Chapter 20- I.T. Crowd

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"Thanks for the ride Dee." Elliott gave Dean a tight smile as they stood in line at the hipster coffee shop. "…and the job."

"Yeah," Dean huffed. "We'll see how long this one lasts." He grumbled. Then Elliott's elbow met his ribs, and he grunted turning to glare at her.

"Hey." She pursed her lips. "It wasn't a good fit for me. I was bored out of my mind." She defended before moving up in the line.

"Of course, just like the gig at the factory, the day care, the theater…" Dean taunted with a laugh. "… and we can't forget the dog walker gig."

"This one was worse." Elliott sighed. "I'm definitely not a sales person. Honestly though thanks. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting me the gig."

"Nah," Dean shrugged. "No big deal. Just please give me a two weeks' notice when you do get tired of the place?" He smirked at her expectantly brow raised. Elliott huffed and rolled her eyes but a small smile painted her face.

Elliott fidgeted in her seat in the small cubical she was assigned to and pulled at the obnoxiously yellow collar of the work polo. Who was she kidding, this was a temporary job. At least until inspiration hit her. She sighed attention wavering from the out of date training video she had been forced to watch at her computer. It was the same old straight forward information and had obviously been made in the eighties.

She tugged the cheap headphones off, pulling them down around her neck. Just enough to barely hear the fried bleach blonde with bright blue eyeshadow tell her how to use a phone.

"Hey, have you seen the new girl yet?" A voice from the other side of her cubical muttered stealing her attention from the instructional video.

"New girl?" A deeper voice replied. It sent a chill down her spine.

"Haven't met her yet but Steve from billing swore she was smoken." The first man sighed. Elliott's eyes narrowed as she listened in, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. They clearly didn't know she was behind the cubical wall.

"Poor girls gonna have to fend off half the staff if that's true." The second man chuckled.

Elliott slowly stood to look over the cubical wall and let them know she was there, not wanting to just sit there and ease drop. "Does that include you?" Trying to be playful she raised a brow to give them an even look, which was challenging while trying not to laugh.

Both instantly spun around to face the new girl. Their sputtering and attempts at back tracking made it increasingly difficult for her to keep a straight face. Her laughter after the fourth "Um, uh-" had them sighing and their shoulders sagging.

"I'm sorry I had to." She giggled. "Your faces were priceless."

"Really we're sorry. Just office talk." The tall deeper voiced one admitted awkwardly, his face still tinted red.

She turned to him with a smile, actually getting a real look at him now. Holy shit he is gorgeous! She thought, there was something a bit familiar about him too, even though she knew she would have remembered meeting some as hot as him. Brunette hair just brushing his very broad muscular shoulders, he was tall, and had a pair of hypnotizing galactic hazel eyes.

The way he tucked a lock of his shaggy hair behind his ear, gave her deja vu. When she realized she was just staring at the hunk she cleared her throat and looked away quickly. Fidgeting awkwardly with her ugly yellow pollo collar she didn't even notice that he had been staring right back.

"I'm Sam by the way." Sam introduced, lighting up with a brilliant smile that almost made her breath hitch. His large hands engulfed hers as they shook over the cubical barrier.

"Elliott." She smiled back butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "-or new girl I guess." Getting an amused huff from him.

"I'm Ian." The other man blurted in, disrupting the moment. Ian looked so average next to Sam that Elliott kind of felt a little bad for him. It was just that anyone standing next to Sam would look subpar or less. Even herself she added mentally while shaking Ian's hand as well.

"Don't suppose we van forget about this whole locker room talk and move on?" Sam proposed.

"As long as you can show me where the coffee is." Elliott agreed, happily, even though she had already gotten a cup this morning.

"Well Ellie, we were actually about to grab a cup, and we can show you around the place while we're at it." Sam Gestured with a nod of his head for her to follow. The movement had the lock of hair fall back from behind his ear.

She took a few steps making her way around the row of cubicles before pausing. Dean was the only one she knew that called her Ellie.

"You coming Elliott?" Ian asked slowly, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Yeah, sorry." Elliott mentally shook herself to clear her head. Why should it matter if Sam called her by her nickname? It wasn't like it was a stretch Ellie-Elliott.

"Paul, it's refuel time dude." Ian stood at an older man's cubical. Sam and Elliott next to him. "We've got fresh meat." Ian turned back and grinned at Elliott. He looked back at Paul who didn't even glance up from his computer.

"No time." Paul muttered typing away.

"Dude. Come on we get paid by the hour." Ian's brows knit together looking at his friend in disbelief.

