Forbidden Love

A/N: As I've said before I hope everyone is enjoying this story and feel free to leave positive or negative comments and any suggestions. I welcome anything.

5AM..

After waking up to my alarm going off I slowly got out of bed, showered, got dressed, had breakfast then got in my car and headed to work.

"Morning Alexis." Mr. Smith greeted as he walked over to my desk

"Good morning Mr. Smith."

"Any messages?" He asked and I handed him the slips, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

11:30AM

"Your usual for lunch Mr. Smith?" I asked him knocking on his door

"Yes, thank you Alexis." He told me and I started to walk away, "Alexis," He said and I looked at him, "You're doing an amazing job, keep it up."

"Thank you sir."

"Alexis, come on now, we've worked together for quite a while now, call me Dean." He says and I smiled

"Ok, thank you Dean."

7PM

"Alexis I thought I told you to go home." Dean says to me walking out of his office at the end of the day

"You did but I'm just finalizing these documents for Mr. Adler then send them in."

"Eh come on it can wait until tomorrow morning." He said

"But..."

"No, no buts, grab your stuff and let's go. I'm not gonna have my assistant working herself to hard. Come on." He told me and I sighed then closed out of what I was doing, gathered up my things and we headed to the elevator, "So when are you gonna find yourself a guy so that I don't have to drag you out of the office every night?" He asked and I chuckled as we got to the elevator and waited for it

"Yeah sure, like I could find anyone who would be remotely interested in me."

"Oh come on now you're being to hard on yourself. I'm sure there is a guy out there who wouldn't want to miss the chance to date you." He says

"Sadly all I find are the jerks with sticks up their butts."

"Oh stop it. You'll find someone, but for now I'm making it a rule that you have to leave the office an hour before I do." He told me and I looked at him

"But what if I need to finish things up? Or-or Mr. Adler needs something on his desk by morning?"

"Then you can do it the morning, you get here early enough." He says

"But..."

"Ah ah! No buts, an hour before I leave, ok?" He insisted and I sighed then nodded my head, "Atta girl." He said and the door opened and we walked in joining another man standing in there. I see the guy look over at us and I looked back forward.

"Do I know you two?" He asked us and both me and Dean looked at him

"I don't think so." Dean told him and I just shook my head at him

"I'm sorry, you both just look really familiar."

"Save it for the health club pal." Dean told him and we reached our floor getting off the elevator.

A couple days later...

Me and Dean stood there as they wheeled one of the members from the IT department away in a body bag and I had my hand over my mouth then looked up and saw the guy from the elevator looking over at us, "Something about this seem not right to you?" I heard Dean ask someone next to him

"Yeah, try the whole thing. I'm telling you, man, I'll never eat popcorn again."

"Yeah, right." Dean whispered and looked at me


"Here is that paper you asked for and that guy from IT is here." I told Dean handing him the paper when the guy knocked on the door, "Hi. Ian, is it? Yeah, come on in." Dean says to him and I stood next to the desk, "Yesterday you filled out a 445-T and no problem, just a few errors when we did your switch to Vista. So I'm sure you're used to filling out the dash-R's, right?"

"Oh, no."

"No, no. It's fine, it's fine. I just need you to redo one so I can get the show on the road with the invoicing." Dean tells him

"Oh, my God."

"No, it's fine. Re-file it and we're square." Dean says

"I can't believe I did this.I can't believe I- I can't believe I did this." The guy said as he began to panic and I looked at Dean

"Hey, guy, come on."

"No, no. It affected profits, it- I screwed up, I- I can't- I can't- I am so sorry, I- How could I do that? I failed Sandover. I failed the company."

"Why don't you sit down, Ian." I tell him

"No." Ian said and rushed out of the office

"Ian?" Dean asked getting up and I went to follow, "No, no stay here." He says to me and left, "Ian." After a bit I went back to my desk when I heard shouting, "Somebody help me!" I heard and ran to the mens bathroom opening the door seeing Dean kneeling down next to Ian's dead body

"Oh my god." I said putting my hand over my mouth and Dean looked at me

"Alexis, go, go get someone." He said and I hesitated not being able to take my eyes off the body, "Alexis!" He says again and I looked at him then nodded my head and left.


"No, I followed him into the bathroom. He was- He was standing there in front of the mirror, and then..." Dean started to explain to the cops as I stood there leaning against the wall watching them wheel out the body and I looked over at the IT guy from the elevator, "And he stabbed himself in the neck. I'm sorry, that's uh.."


