Here's another short chapter :) [I have a feeling this is going to be composed of just a few short chapters. This is the first time I've attempted a fic so I apologize for the lack of length and quality]

Sidenote: Let's pretend that Michael, in a fit of Toby-hatred, moved Ryan back to the annex and stuck Toby in Ryan's tiny closet/office

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After their discovery of the demonic clue, the brothers figured they may be needed after all. Of course they wouldn't tell Dwight just yet about what they suspected was lurking in the corners. Telling him would probably only make things worse so they figured the best thing to do was just stick around for a while and keep an eye on him. If there were demons around, they were there for a reason and the Winchesters intended to find out why.

That's when they found the small leather bundle wedged between a couple of hard covers in Dwight's book case. A hex bag.

Dean's nose wrinkled in disgust as he quickly shoved the bag in his jacket pocket. He hated witches with a passion.

"Dwight" began Sam tentatively "do you think it's possible for anyone to want to harm you? Someone you don't like or doesn't like you very much…"

"Yeah" quipped Dean, "make any enemies lately, farmer Joe?"

"Fact. I dislike many people. They are idiotic and pointless. So yes, I may have a few enemies here and there."

Of course. Why wouldn't anyone have it out for this guy? Just listen to him.

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"So not only are we helping some crazy weirdo in the middle of I don't care where but now I'm working at some paper company that no one's even heard of? I thought this guy was a farmer not some damn paper salesman!"

"Calm down, Dean. It's only until we can figure out what's got it in for this guy. Plus, you're not doing salesman work. I got you a job downstairs as a mechanic. Seemed more like your cup of tea."

"Great. So we're splitting up and you get to sit up in the fancy air conditioned office with the other nerds while I sweat my ass off down in the stuffy basement"

"Ok. Would you rather sit at a computer desk all day or would you like to fix things with other tough guys. Cars or computers, Dean? Really… I'm surprised you're even arguing over it"

Dean looked away begrudgingly, knowing well that his brother raised a good point. He'd probably jump out the window if he had to stare at a stupid computer screen all day. Not only that but he was quite gifted when it came to cars… among other things, he thought to himself with a smile.

"Michael Scott at your service!" announced a loud, short man rather obnoxiously. When Sam noticed half the people in the office barely even glanced at them, he realized interruptions were probably not all that uncommon.

"Hi" Dean began "I'm Dave, he's… Keith." he realized he had almost forgotten Sam's new fake name. "We're the new workers"

"Yes! The new warehouse guys! More slaves under my command" Michael blurted out, then glanced nervously over at a large African American man on the other side of the room. From the lift of the eyebrow and shake of his head, Sam and Dean could tell he had heard and just didn't bother making a fuss over it. We're they really so used to this guy already?

"Oh um… actually Dave's supposed to be in the warehouse. I'm gonna be doing tech stuff up here." corrected Sam, as he was known to do

"Ichh… tech guy… you can go sit in the annex." Michael cringed from Sam ever so slightly "C'mon new warehouse guy! I'll show you around. They all love me down there"

I doubt it thought Sam. Dean turned away with a grin. Of course Dean was loving every minute he was praised more highly than Sam. Even if there was no actual reason for it.

He was left standing in the middle of the office, awkwardly towering over it's seated occupants. He wasn't really sure what had happened but the boss apparently had a thing against IT guys. What was it with people in this town? Were they all this odd?

Glancing around at the seemingly uncaring office workers, he noticed a fairly young saleswoman who was seated to his right glance at the equally young salesman across the desk. She then looked up at him and got up from her seat.

"I'm sorry about Michael." She began, apologetically. "He has a really bad habit of judging people based on what department they're in. Specially if you're in HR or IT. He'll get over it though. We had a new HR representative come in once, a while back, and he hated her at first but now he's madly in love with her"

"Oh" said Sam, unsure about how to approach all this newfound information. He jokingly added "As long as that's not the case with me…"

His new coworker chuckled at that and extended her hand. "I'm Pam Halpert."

"Keith" he replied, noticing the pause during the handshake when she waited for a last name. He would have told her but, in all honesty, he forgot which one he was using today. He'd have to check his paper later and make sure to really commit it to memory.

"If you'd like, I can show you to your desk. Michael put you in the annex, right?" after a nod from 'Keith' she grimaced and added "I'm sorry…"

Following her to the back of the office, he noticed how pretty she was. She was polite, helpful, and had a nice smile. Then he noticed the wedding ring on her finger and the little glance she had shared with that guy made more sense. That was just as well. A hunter really shouldn't be romantically involved with anyone, as he and Dean had learned the hard way. With his luck, he'd wake up to find her burning on the ceiling of climbing out of a window during a full moon. He snorted and shook his head at the absurdity of his love life.