Lauren walked around Dean's apartment and looked around. He really did have it all. She sat down and the sofa and clicked her heals on the floor as she sighed. What was taking him so long? "Are you making yourself at home Lauren?"
Lauren jumped up off the couch and turned around and saw the CEO of the company, "Mr. Adler, you scared me." She said with her hand over her heart, "What are you doing here?"
"I guess I could ask you the same thing. Why are you at your boss's apartment at night?"
"Oh, I was just uh…..dropping off some files for Mr. Smith. He had to run out so I am just waiting on him to get back."
Mr. Adler smiled as he walked closer to her. "You don't have to lie to me Lauren. I know why you are here and this may surprise you but I am fine with it. Hey I would do the same thing if I had a secretary that looked like you." He smiled.
"Well I don't think I will be working with him much longer." Lauren said quietly.
"And why is that? Are you not happy with your job? Is Dean not paying you enough? Are maybe he isn't giving you what you need."
"Oh no, that's not it at all. I just feel like this… this isn't me. I know that sounds crazy but lately I have had these strange feeling come over me and I am not sure what they mean."
"You feel like you are missing something or someone don't you?"
"How did you know that?"
"Because you are missing something Lauren and I am glad you finally figured it out." He said and touched her on the forehead.
Later on that night, Dean and Sam made there was back to his apartment to learn what was going on and try to find some answers, "Holy crap, dude!"
"I know! How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?" Sam asked.
"I don't know but its crazy right and nice job kicking that door too. That was very Jet Li. What are you, like a black belt or something?"
"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?"
"No. I just can't shake this feeling like I don't belong here, like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle."
"I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way." Dean chuckled.
"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. It's like I was destined for something different. What about you? You ever feel that way?"
"I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us, though."
"All right, so, what do we do now?"
"I don't know. Maybe Lauren found something." Dean said, "Speaking of which, she should be here by now. Lauren!" he called out and looked around the apartment. "Lauren, are you here?"
"Maybe she went home." Sam said.
"Yeah I guess. Huh….that's strange. Well, ok let's get to work."
Lauren opened her eyes and was standing in the middle of her bedroom at Bobby's. "What the hell?"
"Guess again." She heard someone say and looked up to see the same man from her so called dream, "Nice to finally meet you Lauren. I have heard a lot about you over the last few months."
"I would say the say if I knew who the hell you were."
"My name is Zachariah, I am Castiel superior. I though I should come down and pay you guys a visit after everything."
"Oh…ok. So what you are here to give me your input on everything that is going on and tell me how I may end the world. No thank you."
"I can understand why you are a little bitter toward us."
"A little?" Lauren huffed, "You guys wanted to kill me!"
"Not all of us. I for one don't see you as a treat. So what if you may or may not be carrying a demon? That's not really my problem right now. I have bigger plans."
"Bigger plans? Meaning…."
"Meaning that is for me to know. All you need to know is that you are safe. No one angel will hurt you. After all I don't think that will sit well with Dean and we can't have him loosing his temper. He will be needed."
"So all of this has to do with Dean?"
"Umm you can say that. All I need you to do it sit back and let us take care of everything."
"So you know what the other part of the last seal is don't you?"
"We have a good ides. You just leave that to us." He smiled at her and just like that he was gone.
"Ok I am really beginning to get tired of people not telling me anything!" Lauren yelled. She sat down on her bed and wondered if Dean too would figure out that the life he was in now was a fake and get back to her soon.
Dean and Sam walked into his office and he pulled out the first-aid kit, "Man, I got to tell you, I've never had so much fun in my life."
"Me neither." Sam said.
"Was a hell of a workout too, wasn't it?"
"We should keep doing this."
"I know."
"I mean it. There's got to be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people."
"Right, we'd be like the Ghostfacers." Dean joked.
"No, really. I mean, for real."
"What? Like, quit our jobs and hit the road?"
"Exactly."
"How would we live?"
"Uh..."
"You got to 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?"
"That's all just details."
"Details are everything. You don't want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance."
"All right I have a confession."
"What?"
"Remember those dreams I told you about with the ghosts?"
"Yeah?"
"I was fighting them."
"Okay."
"With you and Lauren was there with us most of the time."
"As in my…. secretary Lauren?"
"Yeah and you guys were together and she was pregnant with…..something and me and you were these, like, hunters, and we were friends. More like brothers, really. I mean…..what if that's who we really are? You saw us back there, working together. The ghost was scrambling brains. What if it scrambled ours?
"That's insane! Lauren as a mother? Come on man!"
"Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life, but it's not?"
"The ghost is dead and we're still standing. I mean, I'm sorry, but….."
"Look, all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be."
"No. I'm Dean Smith, Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo and Lauren is just some girl I hired because she had a nice rack."
