SECTION TWO

Back in the cubicle farm…

People in coroner uniforms rolled the covered body of Paul past the crowd. Sam watched with a tense jaw and sighed. Several feet away, Dean, Angel and several other people, some in suits and some in the yellow shirts, also watched. Angel grasped the cross pendant hanging from her neck with a sad smile as she watched the detectives. Dean and Sam noticed each other just then before Dean shuffled forward to address Angel.

"Something about this seem not right to you?" His voice caused her to jump slightly before turning around, "Sorry."

"I mean…" She took a deep breath, "I think not right is an understatement." She dropped her voice, "The man microwaved his own head, Dean." When she met eyes with Sam she crossed her arms at Dean, "Oh my god, are you letting Psycho Elevator Man get into your head? Are you all freaked out about ghosts and vampires?"

"Well, come on Angela, who microwaves themself to death?"

"Someone with a lot of underlying problems." She scoffed, "Not because the monster under his bed told him to." Taking a breath she turned to him, "Look, Mr. Adler is having me find a therapist to come in and be available for employees to talk to. When you talk to them, try not to mention the ghosts and vampires, okay?"

Turning from him, she smoothed out her pantsuit and hurried back to her office. Later on, however, Angela felt it rather difficult to focus on her work. Her mind kept drifting between the event that happened downstairs and the creepy elevator guy's words. Sighing heavily, Angela couldn't help but access the Sandover personnel file for Paul Dunbar. Her brows furrowed in even more confusion when she read that his retirement party was supposed to be in two weeks.

"What?" She shook her head, "Two weeks?"

Back with Sam…

"Hey. Why would someone kill themselves two weeks before they were supposed to retire?" Sam asked after he rolled his chair over to Ians cubicle, not noticing Ian was now wearing their uniform yellow shirt for the first time and working busily, "I mean, Paul was two weeks from freedom. He should have been happy, right?"

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

Sam laughed at that comment, "That's very funny." His eyes filled with curiosity once he took notice to Ians shirt and new attitude, "What's with you?"

"I'm working. It's important."

"HR bust your balls or something? You're wearing the shirt…" He leaned a bit closer, "Did you shave?"

"Tech support, this is Ian." He answered the phone, cutting Sam off, before his face went pale, "Be right up." Shakily, he took off his headset and get up to leave, "Gotta go up to twenty-two, speak to a manager."

In Dean's office…

Ian knocked at the open door causing Dean to look up from his computer, "Hi. Ian, is it?" He nodded so Dean motioned to the chairs in front of his desk, "Yeah, come on in." He continued speaking as Ian sat, "Yesterday you filled out a 445-T and no problem, just a few errors when we did your switch over to Vista. So, I'm sure you're used to filling out the dash-R's, am I right?"

Ian paled even more, "Oh, no."

"No no no. It's fine. It's fine." Dean dismissed with a soft laugh before pushing a paper over the desk with a smile, "I just need you to redo one today so I can get the show on the road with the invoicing."

Ian looked at it with terror, "Oh my god."

"No, it's fine. Just refile it and we're square."

"I can't believe I did this." As Ian whimpered Dean began to notice something was wrong, "I can't believe I- I can't believe I did this!"

Dean shifted uncomfortably, "Hey, guy, come on."

"No, no! It affected profits. It- I screwed up. I- I can't- I can't- I am so sorry. I- how could I do that?" As he became more and more hysterical he hurried out of his seat, "I failed Sandover. I failed the company."

"Uh, alright…" Dean was frowning in concern as well as slight fear, "Why dont- why don't you sit down, Ian?"

"No." Ian turned and bolted out of the room, "No!"

"Ian?" Dean called after before getting up and following him, "Ian, hey." He followed him into the bathroom to see him nearing a psychotic episode in front of the mirror, "Ian, hey. Just chill out, man. Okay?"

Ian didn't even turn to acknowledge him. He stared wide eyed into the mirror. Dean watched him with frightened eyes before he realized his own breath was visible, as if he was standing in freezing temperatures. All the faucets in the bathroom turned on even though Ian and Dean were the only ones in the room; all the soap dispensers, too. All of which had the hairs on the back of Dean's neck standing on edge, and had him wanting to turn and sprint out of the room.

"Ian, hey, maybe we should get out of here, huh?" He tried to beckon the man along as he inched his ebay towards the door, "Come on. Ian. Look at me."

Ian then turned toward Dean and pulled a pencil out of his pocket. He stared at Dean for a brief moment before violently stabbing himself in the neck without further warning. Horrified, Dean stared at the spout of blood before rushing forward as Ian collapsed. When Dean looked up he was met with the gaze of an old man in the mirror. Yet, when he turned around, there was no one standing behind him.

Dean's attention was brought back down to Ian when he went completely still, "Somebody help me!"

Later on, in the corridor…

"No, I- I followed him into the bathroom." The coroner people rolled a body bag past, again with an audience, as Dean spoke with a police officer, "He was, uh- he was standing there in front of the mirror, and then-"

When Dean looked up and saw Angela, now matching his own feeling of distraught terror, and Sam a few feet away from her he stopped talking.

"Continue." The officer studied him with a frown as he continued to stare off in silence, "Sir."

"And he stabbed himself in the neck." Dean pushed out before trying to leave, "I'm sorry, that's, um…"

Later on, with Sam…

Back in the cubicle farm, a printer whirred and spit out a paper just as a fax machine whirred and sucked in a paper. When his phone rang, Sam reached over and picked it up.

"Tech support, this is Sam."

"I need to see you in my office." Dean growled out, "Now."

When Sam finally made his way into Dean's office he was met with him and Angela whispering fiercely at each other. Upon entering, he knocked to earn their attention.

"Come on in." Dean instructed hurriedly, "Shut the door."

"Okay, seriously." When Sam closed the door behind himself Angela whirled on him, "Who the hell are you?"

"I- I'm not sure i know…"

Dean even scoffed at that answer, "What the hell does that mean?"

"Sam Wesson." He answered after a moment, "I started here three weeks ago."

"Alright, well…" Dean motioned between him and Angela, "You cornered us in the elevator talking about ghosts." Stress filled his features, "And now…"

Sam's brows furrowed at both his and Angela's stressed statures, "Now what?"

"Now nothing." He hurriedly answered after a stretched pause fell between them, "I, uh…" He shook his head in an attempt to clear his head, "So you started working here three weeks ago, huh?" Sam nodded, "Yeah… us too." He motioned to a still stressed looking Angela before he unscrewed the top of his water bottle, "It's the Master Cleanse. You tried it? Phenomenal." He explained before taking a few big gulps, "Detoxes you like nobody's business."

"When you were in that bathroom with Ian?" Sam pressed, "Did you see something?"

As Dean looked more and more freaked out, Angela spoke up, "He doesn't know what he saw."

"Wait. Are you saying that- did you see a ghost?"

"Okay, look, relax buddy. He was obviously freaking out! The guy penciled his damn neck right in front of him for christ sake!"

"You did, didn't you?" Sam's eyes went wide as Dean's silence was more than enough of an answer for him, "Okay, listen." Now his attention was on both of them, "What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?"

"So, what, ghosts are real?" Dean glared, "And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here?" The three of them all sat down in unison, "Is that what you're saying?"

"I know it sounds crazy. But yes. That's what I'm saying."

"Right." Angela shifted tensely, "Based on what exactly?"

"Instinct." Sam answered after a moment of stretched silence, an answer that resonated deeply with both of them, "You know those dreams I was telling you guys about? I was dreaming about ghosts." The two of them looked at one another before nodding, "And then it turns out that there's a real ghost."

"So you're telling us that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?"

"No. I mean, that would be nuts." Sam dismissed Dean's words, "I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So I've been digging around a little." He pulled a stack of papers from his bag and passed them over to Angela and Dean, "I think I found a connection between the two guys."

Angela raised a brow from the papers to Sam, "You hacked into their email accounts?"

"I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity."

Dean smirked as Angela rolled her eyes, "Nice."

"So it turns out Ian and Paul both got this same email telling them to report to HR, room fourteen forty-four."

"No, that's not right." Angela countered with a frown, "HR's on seven."

"Exactly."

"Well… Fourteen forty four, huh?" Angela looked between them, "Shouldn't we like- I mean, since we know something's off, shouldn't we…"

Dean's eyes widened, "Go check this out?"

Sam's eyes widened at them, "Like right now?"

"No. No, it's getting late." Dean dismissed, causing Angela even to deflate a little, "You're right."

"I am dying to check this out right now."

Angel and Dean both immediately got up from their seats, "Right!"

Meanwhile, in a different corridor…

A man in tech support yellow walked through the hallway, looking around. When he came across door number 1444 he gave it an unsure eye but walked inside nonetheless.

"Hello?" He called in confusion as he looked around the storeroom, "Hello?"

The door slammed shut, startling him. Zipping around he rattled the doorknob, but it was locked. Looking around with wide frightened eyes he didn't see any indication of anyone else. Until, all the monitors around him abruptly come on, showing only static. Then his breath became briefly visible before everything began rattling intensely.

At the same time, Angel, Sam and Dean were all coming down the corridor when they heard the man screaming. The three of them hurried to room 1444, but it was still locked. Without another empty moment, Sam kicked down the door.

Dean's mouth dropped, "Whoa."

"Well…" Angel looked at him with wide eyes, "That's one way i guess."

Stepping inside they see that a shelf had fallen on the man and hurry over to lift it off of him. The same old man that Dean had seen in the bathroom appeared behind them and flung Dean and Angel into differing walls before shoving Sam over. His hands sparked lightning as Angela spotted a wrench in a nearby box. Scrambling over to it, she managed to grab it, get up and swing at him with all of her strength. Before the old man was able to hurt his victim he dissipated before their eyes. The monitors then shut off and everything stopped shaking. Sam helped the man scoot out from underneath the shelf as Angel helped a freaked out but impressed Dean to his feet.

"How'd you know that would work?"

"I have no idea."