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It's A Terrible Life After All
The alarm beeped again and again as I groaned and rolled over hitting the snooze button for the second time in ten minutes.
"You know if you don't get up you'll be late for work..." Payton said into the pillow with his eyes closed. I groaned and slapped his arm.
"I hate you." I said dragging my body up so I was sat on the bed.
"Love you too." Payton said rolling onto his back and opening his eyes. "Come on, who else is going to save the world?" He joked with a sleepy smile. He looked so cute when he was sleepy. Payton pulled me back down and pulled me into a deep kiss.
"I still hate you." I said with a small smile pulling out of the kiss and getting to my feet.
"I know." Payton said sounding sleepy and slapping my arse as I walked to the bathroom. I had a quick shower and changed into my leathers. I grabbed a bag with my work clothes in and was ready to leave.
"See you tonight Payton!" I shouted as I walked out of the door. I was running late for work again. I jumped on my Triumph motor-bike and skipped through the traffic.
I reached the station and parked the bike round the back. I rushed up the stairs pulling off my leathers as I went. I shoved them into my locker, changed, straightened myself out and walked into the squad room with five minutes to save. I grabbed a cup of coffee and walked over to my desk.
"Hey where's Lane?" I shouted to Percy across the squad room. Percy was getting on in years now but still knew where everyone was. His official job was to organise the Chief's schedule but most of the time he rang people to tell them the chief was too busy to see them.
"Late... again." Percy joked. I nodded and started to finish a few reports I had to do while I waited for him to show. Ten minutes later Lane came rushing into the room. He was a tall African-American guy with short black hair and deep green eyes. I knew he spent most nights with a different woman. He was good looking so I say more power to him.
"You're late again..." I sang as he sat in the chair opposite me.
"Yeah yeah I know Colt, don't need to broadcast it for the chief to hear." Lane said in a huff.
"Was she worth it?" I asked still typing away at a report.
"Hell yeah." Lane said jokingly and then started to type a report up. We spent most of the day typing up the reports for cases solved. At the end of the day we had managed to finish all our paper work.
"Fancy a beer?" Lane asked as we walked to the locker room.
"Sure. I'll just get changed." I said and ran off to change. I walked out changed into a short skirt and tight top. Lane's jaw dropped. I smiled and walked up to him.
"You look hot girl!" Lane said smiling at me.
"Good. I'm watching Payton's band play later tonight, I plan to wow him too." I said with a laugh.
That night after a couple of drinks with Lane I dragged him to see Payton's band playing. It was a rock show and we walked in and the place was heaving.
"What's the bands name again?" Lane asked as we pushed to the front.
"Apocalypse 2010." I said smiling as we reached the front. A few minutes later Payton and his band came out and started to play Payton noticed me and winked. After a few songs I decided I wanted a drink, Lane had already found himself a pretty young thing to dance with. I pushed through the crowd to reach the bar. I was pushed by someone and tripped but someone caught me. I looked up and saw a guy with floppy light brown hair and green eyes. Something in his face screamed familiarity but I couldn't place him.
"Thanks." I said standing on my own two feet.
"No problem... you ok?" He asked, he was so damn tall... the guy was like a sasquatch or something.
"Yeah. Thanks for catching me." I said laughing nervously because I felt so damn embarrassed.
"It's cool... um... this might sound weird... but um..." The guy struggled for words.
"Yeah?" I asked plainly.
"Have we met before? I mean you have a real familiar face." The guy said sounding nervous for asking. I laughed.
"Sorry I doubt it. I've only been in the city three weeks." I said with a small smile and the guys eyes widened. "What?" I asked confused.
"Nothing... just..." He laughed nervously. "I moved here three weeks ago too. I'm Sam Wesson." Sam said holding out a hand. I shook it firmly and he looked at our handshake weird.
"Megan Colt, nice meeting you Sam." I said shaking his hand.
"You sure we haven't met?" Sam asked.