"Come on in. Shut the door." Dean tells the IT guy as he walked in, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm not sure I know."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked

"Sam Wesson. I started here three weeks ago."

"All right, you cornered me in the elevator talking about ghosts. And now..." Dean tells him

"Now what?"

"Now nothing. I, uh So you started working here three weeks ago, huh? Yeah, us too." He says indicating to me then grabbed his water bottle, "It's the Master Cleanse. You tried it? Phenomenal. Detoxes you like nobody's business." He mentioned and took a drink.

"When you were in that bathroom with Ian did you see something?" Sam asked him

"I don't know. I don't know what I saw."

"Wait. Are you saying that-? Did you see a ghost?" Sam asks

"I was freaking out. The guy penciled his damn neck."

"You did, didn't you? Okay, listen. What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?"

"So, what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you're telling us?" I asked him

"I know it sounds crazy. But yes. That's what I'm telling you."

"Uh-huh. Based on what?" Dean asked

"Instinct."

"I've got the same instinct." Dean adds

"Me too"

"Seriously? You know those dreams I was telling you about? I was dreaming about ghosts. And then it turns out that there's a real ghost."

"So you're telling us that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?" I asked him

"No, I mean, that would be nuts. I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So I've been digging around a little. I think I found a connection between the two guys." Sam told us and pulled out some papers handing them to Dean and I

"You broke into their e-mail accounts?" I asked him

"I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity."

"Nice." Dean says

"Yeah. Okay. So it turns out Ian and Paul both got this same e-mail telling them to report to H.R., Room 1444."

"H.R.'s on seven." I point out

"Exactly."

"Should we go check this out?" Dean asked him

"Like right now?"

"No. No, it's getting late. You're right." Dean says and I sighed

"I am dying to check this out right now." Sam told us

"Right?" I said in agreement


We head down the hallway to room 1444 when we hear someone screaming from it so Sam rushed over to it first followed by me and Dean, he tried the doorknob but it didn't open then suddenly he kicked it in and I looked at him shocked, "Whoa." Dean says and we run in, Dean and Sam go to lift the self off of someone when suddenly I feel someone grab me and throw me into a shelf then I looked up and saw Dean and Sam get thrown as well. When I looked up I saw a pale looking old man standing above the guy under the shelf and sparks started coming out of his fingers so I got up and looked around then found a wrench grabbing it and swung it at the guy expecting to hit him but instead he disappeared then I looked at Sam and Dean in confusion

"How'd you know how to do that?" Sam asked me after they lifted the shelf off of the person and I looked at the wrench in my hand

"I have no idea."


"Holy crap, dude." Dean says as we sat in his apartment

"Yeah. I could use a beer." Sam mentioned

"I agree." I said

"Oh, sorry, I'm on the cleanse. I got rid of all the carbs in the house." Dean told us

"Hey. How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?" Dean asked me

"Crazy, right? And nice job kicking that door too. That was very Jet Li." I said to Sam

"What are you, like a black belt or something?" Dean asked him

"No. I have no clue how I did that. It's like we've done this before."

"What do you mean, "before"? Like Shirley MacLaine before?" Dean asked

"No. I can't shake this feeling like I don't belong here. You know? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle."

"I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that way." I told him

"No. Well, look, it's more than that. Like, I don't like my job. I don't like this town. I don't like my clothes. I don't like my own last name. I don't know how else to explain it, except that it feels like I should be doing something else. There's just something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different." Sam explained and I couldn't help but feel the same way, "What about you two? Either of you ever feel that way?" He asked me and Dean

"I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us, though." Dean tells him

"I agree. There's something going on here, as weird as it may seem. We should get to the bottom of it." I said

"All right, so, what do we do now?" Sam asked

"We do what I do best, Sammy. Research." Dean tells him and I looked at him confused

"Okay. Did you just call me Sammy?"

"Did I?" Dean asked

"I think you did." I point out

"Yeah. Don't." Sam says


"Oh, jackpot." Dean said sitting in front of his computer

"What you got?" I asked him

"I just found the best site ever. Real, actual ghost hunters. These guys are genius. Check it out." He told us and we walked over to him and looked

"Instructional videos?" Sam asked

"We know why you're watching. You've got a problem."

"A ghost problem."

"A ghost-related problem."

