Warning: Supernatural violence
"So what is it that we'll be doing?" Dean asked as he followed Vanessa around the studio.
"Keeping the talent happy." She said, rolling her eyes. "Because if they aren't happy, no one is." Dean nodded, following her back to the office she had. She threw herself into a desk chair, sliding across the floor some. "Take a seat." She pointed at a chair over in the corner. "One perk of doing this is you don't have to dress up like a CPA."
"T-shirts and jeans?" He asked. "Really?"
"I came in last week wearing a Johnny Cash flipping off the camera t-shirt and jeans. All I got was a high five from the cameraman." She laughed. "Just wear clothes and you're fine." There was a knock at her door and Dean looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway.
"I need your keys." Sam said.
"What? Why?" Dean asked. Sam sighed.
"I'm being sent on a dry cleaner and Starbucks run." Sam told him. Vanessa couldn't stop the smile that she had. Dean handed Sam the keys to Baby and waited until his brother was gone from sight to look at Vanessa, who started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked.
"He's dealing with Ben Roshia. He's not exactly the best guy to work with." She sighed some. "It was a shame that he had to find Declan though."
"Declan?" Dean asked, playing dumb. He knew exactly who Declan was.
"He was a field reporter. We started out in the same intern group, but he worked his ass off and to climb in the ranks. It was such a shame that he killed himself…"
"I think I read about that online." Dean said. Vanessa nodded. "He wasn't the first, was he?"
"No. Since I've been working here, there's been four." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Dusty's predecessor, James Willey was found at the bottom of the stairs. Kristin McMann, a heavy piece of equipment fell on her. Holly Ford, they say she jumped off the room of the building. Then Declan."
"Damn." Dean said. Vanessa shrugged.
"I'm trying to stay positive." She said, smiling at Dean. "Come on, I'll take you down to our cafeteria and show you around. And, our chef makes some of the best pie in Indianapolis."
"You had me at pie." Dean laughed, following her to the cafeteria.
"I officially hate this city." Sam grumbled to himself as he walked out of Starbucks with Ben's order. Traffic was awful, and it seemed like every street he needed to turn down was closed or backed up. Gas was about the same price it seemed, but the gas stations were so hard to get in and out of that it didn't even seem worth it.
He made his back to the studio, upset that a six minute drive, according to Google Maps, was taking well over ten. He finally parked the car and made his way back inside to where Ben was. He was sitting on the desk in Kendra Beeson's office, smiling and flirting with her.
"Here's your Starbucks." Sam said, handing him the coffee.
"About time." Ben said, rolling his eyes. "I left a list of things for you to go over. It's on my desk." Sam glared at him. All it would take was one bullet…
"Okay." Sam growled, leaving. Kendra watched him walk away.
"Think he's single?" She asked, licking her lips some.
"Oh come on, that guy? I'd be surprised if he's ever had a girlfriend." Ben said, shaking his head.
"I dunno Benny boy. I wouldn't mind if he churned my butter." Kendra laughed, making Ben glare at where Sam had been.
"Dude, I love this place." Dean said as he met Sam in the cafeteria. Ben had left Sam a long list of chores and he had decided to take a moment for lunch. Ben was over with the other big shots and Sam was planning on avoiding going over there.
"I'm glad you do." Sam said, yawning. "I can't wait to be out of here." Dean motioned for Sam to follow him after they got their food. He sat across from Vanessa, Sam taking the chair by him.
"So, Sam, how is your first day with Ben?" She laughed. Sam's bitch face was priceless.
"It's fantastic." He said in the most monotone, sarcastic sound tone he could manage. Vanessa laughed harder.
"You can handle it big guy." She said, reaching over and patting Sam's hand. "I bet Dean here is just miserable working with me."
"Oh yeah, it's a total nightmare." Dean laughed.
"Well, today was easy. Wait until Mr. Ben scares off your friend here and we're having to cater to his every need and want." She shivered some. "That man is a registered asshole."
"I can tell." Dean and Sam said at the same time. Vanessa smiled at the in sync speaking.
"Well, Sam, you better eat up. Because that devil and his posse are going to run you ragged." Vanessa took a sip of her drink. "Good luck."
It was after the news broadcast. Ben had a shine on his face as he made his way back to his office. He stopped to check himself in the glass windows for the trophy case. He was on his way to change out of his suit and get ready to head home.
As he walked away from the trophy case, he shivered and saw his breath in front of him.
"What the hell?" He asked. He looked and saw nothing out of the usual, minus the mop bucket sitting down the hallway. He started to walk towards his office when he felt himself being pushed backward. The invisible force just kept hitting him in the chest, over and over again. But then it stopped.
