Dean and Sam went back to their motel room to look over the personnel files, and Sam filled Dean in on what he found out from the employees he talked to.

"Ian and Paul had one thing in common," Sam said.

"What's that?"

"They both got emails telling them to report to the H.R. department. After their meetings, they just changed. They started working harder, coming in early, staying late, never taking breaks."

"Even Ian, the rebel," Dean asked with a smirk.

"Even Ian. Here's the thing, I hacked into the email server. Those emails told them to report to room fourteen forty-four."

"So?"

"H.R. is on a completely different floor."

"So what's in that room?"

"Don't know."

"Well, put that on our to-do list."

"Definitely," Sam said. "I looked into the building history. Turns out that it wasn't always as high as it is now. It only had fourteen floors. Room fourteen forty-four was the office of P. T. Sandover, the company founder. Died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids. Used to say he was the company, and his very blood pumped through the building."

"Wow," Dean said, "okay. So, slight workaholic. Maybe he's still here, you know, watching over the company, even killing for it."

"Plus, turns out this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building. 1929, the company had seventeen suicides."

"Okay, so P. T. Sandover, protector of the company. His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress."

"Well, I mean, the worst time we've seen since the Great Depression-"

"Is now."

"So Sandover's helping the bottom line-"

"By zapping some model employees," Dean finished.

"Yeah. I mean, Ian and Paul. It was like he turned them into different people."

"Perfect worker bees, exactly. So devoted to the company that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it."

"Sounds like we have something," Sam said.

"Where's he buried?"

Sam read over a bit more of the article and his interested expression faded.

"He was cremated," Sam said.

"Okay," Dean said, "all the more reason for us to check out that room. It used to be his office, right? Maybe something's still there."

"Okay. Let's go back and see if they'll let us poke around."

"Actually," Dean said, "let's wait until tonight. We can sneak in."

"That place has pretty high tech security, Dean."

"All right, so, we go back, but we lay low until they close."

Sam squinted at Dean. "Are you trying to avoid Doctor Startford?"

"Why would I be doing that?"

"So, then... you're not?"

"No."

"Good. Because that's our best cover for getting back in."

"Great," Dean said with a roll of his eyes.

It was a little after five o'clock when they made it back to the Sandover building. Dean told security that he and Sam were going to Doctor Stratford's office, and they were allowed to go up.

"I still don't get why we actually have to see her," Dean complained. "We should just go hide out somewhere."

"We can ask her about the room," Sam said. "Besides, I thought you weren't avoiding her."

Dean rolled his eyes again as they approached Kayden's office. He knocked, and Kayden called for them to enter. She was standing by a large file cabinet, putting a few files away. Dean's eyes traveled from her calves, exposed by her skirt and stretched long by her heels, over the curves of her hips and breasts, up to her face, where he stared at her lips.

"I don't know what else I could tell you about Paul and Ian," she said as she walked to sit behind her desk, "but have a seat."

"Thank you," Sam said.

"We were wondering," Dean said, "if you could tell us who is in room fourteen forty-four."

"As far as I know, it's a storage room. Why?"

"It's a minor thing," Dean said. "Just something we have follow up on. Do you what's kept in there?"

"Ummm... no, I don't. Sorry."

"Don't be," Sam said. "You've been a big help."

Sam and Dean stood and turned to leave, but Kayden called out.

"Agent Plant?"

Dean turned around. "Yeah?"

"Could I speak with you privately for a moment?"

Dean turned back to Sam, and Sam nodded.

"I'll be down the hall," Sam said.

Dean watched as Sam closed the door behind himself. He didn't turn around until Kayden spoke again.

"Dean..." She stood from her chair and walked around her desk. "You're asking about some random storage room?"

"It's not random."

"Really? Or was this some thin excuse to see me?"

"Sweetheart, I'm trying not to see you," Dean said, stressing the word 'not.'

"You told me you requested this case hoping to run into me again. Now, suddenly, you're trying not to? That makes no sense."

"You went back to your husband, Kayden. We've kissed, and you stopped it." Dean stepped toward her with his hands in his pocket. "I can't be around you, if I can't be with you. It's too tempting."

Kayden scoffed. "Right, like you can't control yourself around me?"

"You tell me," Dean said as he closed the distance between them. His hand at the back of her head pulled her lips to his in a hard kiss, and she whimpered into his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. Dean kissed across her jaw and down to her neck.

"Dean...," she whispered.

"You want me to stop?" His lips never left her skin.

"No."

Dean backed her toward her desk and lifted her to sit on the edge. He pushed her skirt up a little to stand between her legs, and ran his hands over her bare thighs while they kissed. Just when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of Kayden's skirt, her office phone rang. They pulled apart, their breathing ragged. Dean rested his forehead against hers.

"I have to get that," she whispered.

"Yeah. It's probably for the best, anyway."

Dean backed away and Kayden slipped off of her desk. She grabbed the phone receiver from where she stood with her back to Dean.

"Hello," she said into the phone. "David... hi."

Kayden turned to look at Dean, but he was gone. She put a hand to her forehead. "David, I'm sorry. I'm really busy... Yeah, I'll be home in about an hour. Okay. Bye."

David had told her 'I love you' before they hung up. He said it every day, but she never did. She couldn't. It just wasn't true anymore. And she hated hearing him say it. It felt like a lie. Like a way to get her to stick around. So, why did she?

She adjusted her skirt and sat down at her desk. She let out a long breath and stared at that spot where she sat just a moment before with Dean between her legs.

That night, she went to bed early to try to avoid talking with David, but she couldn't fall asleep. Even after David climbed in next to her and drifted off, Kayden stayed awake. She couldn't stop thinking about Dean. She could still feel his hands on her. The firmness of his lips against hers played through her mind. How far would they have gone in her office? All the way. She knew it. She wanted him that bad, and he seemed to feel the same way. Maybe he was right. Maybe they should stay away from each other. But she had to talk to him, or she would never get to sleep. She reached over to grab her cell from the bedside table, but it wasn't there. She tried not to wake David as she got out of bed and made her way downstairs to check her purse. No phone. She checked the charger. No phone.

"Shit," she whispered.

She looked at the clock. It was just after eleven. After getting dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, she woke David.

"I think I left my phone at the office. I have to go get it."

"This late? Just leave it 'til morning."

"You know I can't. Not with everything that's happened at work. I'll be back quick. Go back to sleep."