moved, could see the harsh ice in her eyes. Her friendly demeanor was definitely a front, he thought. Even the kid he was supposed to learn from said she was particular, she was probably just a control freak.
But these experiment things? He wasn't sure about them. There were just some lines you didn't cross, and from what he knew, he could only wonder how many of them were left behind in the creation of something unnatural that was supposed to be natural. What could be so different about them if they were created and not born?
Shaking off the feeling of unease that came over him with his train of thought, he tuned back in to what Samandriel was saying. ".. So as long as you don't try to mess with anything that seems to be in use, the scientists usually don't complain. Sometimes they leave it overnight to continue the next day. So, yeah, there's a list of codes and a list of what you have to do, just incase you forget, waiting for you on your cart. Your uniform is in your wing, each one has a different one. I guess because each experiment is different." Dean nodded, frowning to himself at the sheer amount of things he would do well to remember. "So yeah, I'll see you tonight!"
Samandriel smiles brightly at him, teeth showing and all. How he could possibly be so cheerful in such a drab work environment, Dean would never know.
With a one armed wave, Dean took his list of codes so he could get back to his cart and left the building. He walked quickly to his car, his beloved baby, a gleaming black '67 Chevy Impala. Opening the door, he slid in to the driver's seat. He pulled out his phone, sent a quick text to his brother Sam and started his car to head home for a few hours of shut eye before his long first night in his new job