"Okay, whoever is playing me better stop right now." Ben announced. He turned around in circles, trying to figure out who was messing with him. That's when someone appeared in front of him, flickering and staring at him with deep eyes. "Who are you?" He asked. It was a woman, that was for sure. She was dressed like she was pulled straight from the early 70's.
Instead of talking, she stared at Ben. Then, before he knew it, she disappeared. And the pushing started again. This time, he lost his balance and fell right into the trophy case that he had been looking into. The glass impaled him in multiple places, leaving him drowning in his own blood. The woman appeared again, staring down at Ben.
"H-help m-me." He begged. She slowly shook her head and pushed him farther onto the glass, silencing him. She disappeared as quickly as she had appeared, but the mop bucket from down the hall moved down towards him and tipped over, making it look like he had tripped.
Kendra was heading down the hall, planning on trying to convince Ben's cute intern to go out with her for drinks. She turned the corner and all she saw was Ben's body, impaled on the shattered trophy case, blood and water mixing on the floor.
And she screamed before she fainted.
"Did you hear that?" Vanessa said as Dean and Sam were about to head out the door for the day. The boys looked at each other before they went running down the hall, Vanessa following them. After years of hunting, the boys were pretty good about tracking down sounds. And soon enough, they found the source of the scream.
"Oh my god!" Vanessa gasped, staring at Ben's body. Sam immediately knelt by Kendra, checking her pulse. She came to as Sam's fingers were on her neck.
"What happened?" Dean asked, walking towards Ben.
"I...I'm going to go call for help." Vanessa said, running towards someone, anyone with a phone. Soon, more people had joined the mob. It was obvious Ben was gone, but no one wanted to move him.
"I just came down here and found him like this." Kendra cried, holding on to Sam. Dean stood back with Vanessa and some of the others while the police and paramedics took care of Ben's body.
"By any chance, are there security cameras around here?" Dean asked. Vanessa nodded and pointed to a black dome in the corner of the hallway.
"I can't remember how much of the hallway it picks up though. It's been awhile since Carl and I have watched the anchors doing stupid stuff on the cameras."
"Do you think there's a way I could get in there?" Dean asked. "I'll buy you dinner if you can."
"Are you asking me out on a date?" She asked, giving Dean a smirk. "You know that office romance is usually frowned upon, right?"
"I...uh…"
"But I've never been one to follow the rules. Come on." She waved for Dean to follow her. They snuck away from the group. As they did, Dean sent a text to Sam telling him to go ahead and go back to the hotel for the night and he would text him later. She led him down the halls to the security room. She knocked three times and no one answered.
"No security?" Dean asked as Vanessa pulled out a key and unlocked the door.
"It gets kinda lax around here." She said with a shrug. "And the benefits of sucking up to everyone is they usually don't get too upset if I go places I shouldn't." She let Dean in and shut the door. "So, what are we looking for?"
"Everything that led up to Ben's death." Dean said. Vanessa raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of intern are you?" She asked.
"Uh, Sam and I like true crime." Dean said, which was only half lying. Vanessa nodded and rewound to the time that she knew Ben had left the set to head back to his office. They watched him walk down the hallway, stopping to check his reflection in the trophy case he just died on. Not long after, they watched as Ben was shoved repeatedly. There was no sound, but they could see him talking.
That's when she appeared.
"Oh my god." Vanessa gasped.
"Do you know who she is?" Dean asked. Vanessa shook her head.
"She looks slightly familiar, but I can't place it." Vanessa told him. Dean watched as the scene played out, with Ben being impaled on the glass and the mop bucket sliding over next to him. The pair set back and watched as Kendra arrived on the scene. Vanessa paused the video.
"That...that was a ghost." She said.
"I'd say so." Dean said. "A pretty pissed off one too." Vanessa pushed herself back from the video monitor.
"Were they all killed by this ghost?" She asked. Dean shrugged.
"I'm thinking so, but I can't give you a definite answer." Dean told her.
"You're not really an intern, are you?" She asked. Dean smiled sheepishly.
"We'll just go with yes for now and talk over that later." Dean told her, which seemed to satisfy her for now. "So, how about that dinner I promised you?"
"Well, we can go to Steak n' Shake. Or White Castle. They're both open late." Vanessa suggested.
"White Castle? Isn't that just a restaurant in the Harold and Kumar movies?" Dean asked. Vanessa stared him down like he had committed a crime. "What?"
"Come on. We're going to White Castle." Vanessa said, pulling him out of the room.