"A ghost- It's like a ghost-adjacent pr- It's like a problem that's-"

"Whatever. You've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it."

"Period."

"Watch and learn."

"The first step in any supernatural fight: Figure out what you're up against."


"That's him. That's the ghost. P. T. Sandover." I informed them looking at my laptop showing them the picture, "Died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids. Used to say he was the company. His very blood pumped through the building."

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

"Plus, this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building." I point out

"But lots of guys jumped off high rises that year." Dean said

"How many companies had 17 suicides?" I asked

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

"The worst time since the Great Depression-" I started to say

"Is now. Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it." Dean says

"So Sandover's helping the bottom line-" Sam began to say

"By zapping some model employees." I finished

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

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

"One more interesting fact, the building wasn't always that high. Used to be 14 floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, 1444? Once upon a time, that was the old man's office." I tell them


"Once you've got that thing in your sights. You kill it."

"Using special ghost-hunting weapons."

"First, salt."

"It's like acid to ghosts."

"Burny acid."

"Not LSD."

"It's a bad trip for ghosts."

"Next up, iron."

"That's why the wrench worked." Sam pointed out and I looked at him

"Pure power in your hand. Dissipates ghosts instantly."

"Next little trick. We learnt this from those useless douche bags and their sister-"

"That we hate."

"The Winchesters."

"Gun."

"Shotgun shell."

"Pack it up with fresh rock salt."

"Very effective."

"Very effective."

"Winchesters still suck ass, though."

"Affirmative. Suckage, major."


"Where do we even get a gun?" Dean asked as he packed up the bag

"Gun store?" Sam says

"Isn't there some kind of waiting period?" I asked

"I think so."

"How in the hell-?" Dean started to ask

"I don't know. Seems pretty impossible." Sam says


"The aforementioned super annoying Winchesters also taught us this one other thing."

"You have to burn the remains."

"Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to dig up the body. Sorry."

"It's illegal in some states."

"All states."

"Possibly all states."


"Sandover was cremated." I told Sam and Dean

"What? So, what do we do now?" Dean asked


"Now, if the deceased has been cremated-"

"Don't panic."

"Don't panic. Gotta look for some other remains."

"A hair in a locket."

"Fingernails, baby teeth-"

"Milk teeth."

"Genetic material. You know what we're talking about."

"Go find it."

"Fight well, young lions."

"Godspeed."


"Set your cell phone to walkie-talkie in case we get separated." Dean tells us as we get into the elevator and I pulled out my phone

"How are we gonna find some ancient speck of DNA in a skyscraper?" Sam asked

"Well, that creepy storeroom used to be Sandover's office, right?" I said


We began looking through the store-age room when me and Dean walked behind a shelf, "What the hell are you doing here?" I hear someone ask and Dean and I ducked then saw a security guard standing next to Sam

"Nothing. I just-"

"Come with me." The guard told him taking Sam out of the room

"Now what?" I asked Dean

"We keep looking."


"Hey. You okay?" I asked Sam over the phone

"Call you back."


"Dean, Alexis, you both there?" Sam asked us

"Yeah, listen, I think we got it. Meet us on 22." Dean tells him

"Okay, yeah. Just take the stairs."


"Whoa. That's a lot of blood." Dean pointed out as Sam walked over to us

"Yeah, I know."

"Right. So in there. P.T. Sandover's gloves." I point out

"How much you wanna bet there's a smidge of DNA in there? Like a fingernail clipping or a hair? Something." Dean added

"So you ready?" Sam asked us

"I have no idea."

"Me neither." I tell him and Dean took out a crowbar and I grabbed one as well

"Go for it." Sam said and Dean broke the glass then suddenly it got cold and I saw my breath. Just then the ghost popped up behind Dean and threw him into the wall then did the same thing to me and Sam. Sam grabbed the salt as the ghost got closer and flung some at him making him disappear.

"Nice." Dean said standing up and the ghost reappeared behind him and I grabbed the fir poker Sam had

"Dean." I said and tossed it to him which he caught then swung it at the ghost, "Nice catch." I told him

"Right?" He says then me and Sam stand up and the ghost popped up again, they both swung at the same time making him go away. The ghost just kept popping up behind us and we kept swinging until he appeared behind me and threw me into a wall making me hit a light

"Lexi!" Dean shouted but was thrown too followed by Sam who got up and we saw the ghost standing over Dean so sam got up and went to the gloves lighting them on fire and I see the ghost burn up and vanish then me and Sam looked at Dean

"That was amazing." Sam says and I laughed

"Right? Right?" Dean asked getting up


"I gotta tell you. I've never had so much fun in my life." Dean tells us in his office

"Me neither."