"Working!" Paul snapped still not giving him even a glance up from his screen.

"Okay…" Ian drawled out giving Sam and Elliott a look before walking away with them.

"He seems stressed." Sam mumbled as the three started made their way down the hall and into a decently sized break room. It actually contained a sink, microwave, refrigerator, many cabinets and of course the one thing an office couldn't be without, the blessed coffee maker.

"So, he's not normally a workaholic?" Elliott asked flicking a glance back in Paul's direction. Sam huffed amused and Ian even snorted.

"No, he is just the opposite." Sam quipped.

"He's probably just freaked." Ian dropped his tone into a whisper. "Got busted surfing for porn at work."

"No way! When was this?" Sam gossiped.

"Guess he was sent up to HR yesterday." Ian shrugged.

Elliott's hand flew to cover her mouth unable to hide her snickering. Both men stopped their chatter and turned to her confused.

"You two really are the gossips of the office, aren't you?"

Sam smiled but had the good sense to look a little bashful at her accusation. Ian on the other hand just rolled his eyes "Not like there is much else to do here." Neither Elliott nor Sam could argue against that.

"So Elliott, speaking of gossip. Did you know Sam here has the best imagination in the office?"

"Ian," Sam warned.

"Come on Sam. Please?" Ian's crooked smirk was trying to hide his amusement. "I'm sure Elliott would love to hear about your crazy dreams."

"Ooh crazy dreams?" Elliott joined in. She could see his cheeks heat up as he turned away from them to busy himself grabbing a mug from the top shelf of the cabinet. Elliott was always curious but she couldn't help but feel a little bad like she was picking on the giant.

"Yeah, don't hold out on us man. Share with the class." Ian egged him on.

Those hazel eyes were dead set on not telling him until they landed on Elliott's own hazel gaze. His entire face softened and he completely gave in.

"I dreamt that I saved a grim reaper named Tessa from demons." Sam hesitated not meeting either of their eyes.

Ian bursted into a fit of laughter. "How much DnD did you play as a kid?" He teased. Sam just grumbled and shot him a pointed glare.

"Careful what you say Ian. You've got a eighth level druid in the room." Elliott playfully warned. Again, both men just stared at her jaws lax and brows almost to their hairlines.

"You played DnD?" Ian breathed in disbelief.

"Play. I play DnD. Pretty sure I even have a spare d-twenty in my purse." Elliott chuckled scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. It may be nerdy and Elliott was never shy of her nerdiness, but some reason it felt a little embarrassing to admit to the super hot coworker that she just met. That is until she was pretty sure she actually heard Sam swallow loudly.

"Never know if you need to roll for initiative?" Sam countered. When she responded with a wide grin, he couldn't help but return one.

"So, you're both dorks." Ian huffed, ruining their moment again.

The next day was interesting to say the least. A body had been found in the break room and was under investigation. The worst part was the smell. Elliott couldn't help but gag a little and breath through her mouth when she walked by the cautioned off break room.

"Do they know what happened?" Elliott whispered leaning towards Sam. She would have whispered in his ear if he wasn't such a freaking giant.

"Suicide. Paul, you sorta met him yesterday?" Sam had to lean down some to whisper in her ear.

"Workaholic Paul?" Elliott's forehead scrunched up in confusion and sympathy. She missed the way his eyes flicked across the room a few times before settling back to her. She had eventually come around the cubicles to his and Ian's side to finish their conversation before getting back to work.

"The part that I don't get is why… He only had two weeks until he was supposed to retire." Sam thought out loud.

"Two weeks?" Elliott echoed in a higher pitch. She leaned back against the flimsy temporary wall between Sam and Ian to better see Sam but keep Ian included. "He was two weeks till freedom, and he killed himself?"

"Exactly. He should have been happy right?" Sam puzzled. She nodded her agreement before noticing Ian's lack of participation in the very juicy gossip.

"What do you think Ian?" Elliott questioned softly. The man swirled in his chair to face her.

"I don't have time for this, Elliott."

Elliott cocked her head to the side at his strange out of character words. Sam just laughed now leaning against the edge of his own cubical wall.

"That's very funny." His laugh faded as he really got a look at his work friend. "Are you okay?" Sam and Elliott both frowned and got a better look at him their eyes narrowing him inspecting.

"I'm working. It's important." Ian stated robotically without a glance up from his computer.

"H.R. bust you good or something?" Sam hesitated. "You're actually wearing the shirt?" Elliott didn't really think about it until now Ian hadn't been wearing the ugly yellow polo yesterday, and his hair wasn't sleeked back like it was today.