"Dude I'm a Detective in the police force, I think I'm pretty good at remembering faces mate, and sorry I don't know you." I said getting a little freaked out. Sam nodded looking a little hurt and then I went to grab a drink. The rest of the night I stayed glued to the front and kept away from Sam Wesson.
When we got home Payton showed me just how much he loved my clothes by ripping them off in ten seconds flat. We fell asleep with Payton's arm resting over my stomach. I fell asleep quickly too. The boy wore me out.
Green eyes... beautiful green eyes. I love these green eyes. But some thing's wrong... the eyes they've changed. They've become hard, empty... soulless. Why? Why are these beautiful green eyes mad at me? Why are they so angry at me? I know what's going to happen next... I don't want to know. I want it to stop.
"Don't please!" I scream on deaf ears.
"NO!" I screamed shooting up in bed. Payton jumped and sat up too.
"Baby.. it's ok, it's just a bad dream... remember the doctor said you might get them even a year after. It's ok, it was just a dream." Payton said pulling me into a hug. "What did you see?" He asked kissing my head. I had been stabbed two months ago in a routine drugs bust. The blade went through my stab vest, I picked a faulty vest that day.
"Eye's, I just saw eyes and then it hurt." I said pulling away and checking my scar on my stomach. It was still there looking back at me.
"Least it wasn't his face this time." Payton said rubbing my arm.
"It wasn't that guys eyes Pay," I said turning to him. "I saw green eyes tonight, the dude who did this had nearly black eyes."
"Maybe you're thinking of my eyes?" Payton said smiling sweetly.
"You have blue eyes dumb ass. No... I don't know... these eyes... I know them... I know who they belong to. I just... I just can't place them..." I sighed running a hand through my hair.
"Come on,try to sleep and forget about who's eyes they were. We've left that life way behind us." Payton said kissing my head again as I laid down.
The next day I got up and went to work. I got in early again and was walking to my desk when the chief shouted me. I turned and smiled.
"Megan, good to see you, I just wanted to check that you were settling in ok?" He was a tall chubby balding man. I smiled and nodded.
"Yes sir settling in just fine." I said watching Lane walk in on time for once.
"Lane showing you the ropes ok?" The Chief asked smiling at me.
"Yes sir." I said plainly. Truth be told, the guy freaked me out for some reason.
"Good. Good." The chief said and rushed back into his office. I sighed as Lane reached me.
"You ok, I kinda lost you in the club last night." Lane said smiling from ear to ear.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just need to check something." I said and walked over to my computer. I typed in 'Sam Wesson' and did a criminal search.
"Who's Sam Wesson and why are we checking his criminal record?" Lane asked leaning over my shoulder.
"Just got a weird feeling when I saw bumped into him last night..." I said watching the computer search him.
"What do you mean?" Lane asked watching the screen produce no results for criminal record.
"He just freaked me out last night. I recognised him from somewhere but couldn't place his face..." I sighed as the screen just blinked 0 matches in my face.
"Lane, Colt! You guys got a case over at Sandover, Bridge and Iron!" Percy shouted and I sighed as Lane tugged on my shoulders.
"Come on lets go save the world..." Lane said sarcastically. I got up and fallowed him over to Percy's desk.
"What's the story?" Lane asked as Percy past him the preliminary case.
"Some employee tried nuking his brains..." Percy said mindlessly. "Probably stuck in a dead end job... know the feeling..."
"Thanks Percy. What would we do without you to bring us to a million dead bodies?" I joked as we walked out of the squad room.
I glanced over the preliminary report as Lane drove to the building. It seemed pretty weird but straight forward.
"So guy got fed up with his life and nuked himself... why are we investigating?" I asked.
"Because we work Homicide and this is as suspicious as it gets. Plus I like watching your voodoo at work. Your like the human lie detector its amazing." Lane said as we pulled up. I just rolled my eyes. It was true I could tell a liar a mile off but it wasn't something I was comfortable with. We road the elevator to the call centre IT support floor. As we were getting out of the lift they were carting away his body.