"When was the last time you talked to them? To any of them? And where is Lauren now?"
"Okay, you're upset. You're upset, confused…."
"Yeah, 'cause I only moved here 'cause I just 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? Come on."
"All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know. I know that deep down, you got to be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag. This isn't you. I know you."
"Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go."
"Fine but consider this my two weeks notice. Tell Lauren I said hey if you see her again." Sam said and walked out.
The first thing Dean did was grab the phone and try to call Lauren but the all he got was a message saying the number did not exist. Maybe Sam was onto something.
The next morning, Dean sat in his office thinking about everything at he had learned in the past day when there was a knock at the door and in walked Mr. Adler, "Got a minute?"
"Sure, of course."
"How are you feeling, Dean?" he asked and took a seat in front of Dean.
"Uh, great."
"You look a little tired. Been working hard, I gather."
"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 said and pulled out a pen, grabbed a piece of notepaper, and writes down a five-digit number. "How's that for a bonus?"
Dean looks at the paper and his eyes widened, "That's very generous."
"Purely selfish. We want to make sure you're not going anywhere."
"Wow. Are you sure?"
"Positive. You are Sandover material, son, real go-getter and carving your own way."
"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 desk, but in eight to ten short years, that could be you. I will even throw in an extra secretary." He winked.
Dean wasn't sure why but he couldn't picture anyone working for him but Lauren, "Well, uh, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's, um...but…..I am giving my notice."
"This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?"
"No. I recently…very recently realized that I have some other work I have to do. It's, uh, very important to me."
"Other work? Another company?"
"No, it's hard to explain. It's just that this it's just…..it's not who I'm supposed to be." Dean said and was thrown off when Mr. Adler just grinned at him. "What?"
"Dean, Dean, Dean. Finally." Adler stood up and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead.
Suddenly Dean remembered everything, "The hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry."
"Welcome back."
Dean looked at him and knew what was going on, "Wait, did I just get touched…you're an angel, aren't you?"
"I'm Zachariah."
"Oh, great. That's all I need is another one of you guys."
"I'm hardly another one, Dean. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping down 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!"
"Starting with your attitude. Lauren was a lot more calmer about all of this."
"Where is she? I swear if you did anything to her…"
"Relax Dean. She is fine and back at home eating everything in the house so don't worry. Not all of us are out to get her. I explained that to her."
"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?"
"Not at all. This is a real place, real haunting. We just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories."
"Just to shake things up? Hm? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in monkey suits?"
"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. And you love it. You find your way to it in the dark every single time 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? Lauren? What? Be specific, man!"
"You'll do everything you're destined to do and I know you think you're not strong enough and you're scared and you got daddy issues in more ways than one. You can't do it."
"Angel or not, I will stab you in your face."
"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 and save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women and have a child out of wedlock. This isn't a curse. It's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around you. There are plenty of fates worse than yours. So are you with me? You want to go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?"
Lauren sat in the middle of the bed looking over the baby book Missouri had gotten her a few months ago. She had not filled in one blank yet and it was depressing to her. Some days she was happy and others she was sad. She sighed and closed the book and sat it aside. She was just ready for Dean to get back. Just as the thought entered her mind, Dean walked though the door, "Hey Lauren." He smiled.
Lauren jumped off the bed and ran over to his and wrapped her arms around him, "I was wondering when you would get back." She said and pulled away, "So what happened?"
"Not much. Everything just finally clicked. When did you get back?"
"Yesterday afternoon. I met someone named…"
"Zac? Yeah me too. Apparently this was just a little pick me up test."
"So did it work?" Lauren asked him. "I mean you have been a little anti life lately."
"I have not. I have just had a lot on my mind but I think everything will be ok." He said and led her back over to the bed and they sat down. "So how are you? Are you feeling ok?"
"I am feeling pretty good now that you are back but I have to ask you something."
"What?"
"So uh, I never knew you had a secretary fetish." Lauren arched her brow.
"Oh that…..hey you were all over me but what can I say, I love when a woman lets me take control." He said as he kissed on her neck.
"Mmm, you need to learn the difference between reality and porn Dean."
"Well how about we make it part of reality right now. You can go put on a sexy dress and you can call me Mr. Winchester while I bend you over a desk."
Lauren moved away from him and gave him a look, "Are you serious Dean?"
"What?"
"Does it look like I can fit into a mini dress huh? But I guess you would be happier if I could." Lauren started to cry as she got off the bed and walked out the door.
Dean lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "Welcome back to reality." He sighed but that soon turned into a smile.
Finally I am finished with this episode. Now I remember why I don't do them LOL. But I hope you liked it and all the changes. Please review and the next update will be up soon. Thank all you guys for all the previous reviews and support on this story. You are all so awesome!