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Episode Summary:

Angel, Dean and Sam are living very normal and separate lives. Angel is newly married, and the CFO of a large corporation. She's health conscious, chooses to listen to relaxation podcasts versus rock music, and is trying to have a baby. Dean is a corporate man who enjoys health drinks and listens to news radio while climbing the corporate ladder. Sam works in Tech Support. All three work at a company called Sandover Bridge & Iron Company, seemingly oblivious to each other's existence. However, after co-workers start committing suicide at an alarming rate, the three find themselves working side by side to solve the murders.

Chapter Fifteen: It's A Terrible Life

In an uptown, suburban house…

In a bedroom an alarm clock flipped from 5:59 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. and started beeping. A slender and perfectly manicured hand reached over to shut it off. Angel's slender uncharacteristically manicured hand. Stretching for a long second she tossed the down comforter off and got out of bed to head straight for the shower.

After finishing her shower, doing her hair and makeup she dressed in a fitting pantsuit and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, a coffee cup was being filled from an espresso machine. The cup was being held by Asa, who was in business dress as well with his hair slicked down.

"Goodmorning, sweetheart." He pecked her on the cheek before handing over the espresso, "Have a good day at work." She smiled at him happily as she swept up her keys and briefcase, "Oh, and Angela?" She turned back to him, "Don't forget about this afternoon, alright? The doctors appoint-"

"The doctor's appointment is at 3:30, downtown, suite 7, Dr. Richards this time. Yes, I know, I haven't forgotten." Smiling, she walked over to him and gave him another kiss, "You're still picking me up?"

"3:10 on the dot."

"Great, I love you!"

Walking outside, she quickly crossed the street to her silver Toyota Prius and got in to start the car. As she was fixing her lip gloss in the rearview mirror rock music blared from the speakers causing her to grimace. Shaking her head she reached down to hit her bluetooth button until her familiar morning mantra started playing.

"Those who seek the easy way, do not seek the true way…"

Smiling, she drove off.

At Sandover Bridge & Iron…

Angel walked out of the elevator and crossed the lobby passing the large Sandover Bridge & Iron history display along one wall. She grinned at one of the accounting clerks as they passed each other before unlocking an office door with the label Angela Johnson - Chief Financial Officer across it. Setting all of her stuff down, she sat at her computer and immediately began typing.

Her day went by rather uninteresting and normal. She took phone calls, went to meetings, and completed multiple spreadsheets. She quickly ate a salad and downed a water bottle on her lunch before dipping into the Director of Sales and Marketings office: Dean Smith.

"Mr. Smith?" She knocked lightly on the door to earn his attention from his computer and motioned to the files in hand, "I've got the audits you wanted to look through."

"Ah, Angela! Come in, come in." He smiled at her before putting a hand to his headset, "Frank, let me give you a ring back. My CFO just got here." He took the headset off before taking the files, "Thanks for these. Mr. Adler wants the rundown before we start trying to close the fiscal year."

"No problem. The first packets have the spreadsheets for our net profitability, but Mr. Adler is usually more concerned with our client-retention rate."

"Vis-à-vis maximizing return on sales." He nodded in agreement, "I'll buzz you back once I've gone through the spreadsheets. That way we're both on the same page when we meet with Adler."

Smiling politely she turned to leave, "Sounds good to me."

"Oh, Angela?" She turned once more, "I've been asking everyone this, but uh what do you think about the company gym? Worth the membership?"

"Well…" She chuckled, "Seeing as my husband was the contractor I'd say it was. I personally haven't had much free time to try it out. Asa seems to like it though. Aside from the health club fanatics and their shakes."

"That's the problem I'm having. Carrying a little bloat around from the sedentary lifestyle. It's amazing the company even offers the membership but I've been a little swamped with work."

"You could always try a master cleanse instead. I do one every month. Lemon, cayenne, maple syrup and hot water. Works miracles. You lose weight and you don't deal with bloating."

"Seriously?" His eyebrows shot up in interest as he scribbled the recipe down, "How much did you lose?"

"Mmmm, with light exercise, 15 pounds in two weeks." His eyes widened again causing her to chuckle, "Try it out and let me know how it goes. I've got an appointment I've gotta get to but i'll see you in the meeting with Mr. Adler tomorrow morning!"

"Sure thing, thanks."

After collecting her things from her office, she hurried over to the elevator to meet her husband downstairs. Clicking the down butting she focused back on the emails she was reading on her cell phone. When the elevator dinged, she entered, still focused on the phone. Briefly she looked over at the other occupant of the elevator who seemed to be staring at her intently. The man was very tall, had somewhat shaggy brown hair, and was wearing a short-sleeved yellow shirt that read 'Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Tech Support'.

She looked back up when he kept staring, "Do I know you?"

Angela shook her head once as she willed the elevator to go faster, "I don't think so."

"I'm sorry…" He apologized with confusion when she scowled at him, "I just… you just look really familiar."

"Right…" When the elevator dinged, she nearly bolted out as he stared after her, "Creep."

Later on, in the cubicle farm…

A printer whirred and spit out a paper as a fax machine whirred and sucked in papers. An automatic pencil sharpener whirred at the same time a phone rang. Sam, the man from the elevator, pressed a button on the phone and began to talk into his headset.

"Tech support, this is Sam Wesson. Okay. uh, well, did you try turning it off and then on?" As he spoke to the customer he poked at a vampire bobblehead on his desk, "Okay, go ahead and turn it off. No no no, just, just off. All right, give it a second. Turn it back on. Okay, is it printing now?" He nodded to himself, "Great. Anytime."

Sam sighed heavily as he took off the headset and pressed another button on the phone. A man at the cubicle behind him, Ian, the only one in the room who was not wearing the yellow uniform shirt, rolled his chair over to Sam.

"Hey."

"Yo."

"What do you think of Mimi?"

Sam looked over and shrugged, "She's okay."

"Might have to hit that."

"Oh, dude." Sam grimaced, "That's totally age-inappropriate."

"Experience."

"Trifocals."

"There's a MILF there, Sam. I just know it." Ian grinned, "Maybe a GILF." Sam groaned at that, "Coffee break?" With a sigh, he conceded and the two of them got up to head to the break room but stopped at another man at a different cubicle, "Paul. Time for a refuel, buddy."

The man typed away furiously on his computer, "Sorry, no time."

"Since when? Dude, we get paid by the hour."

"Working."

Ian rolled his eyes as he and Sam moved on, "Okay."

"He seems stressed."

"Freaked because he got busted surfing porn on the Internet."

"What? No way." Sam scoffed out a laugh, "When?"

"Got sent up to HR yesterday. Guess they put the fear of God in him."

Later on, in the breakroom…

The microwave dinged before someone took out a bag of popcorn and left as Ian and Sam entered. Sam went straight to the coffee pot Ian made a beeline for the supply cabinet to start pocketing packets of pencils.

"Ian." Sam shook his head, "Dude."

"Just doing a little shopping. Running low at home." He smiled as Sam handed him a cup of coffee, "So, Sam, had any of those dreams lately?" At the question, Sam tensed up and turned away, "What? Don't be like that. Come on. It's the highlight of my day."

Sam rolled his eyes, "I never should have told you in the first place."

"They're genius. Don't hold out on me, dude. Share with the class."

"You're just gonna be a dick about it."

"What? No way. I won't say a word. Total respect." He motioned, "Go."

Sam steeled himself, "I dreamt that I saved a Grim Reaper named Tessa from demons."

"Classic!" Ian burst out laughing causing Sam to sigh in exasperation and look away, "How much D&D did you play when you were a kid? Oh, my- okay, so you- rescuing the Grim Reaper. That's- you're a hero!" He laughed harder, "I mean, thank God we got Harry Potter here to save us all from the apocalypse!"

"Dick."

"Wizard."

Back in the cubicle farm with Sam…

Again, a printer whirred and spit out a paper as a fax machine whirred and sucked in papers. Sam was back in his cubicle, filling out a form on a clipboard. He yawned and propped his head on his hand, closing his eyes for a few seconds. As soon as he did, a montage of images were thrust into his mind. He was in a fight, killing a demon with a knife. The next ones were of him, Dean and Angel shooting a striga, him dispelling an Acheri, and finally Dean staking and decapitating a vampire. With a startled jump, Sam jerked awake in shock and looked around with wide eyes.

At the end of the day, at the elevators…

Sam entered the elevator where the only other occupant was Dean. When the elevator door dinged and closed the two of them stood in thick silence for a few seconds. When it lifted a few floors up and opened, Angela walked in to join them. She once again lifted her head briefly to frown at Sam, recognizing him from earlier in the day, before smiling politely at Dean. The three of them once again fell into a thick silence. Until Sam broke it.

"Can I ask you guys a question?"

"Look, man." Dean answered first as he shook his head, "I'm not into the, uh, the whole Health Club thing, alright?"

"Oh dude, come on, I'm not either." Angel cleared her throat awkwardly as Sam dismissed Dean's comment with a scowl, "I just wanna ask you guys one question."

Exasperated, Angel and Dean both looked around for an escape, but there wasn't one. The two of them shared a weary look with one another before Dean answered.

"Sure."

Sam turned to face them, "What do you think about ghosts?"

Angel raised an eyebrow, "Ghosts?"

"Do you guys believe in them?"

"Uh…" Dean met Angel's wide eyes as he chuckled, "Tell you the truth, I've never given it much thought. Angela?"

"Well… not really no… I mean, those are all just scary stories."

"What about vampires?"

"What?"

"Sorry, why are you asking about this?"

"Because… Because I've been having some weird dreams lately." He turned his intent gaze to fall directly on Dean first, "You know what I mean?"

"No." Dean eyed him like he's lost his mind, "Not really."

"What about you? Angela, was it?"

"Mrs. Johnson." Angela corrected with a slight glare as she crossed her arms, "And no, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"So you two have never had any… weird dreams?"

"Alright, look man, neither one of us knows you, okay? But I'm gonna do a public service and, uh, let you know that-" Dean glared at him once more as he pressed the lobby button a few more times, "That you overshare."

The elevator finally dinged, letting them free into the lobby. Dean and Angela both hurried out and away from Sam as he watched on with a frown.

The next day, in the cubicle farm…

Once again, a printer whirred and spit out a paper as a fax machine whirred and sucked in papers. Sam was once again in his cubicle addressing his headset.

"Did you turn it off, then on?" As he spoke, he idly drew the vampires from his dreams on a pad of paper, "All right, well, let's try that. No, no, it's fine, I'll wait."

As he waited, he pulled up a search engine on his computer, looked both ways, and typed in 'vampires'. Clicking over to image search he glanced over the pictures of Dracula wannabes.

"Is it printing now? Oh, that's great. Anytime."

Ian, still the only one not wearing the yellow shirt, was suddenly beside Sam, "Whatcha doing?"

Sam quickly minimized the search engine and hid the sketches before turning to Ian and shaking his head, "Nothing."

He suddenly looked nervous, "You get an email from Human Resources?"

"No. Why?"

"Damn it. Guess it's just me, then. I'm supposed to, quote, report to HR, unquote."

Sam smirked, "They're probably finally busting you for snaking all those office supplies."

Ian laughed, "I hope they spank me."

He shoved his chair back into his cubicle before leaving. Sam immediately returned to googling. A few cubicles down, Paul, was starting to freak out.

"No no no no no no! Come on. Don't do this to me. Please."

"Hey, man…" Sam minimized the window, took off his headset and stood up to lean over Paul's cubicle, "You okay?"

Paul was becoming paler by the second, "It froze."

"They're crap, Paul. They freeze all the time."

"You don't understand. When I- when I rebooted, everything was gone! A whole day's work deleted."

"Well… did you back up?"

"No, I didn't back up. I wish to God I backed up but I didn't." He hunched back over his computer, "I'll get it back. I'll find it. It's somewhere. I'll find it."

"Paul, it's okay, man." Sam tried to appease, to no avail, "These things happen."

That night, at the cubicle farm…

"Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on." The room was dark and empty except for Paul's cubicle, "Please. Please!" The screen then displayed an 'ERROR: No Files Found' pop up, "All that work. Gone. Failed."

At this point, Paul's breath was briefly visible. He stood up and walked to the break room with a blank look. Grabbing two plastic forks, he broke off two tines, opened the microwave, stuck the forks in where the door latched, entered 10:00 on the timer, stuck his head in and pressed start. Smoke erupted from it as he screamed until he dropped to the floor dead, and the microwave dinged.