"Was a hell of a workout too, wasn't it?" I asked

"We should keep doing this." Sam said

"I know." Dean agreed

"I mean it.

"There gotta be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people." Sam says

"Right, we'd be like the Ghostfacers." I said sarcastically

"No, really. I mean, for real."

"What? Like, quit our jobs and hit the road?" Dean asked him

"Exactly."

"How would we live? You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by, with stolen credit cards? Huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel every night?" I asked him

"All just details."

"Details are everything. You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without health insurance." Dean mentioned

"All right. Uh - Confession."

"What?" I asked him

"Remember those dreams I told you about with the ghosts?" Sam asked us

"Yeah?" Dean asked

"I was fighting them."

"Okay." I said

"With you two. We were these, like, hunters and we were friends. More like brothers..and sister really. I mean, what if that's who we really are?" He asked and I looked at him confused, "You saw us back there working together. The ghost was scrambling brains. What if it scrambled ours?"

"That's insane." Dean says

"Is it? Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life, but it's not?"

"The ghost is dead, we're still standing. I mean, I'm sorry, but-" I started to say

"Look, all I know is, this isn't who we're supposed to be."

"No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother, Ellen, and my sisters name is Jo." Dean told him

"When's the last time you talked to them? To any of them?"

"Okay, you're upset. Upset, confused-" I started to tell him

"Yeah, I only moved here because I broke up with my fiancée, Madison. But I called her number and I got a damn animal hospital."

"Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories?" Dean asked him

"All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know. I know that deep down, you both have gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douche bag. This isn't you. I know you."

"Know me? You don't know me, pal and you don't know her. You should go." Dean tells him and I sighed as Sam walked out.


Dean POV...

"Got a minute?" Mr. Adler asked after knocking on my office door

"Sure, of course."

"How are you feeling, Dean?" He asked shutting it

"Uh, great."

"You look a little tired. Been working hard, I gather." He mentioned

"Yeah."

"Ah, don't be modest, I hear everything. And I'm pleased with what I'm hearing. That's why it's important to me that you're happy." He says and grabbed his pen the some paper writing something down and handed it to me, "How's that for a bonus?" He asked and I looked at the paper shocked

"That's very generous."

"Purely selfish. Wanna make sure you're not going anywhere." He told me

"Wow. Are you sure?"

"Positive. You are Sandover material, son. Real go-getter. Carving your own way." He says

"Well, thanks. I try."

"I see big things in your future. Maybe even Senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong, you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your in eight to 10 short years, that could be you." He informed me

"Well, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's, um But I am giving my notice."

"This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?" He asked

"No. I've- I recently- Very recently realized that I have some other work I have to do. It's very important to me."

"Other work? Another company?" He asked

"No, I- It's hard to explain. It's just that this- This is- It's just- It's not who I'm supposed to be." I told him and he smiled at me, "What?"

"Dean, Dean, Dean. Finally." He says and stood up then put his fingers to my head and it all came flooding back

"The hell? Why am I wearing a tie?" I asked and my stomach rumbled, "My God, am I hungry."

"Welcome back."

"Wait. Did I-? Did I just get touched by-? - You're an angel, aren't you?" I asked him

"I'm Zachariah."

"Oh, great. That's all I need is another one of you guys." I told him

"I'm hardly another one, Dean. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping here into one of these smelly things. But after the unfortunate situation with Uriel I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row."

"I am not one of your ducks." I said

"Starting with your attitude."

"Oh, so, what? This was all some sort of a lesson? Is that what you're telling me? Wow. Very creative."

"You should see my decoupage."

"Gross. No, thank you. So, what? I'm just hallucinating all this? Is that it?" I asked him

"Not at all. Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories."

"Just to shake things up? So you can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in monkey suits?" I asked him

"To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell. But because it is what you are. You love it. You find your way to it in the dark and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it."

"Stop what? The apocalypse, huh? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man." I said to him

"You'll do everything you're destined to do. All of it. But I know, I know. You're not strong enough, you're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it. Right?"

"Angel or not, I will stab you in your face." I threatened

"All I'm saying is it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things. Save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse, it's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around. There are plenty of fates worse than yours. So are you with me? You wanna go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?"