"Tech support, this is Ian," He answered his headset ignoring them. "Be right up." Sam and Elliott gave each other a look before going back to Ian. "I've got to go to twenty two to speak to a manager.

He pulled his head set off, robotically stood up, fixed his uniform and just left. Leaving a stunned Sam and Elliott in silence.

"Hello I.T. have you tried turning it on and off again?" Elliott dully answered the headset. She yawned and stared doodling in the notebook in front of her. "Alright, have a nice day." She smiled as she finished the funny looking doodle of the cartoon baby devil. She had never been an artist. All of the artistic skills in the family belonged to her brother Max, but she was board as fuck. The horns she had drawn weren't even, and the tail was coming out of the dipper at an odd angle, but the binky in its mouth did a nice job at hiding her poor attempt at drawing lips.

Her smile fell flat and her heart leapt at a near by scream. Without realizing what she was doing it, she had jumped to her feet and quickly followed the scream. She hadn't realized Sam had done the exact same thing until a few moments later.

A small crowd was gathering around the men's bathroom on the management floor. She was surprised to see Dean blocking the bathroom entrance, not letting anyone in.

"Dean! Are you okay? What happen? What's going on?" Elliott fretted approaching him quickly.

"I'm okay, Ellie." Dean patted her shoulder before mumbling. "Just going crazy." He looked a bit shaken yet somehow not scared. More like he was full of adrenalin, and anxious for unknown action.

"Dean," Elliott started but was cut off.

"Some gut just offed himself in the bathroom." Dean admitted quietly not wanting to cause a bigger panic. "Do me a favor Ell and help me keep everyone back until an ambulance or whatever gets here?"

"What the Hell?" Elliott hissed brows shooting up.

"Dude stabbed a pencil through his own fucking neck in front on me. Think he had a psychotic break." He whispered to her then gave her a pleading look.

"Fine, yeah, of course I'll help. But you're telling me more later." She raised a brow and poked his chest with her pointer finger.

Elliott turned to see Sam standing by the doorway to the stairs. The crowd of people were around them were growing. A thought came to her and she made her way through the crowd to Sam.

"You find out what happened?" Sam asked quietly. His curious gaze kept flicking back to Dean blocking the entrance to the men's bathroom.

"Yeah, but I need your help first." Elliott looked up to him with a small smile. She could feel Dean's eyes on her and Sam.

" 'Course, what do you need?" Sam answered without thought.

With Sam's help Elliott was able to clear the way for the coroners and police to get through. Only after that did she tell him everything she knew. Which was admittedly not much. It wasn't until a little later that they found out who it was. Ian's death was a shock. The fact that two of the three new people she had net on her first day had committed suicide she felt cursed and didn't thing she could work the rest of the day. But as much as she just wanted to go home and process what was going on she couldn't. Dean was her ride to and from work. So she excused herself from Sam and went back up to Dean's floor to see her brother.

"So you knew the guy? Ah, I'm sorry Ell." Dean comforted her as they sat in his large office.

"What happened Dean? He was fine yesterday, and then today…?" Elliott sighed.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Dean mumbled and rubbed his temple.

"Please, Dee?"

"It was weird okay, Ellie?" He caved needing to tell someone what he saw, no matter if she believed him or not. "It got cold like seeing your breath cold. He was- I don't know- One minute he's panicking over filling a form out wrong and the next he's- he just stared at me all calm like and the soap dispensers started magically pouring out and he had the pencil in his hand-"

"What? How-"

"I don't know!" Dean snapped before he continued in a gentler tone. "I swear for a second I thought there was someone else in there with us, but no wone was there. Fuck. I'm going nuts." He was pacing now behind his desk.

"What like a ghost?" Elliott offered still trying to keep up with his ranting.

"What did you say?" Dean turned to her face unreadable.

"…ghost?" Her forehead scrunched trying to follow her brother's line of thoughts. "Why? Do you think it was a ghost? Like an actual ghost?"

"That weird guy I told you about a few days ago? He had said something about ghosts when I ran into him again." She could see the gears turning in his head.

"The gay elevator dude?" Elliott bawled with a raised brow, but got no response. Dean was too busy making a call.

"So this guy could know something?" Elliott tried again to get Dean's attention. He was on edge almost twitchy.

"Uh, no- maybe? I don't know." He stammered.

A knock on the open office door had them both spinning around to see- "Sam?" Elliott's eyes widened not at all expecting her hot coworker to show up. "Wait, you're the gay elevator dude?"

"I'm the what?" Sam's forehead wrinkled confused and baffled before turning to Dean and with realization sent him a glare. "I told you I wasn't-"

"Just get in here." Dean groaned, waiting for the man to shut the door before speaking again. "You two know each other?"

"Yeah, Sam here is my cubical mate. He's been really helpful showing me the ropes and stuff." Elliott explained giving the tall man a wide smile. Dean wasn't sure he liked how this guy was looking at his sister.

"You're a much better cubical mate than Mimi." Sam smirked eyes seeming to get a little darker but then softened and turned to Dean. "Didn't know you were making friends with the higher ups Ellie."

"She's my sister." Dean stated flatly. He felt his jaw tick as a wave of protectiveness ran through him. Not liking this guy flirting with his little sister and when did she let anyone else but him call her Ellie?

Sam's eyes went comically wide this time and he cleared his throat avoiding eye contact for a moment.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a brother?"

"Well two. Max is away in Europe for art school." Elliott shrugged missing both of the men's reactions.

"Who the Hell are you?" Dean ordered. As much as he didn't like the guy flirting with his little sister, he had just seen a dude stab his own neck and might have actually seen a ghost. He had a strange feeling that this guy was connected to something.

"Dean," She hissed with a scolding glare.

"I'm not sure I know," Sam huffed surprising her.

"The Hell does that mean?" Dean was done with all of the nonsense.

"Sam, Wesson. Started three weeks ago."

"Weird same with Dean." Elliott interrupted.

"In the elevator you were talking about ghosts." Dean ignored her. "…and now…" Dean sighed and grabbed his water bottle full of his 'cleansing juice'.

"We think he saw a ghost." Elliott blurted.

"Ellie." Dean growled at the same time Sam sputtered. "You saw a ghost?"

"I don't know what I saw. I was freaking out the guy penciled his damn neck!" Dean snapped obviously still shaken up by the experience.

"Guys. What if these aren't suicides?" Elliott hesitated gazing back and forth between the men.

"Yes!" Sam nodded excitedly. "What if there's something… not natural?"

"So what ghosts are real?" Dean huffed.

"You're the one who saw a ghost today Dee." Elliott reprimanded his harsh disbelieving tone. He just glared at her before sitting down and taking another gulp of his 'cleanse'. Sam and Elliott followed his lead and sat in front of his desk.

"Look, I know it sounds crazy but those dreams I was telling you about?" Sam asked both of them. "I was dreaming about ghosts! Now there is a real ghost."

"So you're a psychic?" Elliott questioned with a tilt of her head.

"No." Sam huffed defensively. "That would be nuts."

"Well something weird is definitely going on Dean agreed rubbing his temples.

"Exactly!" I found a connection between both of them." Sam rushed and pulled out two papers from his backpack to give to them.

"Did you hack their emails?" Elliott grinned and Sam turned to her with a bashful smile, shrugging as if it weren't a big deal. "Awesome."

Dean had to clear his throat to get their attention from sending goo-goo eyes at each other.

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at his feet. "Paul and Ian both got the exact same email telling them to 'report to HR, room 1444'…"

"-but HR is on seven." Dean corrected.

In no time at all they were checking out the mystery floor. When the elevator opened up a man's scream pierced the air. Just like before an unknown instinct kicked in. It seemed to jolt all three of them, sending them running to the source of the scream. Sam was the first to the door but it was locked. He stretched out his arms, herding Dean and Elliott back. Then made his move. It was quick and forceful. Sam half turned lifting his leg as he did, kicking his booted foot near the doorknob. The door flung open and slammed into the wall behind it with an echoing boom.

"Whoa…" Elliott breathed softly. Her dark eyes wide and full of unmistakable lust. Sam turned back a little shocked at his own actions but gave her a crooked grin when he saw her face.

Dean rolled his eyes at them. It only lasted half a moment before the three were rushing in to help a man under a metal shelving structure. Dean was thrown back against a metal shelfing structure. Followed by Elliott. A real life actual ghost flickered before them. He was an old balding, man in a suit and appeared as a cloudy grey color. The ghost turned on Sam pushing him back with unnatural strength as he crashed to the ground as well. The ghost turned back on Dean as he was getting up. Elliott's head was snapping in every direction trying to find some kind of weapon.

"Dean!" Elliott shouted throwing him the only thing she could find.

Just as the ghost started to make a blue electricity come out of his fingers Dean caught the wrench and swung hard. Just like that the ghost vanished. No words were said after they had saved the man from the metal shelving and left the building.

Too much adrenalin was pumping through their veins. They couldn't just part ways and go home. So, they decided to continue on to Elliott's apartment.

"Holy crap dude." Dean sighed falling into the moldy, couch she had just recently purchased from the Good Will.

"Yeah," Both Sam and Elliott said at the same time.

"Huh," Sam hummed looking around the small space and she cringed internally.

Elliott's apartment was very minimal and not in a stylish way. After just moving up state, Elliott didn't care much to settle in. Not that she had much to settle in with. Because of her job hopping habit she never really felt the need to filling her home with things like decorations or furniture. There was the couch, a large cardboard box she was currently using as a coffee table and some unpacked boxes in the corner of her very small very cheap apartment.

"Beer?" Elliott questioned on her way to the fridge.

"Yeah, I could use a beer." Sam smiled and took a seat on the other side of the couch as Dean.

"No, I'm not drinking right now." Dean called out to her. "I'm on a-"

"I don't care whatever kinda ridiculous health craze you are on Dean, your drinking a damn beer." Elliott sassed carrying out three bottles from the kitchen. She handed one to Sam getting a grateful smile in return and then glared at Dean until he accepted the beer with an eye roll. Then she plopped down in between them on the sofa.

"How did you know ghost are scared of wrenches?" Sam questioned after a chug of his beer.

"Crazy right?" Dean added taking a small sip from his own bottle. Then licked his lips before taking a big pull.

"Or the way you kicked in that door?" Elliott complemented blushing looking down at her bottle.

"I have no clue how I did that." Sam shook his head. "It's like we've all done this before."

"Like you don't belong here." Elliott added slowly meeting his eyes.

"Yeah. Like I should be doing something more than sitting in a cubical."

"I think most people who work in a cubical feel the same way." Dean chuckled but the corner of his lips curled down.

"It's more than that, Dee." She defended.

"It's like I don't like my job, I don't like this town. I don't even like my own last name.-" Sam tried to explain.

"Yeah." Elliott agreed. "It feels like I was meant to do something different. Like I was destined for this."

"What about you?" Sam asked Dean hoping he felt the same.

"I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in answering what's right in front of us though." Dean avoided the question.

"Right." Sam looked down to his shoes, shoulders deflating. "So, what do we do now?"

"We do what I do best Sammy." Dean smiled and leaned forward on the couch to the temporary cardboard box coffee table that his sisters lap top sat on. "Research."

"Okay." Sam nodded but paused setting down his beer. "Did you just call me Sammy?"

"Did I?" Dean turned over his shoulder to look at him.

"I think you did." He grimaced. "Yeah, don't."

Despite his cleanse Dean had three more beers. Then he promptly fell asleep at Elliott's laptop. She didn't mind because she could now do her own research instead of looking over both his and Sam's shoulders. Wanting to let her brother sleep she and Sam moved to the little table set up in her kitchen. They living room and kitchen were only parted by an arch way. So while they both worked on their own laptops in the kitchen they could fully see Dean spread out on the musty couch snoring away.

They were still watching youtube videos of these famous ghost hunters called the Ghostfacers. The paranormal team was well informed and extremely helpful in learning the ins and outs of fighting ghosts.

Elliott had to admit working alone with Sam was a little distracting. At first their knees kept grazing one another when they sat close to watch the videos. Then when Sam got up to get another beer instead of sitting back in his seat, the giant leaned over Elliott's shoulder to watch the Ghostfacers. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his warm breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck.

"Hmm." Sam hummed near her ear. Elliott turned to only be inches from neck. "These guys really know their stuff." He turned to meet eyes with her, his breathing a little heavier.

"Yeah," She breathed back not really sure what she was agreeing on. Her gaze drooped down to his full lips, and she swallowed hard. A moment went by neither of them watching the screen anymore, she couldn't pull her eyes away as his tongue peaked out to wet his lips.

"Um, Ellie?" He breathed back. Elliott worried her lower lip between her teeth.

"Mh, Hm?" She hummed bringing her eyes away from his wet lips to meet his galactic hazel eyes that flicked up from her own lips.

"I don't want Dean to kill me."

"What?" Elliott blinked temporarily taken out of the moment. "Why would he kill you?"

Sam leaned in even closer now hardly an inch separating their lips. "Because of this," Then he closed the minimal space between them.

Her lips moved automatically like she was used to kissing the hot model like giant. Even though she knew she had never kissed this man before. It was somehow an amazing mixture of deja'vu and mind blowing fireworks. His large hand went to the base of her neck and held her there. While her fingers seemingly on their own accord slid into his shaggy mane to hold him as well. He pulled back all too soon, leaving Elliott breathless almost panting for air.

"Whoah," Sam panted when he pulled away, just enough to speak.

"Yeah, whoah." Elliott blinked unable to pull away any more. That had been the most intense kiss she had ever experienced, and she wanted more. There was a strange heavy magnetic pull in her lower gut.

She worried her lower lip between her teeth for just a moment before nearly attacking him. He didn't fight back. Instead deepening the kiss tongue trailing along her bottom lip wanting entrance. Elliott gladly granted him access and soon his tongue was dancing with hers. The hand not holding the base of her skull slipped down her side resting on her hip.

Elliott groaned pushing her body up against his, so there was no longer space between them. He groaned at the contact parting lips for a deep breath almost gasping before meeting hers again. Both of his hands trailed down to grip the back of her thighs. Briefly squeezing her cheeks on their way down. Without warning Sam lifted her off the ground. A small squeak was muffled by his lips and tongue. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. In just two long legged strides he had her pinned to the apartment wall.

His lips parted again this time trailing across her cheek and down her neck. Sucking and kissing leaving sloppy kisses as he went. She bit her lip harder to muffle the moan that wanted to escape. The pressure low in her belly was growing, making her impatient. She could feel through their layers of denim that he too was craving release. Needing friction Elliott greedily yet slowly rocked her hips just once getting a satisfying groan from Sam. He thrust his hips back into her letting her really feel what she was doing to him. With that she continued to grind down on him panting at the minimal friction she was able to obtain. Low growling vibrated from his throat just before he began nipping and sucking at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Causing her to let her head roll back.

"Sam," She panted, pulling away slightly.

"Hmm," He continued.

"Sam, wait. Sam." She stopped his nipping at her clavicle to look up. Wide, confused and lust filled eyes met hers. Panting with his kiss swollen lips parted.

"Are you okay?"

"If we don't take this to the bedroom, he is going to wake up." Sam's brows shot up, turning to see Dean snoring away on the couch.

"Opps, sorry." He had totally forgotten Dean was right in the other room. They were just through an open arch way. If her brother woke up, he would be seeing it all. His cheeks heated up and he stepped back letting Elliott's feet fall to the ground.

"Don't be sorry." She huffed with a wicked grin. "This way," She wrapped her fingers around his thick wrist and led him to her room. He trailed behind her torn between lust and not wanting to upset the man on the couch. Dean appeared to be protective of his little sister. As much as Sam didn't want to offend him what he was feeling for Elliott he had never experienced at this level before. It was like this was destined to happen. Like the world was coming together, and everything was going to be alright now.

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It was an interesting morning to say the least. Getting a wakeup call from a fuming Dean pounding on the bedroom door led to awkward stares and grumbled morning talk. So, after an awkward breakfast and going over what they had discovered that night about the ghost of P.T. Sandover and how to gank a ghost they wasted no time. Sam and Elliott kept giving each other fleeting glimpses and shy smiles as they made their way back to work.

Showing up at work on a day the whole building was closed was easier than they had hoped. Then they made their way into the employee lobby, where a little display held important memorabilia of the company.

"Hey, hey, wait." Dean held his hand out for Sam and Elliott to stop. "Do you see this?" Sam took a step closer narrowing his eyes at the plaque under a pair of construction gloves.

"P.T. Sandover's gloves?" Sam turned around to Dean baffled. "It can't be that easy can it?"

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Dean said more like a question and shrugged. "You ready for this?"

"Ready or not here we come." Elliott hummed, dropping her backpack to the floor. She dug through it pulling out two iron fire pokers and handing one to each of them. Then grabbed the last one for herself along with a canister of salt.

Dean waited until both his sister and Sam were armed and gave them a nod before turning and smashing the glass displaying the construction gloves. The very second Dean smashed the glass encasing the room went cold. Ice cold. As in able to see your breath cold.

Sam's eyes went wide looking over Elliott's shoulder. She spun just in time to get a glimpse of the ghost P.T. Sandover, but before either one could get a word out the ghost flickered behind Dean, tossing him into the wall behind them.

"Dee-" Elliott shouted but was hurled in the opposite wall. The surprise had the iron poker slide out from her grip. Although she didn't see it, she heard Sam's grunt as he colliding into another wall.

Dean was the first one up, and was helping her to her feet. Catching a side glimpse of the flickering ghost hovering over Sam, had her reacting on unknown instinct. Blue electricity sizzled and crackled from the ghost's fingers as he began leaning down to the giant still on the ground. With just a couple steps she opened the canister and flung a stream of salt at the noncorporeal form. Sandover flickered and wisped away like smoke.

Sam looked up from his position on the floor breathing heavily. His dark eyes met his saviors in wide awe and with relieved gratitude. A self satisfying smirk curled at the corner of her lips. Chest falling and rising with her own panting she held out her hand to help to help him up.

"That was so badass." Dean beamed loudly. His wide smile fell quickly. Right behind his sister flickering into view was Sandover. "Ellie!"

Before she knew what was happening Sam had her arm in his grasp. He yanked hard, pulling her to him, slamming into his chest. With one arm holding her as close as possible the other arm swung the iron weapon behind her. He sliced through the air making the ghost disappear in puffs of smoke again.

Elliott could hardly breath as she stared up at Sam in awe. "That was hot." She huffed eyes growing dark with want.

Sam smiled widely but then looked up when he remembered Dean was still in the room. Without warning his shoulders went stiff looking to her brother. "Dean!" He shouted and threw the fire poker.

Her eyes somehow widened even more fear took over her and she was unable to scream for him. But Dean was quick. He caught the iron weapon like it was nothing and turned whirling it around with him. Disintegrating the ghost once again.

Relief washed over Elliott like a wave. She sighed sagging in Sam's arms. "Nice catch, Dee."

"Right?" Dean huffed with a smile. Then his green eyes narrowed in on Sam's embrace with his sister and they could both see his jaw tick. Sam cleared his throat and released Elliott, making sure to take a couple steps back. Elliott just rolled her eyes. Sure, Dean could be over protective sometimes but right in the middle of trying to kill a ghost was definitely not the right time.

Sandover's ghost flickered, appearing right between the two men. Sam snatched an iron poker she had dropped from the floor. Both Sam and Dean swung their weapons at the same time, but the ghost flickered away before they could hit it. Then it flickered right back again in the same spot.

Elliott took the opportunity to run to the construction gloves still in the broken display. Quickly she seized the gloves, dropping them to the ground and poured salt onto them. She was digging through her pocket for the lighter when she heard Sam and Dean shout for her. Not even able to look up before she was flung high into the air and slammed back into the wall. Unlike last time her head hit the wall hard with a crack, and she crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"Gnhh," Elliott groaned trying to see straight with the world wobbling around her. Pushing up on her forearms she was able to pull herself up enough to sit back against the wall. With unfocused eyes, no weapon on her, she could only squint at the grey figure hovering over her. Sandover's features were becoming a little clearer as he got closer. Now only inches away from his hand sparking a bright blue electricity like mini lightning bolts. She swallowed hard unable to see past the blue lightning. Not knowing what else to do she held her arms up, as if shielding herself would work.

Unexpectedly the ghost caught fire in front of her eyes. He screamed before disappearing for the last time. Her hazel eyes now able to focus found Sam and Dean standing above the ashes of P.T. Sandover's gloves. All three of them just stared at each other in awe for a couple moments. The only sound was their heavy panting.

"That was awesome." Elliott huffed breaking the silence.

"Right?" Dean and Sam echoed each other both smiling wide.

"I've never had so much fun in my life." Dean beamed as they entered his office.

"Me too." Sam breathed and sat next to Elliott on the carpeted floor of the office. Their backs leaning up against Dean's desk. She nodded in agreement smiling just as wide. Dean crouched down to her but she pushed away his hand that was trying inspect the small lump on her temple.

"We should keep doing this." Sam sighed. Dean chuckled and swatted his sister's hand away so he could get a good look. It was nothing really, just a small bump, and she was glad when Dean dropped his hand without a word. "I'm serious." Sam added looking at both of them with hope.

Elliott tilted her head to the side in thought. "There's got to be other ghosts out there right?"

"We could help a lot of people." Sam smiled and nodded at her.

"Yeah, right." Dean huffed. "We'd be like the Ghostfacers."

"No, really…" Sam said looking up to him to try and convey how serious he was.

When he just chuckled again Elliott stepped in. "Actually, that sounds kind of great. If we would have known about all of this sooner, we could have saved Ian and Paul and… Dean, just think of all the people we could save, by doing this."

"What? Quit out jobs, hit the road?" Dean asked sarcastically. "How would we even live?"

"Uh-" Sam tried but Dean continued cutting him off.

"How would we get by? Stolen credit cards? Eating shitty diner food, sleep in crap motels?"

"That's just details." Sam mumbled clearly unsure about how it would all work out himself.

"Dee. Think about Ian and Paul. What if we could really help people before they get hurt like them? Doesn't this feel right to you?" Elliott offered hopefully. Something in her was stirring like this was destiny. Like this was all meant to happen. "We can figure out the details as we go."

"Details are everything!" Dean snapped glaring at her with utter disbelief.

"Uh, confession." Sam cleared his throat. "The dreams I had. The dreams I was fighting ghosts? I wasn't fighting them alone."

"What?" Elliott and Dean echoed each other.

"I wasn't fighting them alone. I was fighting them with you Dean." Sam hesitated gazing up to him then over to Elliott. "-and sometimes you were there too."

Elliott couldn't help but stare at him numbly. "So… you are psychic?"

"No, I- I mean, I don't think so? I just-" Sam stuttered. "What if that's who we really are? You saw how well we worked together back there."

"That's insane." Dean dismissed, pushing himself off of the floor to busy himself

"Is it Dee?" She stopped him. "Sam's got a point. I mean we literally just defeated a freaking ghost. Anything is possible at this point. Bigfoot, aliens, who knows, even the freaking loch ness monster might be real at this point. Let's just hear him out."

"What if we think this is our life… but it's not?" Sam spoke faster when he could see Dean roll his eyes. "Look all I know is this isn't who were meant to be. You said it yourself Elliott. You feel like you don't belong here."

"No." Dean grumbled. "This right here, is reality. I have a life, a job, a family. I have Elliott and Max, this is real life."

"Okay…" Sam spoke slowly. "This brother, Max? When is the last time either of you talked to him?"

It felt like Sam's words had scooped out her stomach leaving her hallow. A feeling of heartbreak crashed over her and ripped at her heart making her wince. It felt like she just lost someone, but she didn't know who. Sam's voice echoed in her ears, and she tried to remember the last time she had talked to Max. Panic seized her breath when she realized she couldn't.

"Dee?" Elliott fretted softly, her breath becoming a little shallow. "I- I- I can't remember-"

"Stop it." Dean ordered gruffly. Elliott held her forehead wracking her brain, to remember when she last talked to her other brother. "This is just the adrenalin fading Ell. We are all confused and upset."

"No Dean, it's not the adrenalin." Sam said in a gentle tone. His eyes flicking worried glances at Elliott. "The other day I tried to get a hold of my old friends. Their numbers went to places like an animal hospital and a fire station in California-"

"Come on," Dean complained. Completely refusing to believe him.

"I think Sam's right. I can't remember when I talked to Max last, Dee! Or mom or Dad for that matter." Elliott sighed her forehead scrunched with worry. "-and I have this gut feeling right now that this is important. You got to be feeling this too."

"Were supposed to be something other than this." Sam agreed, giving her a small smile.

"You should go Sam." Dean sighed having enough weird for the day.

"Dee? I'm going then too." She stood up to give her brother a meaningful look.

"No. You're not." Dean stated like a fact.

"Come with us. Please Dee? We can go meet up with those Ghostfacers or even go out on our own. Think of all the lives we will save."

"You're not going to go off and get yourself killed living some damn fantasy! Grow up!" Dean nearly shouted.

"I am grown up. I am an adult and I am going with or with out you." Elliott spoke softly. "-but I'd rather go with you."

A long moment of silence passed. She sighed heavily and gave him a sad nod. Then stepped closer to wrap her arms around him in a strong bear hug.

"Bye Dee." She whispered in his ear before taking a step back.

The shock on Dean's face almost made her heart break but she turned to a stunned Sam and took his hand. Lacing her fingers in Sam's and led him to the door without a word. As Dean just stood there unable to speak. They were half way down the stairs when Sam stopped her.

"Ellie, wait. This isn't right. We can't just leave him."

She turned looking up to the giant with a smile. "I know."

"What?"

"Give him…" Elliott dug through her pocket and pulled out her phone to look at the time. "…fifteen minutes."

It wasn't even fifteen minutes later when her phone lit up with Dean's name on the caller ID. Calling to get their location and tell her he was in. Just like she knew he would.

Authors Note:

Ha! I did it! I posted exactly one week from the last chapter! Even though I didn't get to edit this one like I wanted to... but if you anything specific catches your eye that needs to be edited grammar wise send me a pm so I can change it. Also I really, really, would like to know if you all want me to continue to add smut as I go or throw it out completely. No hard feelings just has been driving me crazy if I should add more or take out.

So I have been planning on doing this story as a two parter. I just realized today that this first part only has five maybe six chapters left! Wow! I think I am actually going to be sad when it's over lol.

I hope this chapter makes up for the last one. I didn't get much response to it so I hope it wasn't terrible. I would LOVE any feedback you have, on this chapter, or just what you think of the story so far. If you are still reading and haven't yet given a kudo and or a comment please do. Comments make my whole week and help me stay motivated to write. Thank you SOOO much for reading!

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