"The Office"

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Summary: A night at the office goes awry when one employee gets mysteriously killed. Can Sam and Dean find out who did it before it's too late?

A/N: Last chapter people! I had lots of fun writing this story and I just want to thank u all for all the wonderful reviews this story has gotten. I'm sure I'll come up with another story soon so keep ur eyes peeled!

Chapter 5

It was about ten o'clock when the boys arrived at the Medical Center. They walked in and found it empty of it's employees.

"Hmm, must not've worked today."

"Either that or they left early because it said on the door that they close at eleven."

"Oh well, let's just do what we came here to do." Dean said as he made his way back to her office. Caution tape was still attached to the wall. He detached the tape and walked in, Sam following him inside, only to stop halfway into the room. When Dean didn't feel Sam behind him like he always did, he turned around and saw the look of fear on his face.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, Dean. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Oh stop being a baby and come on."

He walked over to the closet, peeking his head in. As soon as he did this, the lights went out. Dean came out of the closet and turned to where Sam was standing, to tell him not to play with the lights, sort of as a joke... but he wasn't there. Dean called out to him.

"Sam."

No response. He called a little louder.

"Sam!"

The first thought that entered his head was that the mysterious person got him.

"Oh, God. Sam!"

Dean rushed to the door and tried to open it but found it locked. How could it be locked! Unless the lock was on the outside of the door.

'What the hell!' thought Dean as he tried to open it. After three tries, he took out his gun and fired at the lock. Fortunately, it worked! He yanked on the knob so hard that it came clearly off the door. He searched in every room until he got to Melissa's office and found the door shut and also locked. He took his gun out again and fired at the knob until it became unlocked.

Dean rushed in and heard the most horrifying scream he had ever heard in his life. He mustered up enough strength to call out for Sam.

"Sam! You in here?"

Sam could hear Dean just outside the closet door. He tried to call out for Dean, but the grip on his throat only resulted in a grunt. That was just enough for Dean's answer.

"Don't worry, buddy. I'll get you out of there. Don't struggle too much."

Sam nodded as though Dean could see. He was just about to try his luck at the door when, all of a sudden, the door swung open with enough force, causing Dean to fly back twenty feet in the air and crash into the wall. The grip on Sam's throat loosened up some to where he could call out.

"Dean! Get up, Dean!"

Dean was starting to come to as he grabbed the gun filled with rock salt and shot it at the guy. Sam ran over to Dean as soon as he was able to be let loose.

"Dean, are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." He caught a glimpse of blood running down the side of Sam's head. "Sam, you're bleeding!" A look of fear and concern washed over Dean's face.

"I'll be alright, Dean. Don't worry about me. You think we got him?"

"I hope we did."

"Come on. Let's go." Sam helped Dean up and they left the Medical Center.

Once at the hotel they were staying at that night, Sam laid on one of the beds, a cold washcloth pressed gently to the bleeding side of his head. He turned to Dean, who was on the laptop searching for their next case.

"Hey, Dean?"

Dean looked up from the laptop to Sam. "Yeah little bro?"

"How did you know that I was in that closet?"

"I didn't."

A look confusion etched Sam's face. "What?"

"Well, when I didn't see you behind me when I turned around, I figured that you were looking around, ya know, for the killer. But then, the thought of him getting you crossed my mind and that's when I started searching for you."

"But..."

"I found out you were in the closet by reaching Melissa's office and found the door shut and locked. Once I got in, that's when I heard you scream and I knew he had to have caught you. And I also knew that if I didn't get you out of there, he would kill you. And," He hesitated for a minute before continuing. "I didn't want that to happen to you, Sam. You're my one and only brother and I would do anything to save you."

Sam smiled as he stared at his big brother. "Thanks, Dean."

"Don't mention it." He returned the smile and turned his attention back to the computer. Sam lowered the cloth and noticed that his head had stopped bleeding and decided to turn over and get some sleep. Dean glanced back up at Sam and noticed that he had went to sleep. This was one case he would never forget.