"Looks like we missed the show." I said looking around at the crowd of people.
"We should talk to some people anyway... might get a feel for the guy." Lane said looking around and picking a particularly good looking woman to interview. "Shotgun."
"What are we, six?" I asked laughing and looking around. I noticed Sam Wesson and stopped laughing.
"No.. but help me out here." Lane said.
"Sure whatever..." I said pushing past Lane and walking up to Sam.
"Sam right?" I asked as I reached him. Sam looked down at me, he had been staring at another guy. One I clocked the face of and would be asking him questions too.
"Yeah?" Sam asked looking a little confused.
"Detective Colt Homicide, we met last night in the club." I said smiling.
"Oh yeah yeah. Sorry." He said innocently. It looked like he was in shock.
"So do you know the deceased, Paul Dunbar?" I asked taking out my note book.
"Paul? Yeah, he was here when I started..." Sam said looking back and forth between me and the other guy.
"Would you say you were friends?" I asked and Sam looked back at me.
"Yeah, he helped show me the ropes round here." Sam said softly.
"Have you noticed any behavioural changes? Did he seem upset or distressed over anything?" I asked.
"Yeah... last night before we clocked out to go home. Paul was stressed because he lost a ton of work. It had just been erased by mistake and Paul hadn't back it up. He was major freaked." Sam explained.
"Do you know what work it was?" I asked writing it down.
"Average stuff, nothing major. But he was so freaked over it all... it was strange..." Sam said looking to the floor.
"Do you know anything else which might help our investigation?" I asked smiling warmly up at Sam.
"No...um... just that two days ago he was called up to HR for a telling off... but I don't know much about it...." Sam said softly with shifty eyes. He was lying.
"Ok, thanks for your help. Stay in town, we might need to ask you more questions." I said walking away. I noticed the guy Sam was staring at was still stood watching our little convocation. I walked up to him and smiled.
"Hey, Detective Colt, Homicide, mind if I ask you a few questions...?" I asked smiling.
"Dean Smith, and I didn't know the guy sorry..." Dean said glancing back at Sam.
"Oh well do you know Sam Wesson?" I asked smiling. Dean smiled back at me and something in his smile made me think I had met him before too.
"No... no I don't know who he is." Dean said confidently, he was lying.
"Yeah you do. You've been watching me talk to him the last five minutes, not to mention the fact you two were staring directly at each other when I walked in the room. So how do you know him?" I asked still smiling sweetly.
"Um... honestly?" Dean asked smiling and laughing a little.
"Go ahead." I said smiling.
"I...um was checking you out...." Dean said laughing. He was lying.
"Ok... well just don't skip out of town, in case we need to ask you a few questions ok?" I said with my gut telling me to ask him for the truth. Dean smiled and nodded.
We finished asking questions and headed back to the squad room. Lane went to check on the autopsy of Paul Dunbar while I'll checked out the interview reports I took and Paul Dunbar's history. I was typing away doing the usual searches.
"Huh, he's only got two weeks until he retires... why would a man kill himself that close to retirement?" I said to myself as I typed away. Then I noticed something. I was hacking into the firms employment records, yes technically illegal but I am a officer of the law. But the thing I noticed was I wasn't the only one snooping around in his record. Dean Smith was checking up on old Paul as well. "And the plot thickens..."
"Hey so what you got?" Lane asked looking tired as he walked over to our desks.
"Just someone snooping around after our Mr Dunbar's records... What about you?" I asked leaning back in my chair.
"Nothing... forensics and the coroner both think the guy topped himself. No reason for it..." Lane said and started to type at his computer.
"I think I'll fallow up this lead with one of the managers in the building. Meet back here bout four, see what we've got?" I asked standing up.
"Good plan." Lane said going through the statements he gathered. I took Lanes car to Sand over and went to the office of Dean Smith. The room was empty but there was shouting coming from the men's room. I rushed in and saw Dean holding a man who was bleeding to death. The soap despencers were on and the taps were running. The room felt cold.
"What happened?" I asked dropping to my knee's and applying pressure to the wound.
"I... I don't know. They guy was freaking out... then he stabbed himself." Dean said panicking. He kept glancing behind him as if some one was stood there.
"Did he turn the soap and water on?" I asked as they began to tun off. The blood was pouring out of the guys neck, there was no way he was going to make it. My hands were soaked in the blood.
"No... they just started and the room got cold..." Dean said looking at the blood.
"Push down on here." I said to Dean and checked his pulse. "He's dead. I'll call it in. Just come out here." I said walking Dean outside the rest room.
I called it in and Lane took charge of interviewing Dean while I got cleaned up. Lane brought my spare top and I changed in the woman's, giving forensics my blood stained top and jacket. I walked out and Sam was stood there looking in shock. Before I had time to talk to him he had walked off.
"You ok Colt?" Lane asked walking up to me. I watched Dean looked at me and then walk back into his office.
"Yeah... yeah I'm ok." I said looking into Lane's eyes.
"You should take the rest of the day off." Lane said putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I want to work. What did Smith tell you?" I asked changing topic.
"Just that this guys freaked when the work wasn't right then offed himself in the bathroom. No reason." Lane explained.
"That's two people in one day... Something weird is happening here. I need to talk to Dean Smith." I said wiping my face.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Lane asked cocking an eyebrow.
"I need to. He has something to do with this." I said sighing.
"OK, lets go." Lane said turning to walk to Smith's office.
"I want to go alone. I think he'll open up to me alone." I said softly.
"Oh... I get you." Lane said winking. It wasn't what I meant but I just nodded and walked to Dean's room. I knocked on the door.
"Come in." He shouted and looked shocked when I walked in.
"Expecting someone else?" I asked sitting down in a chair opposite his.
"Yes actually." Dean said still looking shocked.
"Who?" I asked smiling and Sam Wesson walked in.
"Oh um...sorry." Sam said looking between me and Dean.
"Funny for someone who doesn't know him, you suddenly want a chat?" I asked looking at Dean.
"I'll come back later." Sam said nervously.
"Get in here. I want to talk to both of you." I said sighing. Sam walked in nervously as I stood from the chair and glanced between each other. "Now how do you know each other?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"I told you lady, I don't know this guy!" Dean protested flying his hands around. I turned to Sam.
"I'm Sam Wesson I started here three weeks ago and I work in IT support. This guy doesn't know me." Sam said looking at Dean and me.
"See. Wait, three weeks? That's when I started..." Dean said working it through in his head.
"And Detective Colt moved here..." Sam added I snapped my head round and glared at Sam.
"Why did you call Sam to come see you?" I asked moving my arms to my hips.
"I... he cornered me a few days ago..." Dean said sighing.
"About?" I asked turning my attention to Dean.
"Ghosts..." Dean mumbled to his desk.
"Pardon?" I asked plainly.
"Ghost's he wanted to know if I believed in ghosts." Dean said looking up into my eyes. Something in his eyes were screaming I know you, but god help me I couldn't place him.
"Did you see one? In the bathroom with Ian? Did you see a ghost?!" Sam asked getting excited. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. He really believed in ghosts.
"I... I don't know what I saw man. A guy stabbed himself with a pencil in the neck!" Dean said turning away from us and grabbing a bottle of pee coloured water. And something in Deans actions, voice, they were saying he believed he saw a ghost too.
"You crazy?" I asked plainly and Sam blinked and shook his head.
"No... I'm serious." Sam said towering over me.
"No history of mental heal issues in your family?" I asked and Dean laughed.
"No, please listen to me. What if these suicides aren't suicides? What if there something not natural?" Sam pleaded looking from me to Dean.
"So what? Caspar is killing employees?" Dean asked as we all sat down.
"I know this is going to sound crazy but yes." Sam said sincerely.
"Based on what?" I asked sighing.
"Instinct." