"The Office"
Disclaimer: "Supernatural", Sam, Dean, and WRAL TV news do not belong to me. Cynthia and Melissa do. If you use these characters in your story, please give credit in your fic.
Summary: A night at the office goes awry when an employee is mysteriously killed. Can Sam and Dean find out who did it before it's too late?
Chapter 3
After the Impala was loaded with their belongings, Sam and Dean were on their way to Benson Area Medical Center. When they arrived, they saw a bunch of cop cars sitting at the front entrance. "Think they got enough policeman here?" Dean asked sarcastically.
Sam rolled his eyes as he climbed out of the car and walked up to the building's entrance door, waiting for Dean.
As soon as they entered, a policeman walked up to them and asked who they were. Dean smiled as he answered.
"We're new reporters from," he paused, trying to think of the name that was on the news van they saw. "WRAL TV news. We just came to see what happened and maybe get a few questions in." The policeman looked them both up and down suspiciously, then figured that he might as well let them go through. After dealing with the overly suspicious policeman, they made their way back to Cynthia's office. The room was roped off with Caution tape, the closet door standing wide open, blood decorating the inside wall. A woman was standing just outside the room, staring into it with sad eyes. Sam and Dean walked up to her.
"Hi. I'm Sam Adams. This is my brother, Dean. We're relatives of Cynthia. We are very sorry about what happened."
She smiled a little. "I'm Melissa Becker, her..."
"Yeah. We know. Mind if we ask you a few questions about what happened?"
"Sure."
"Ok, great. Um, before we start asking anything, we would just like to know; you were the one who found here in the closet, right?"
"Yes. That's right."
"How did she, um, look?"
"Well, she was just slumped up against the wall with what looked like a knife wound to the chest. But, I don't see how a simple stabbing can cause this."
She pointed to the blood-covered walls. Sam and Dean nodded to show that they understood.
"How long had you two been friends?" Sam asked, looking at Melissa.
"Ever since she started working here; which was about 2 years ago."
"Ah. Well, that'll be all for now. Thanks."
They smiled as they walked out of the building.
"That was strange." said Dean as he climbed into the driver's side of the Impala.
"Yeah. I mean, I could understand a gun shot wound doing that but, a stabbing? No. It's not logical."
"We don't really know if it was a stabbing or a gun shot wound."
Sam tilted his head a little, pondering this thought. "That's true. You know what we gotta do now, don't ya?"
"Yep, so let's get a move on."
Dean cranked up the car, Metallica blasting through the stereo, as they headed to the library to do some research.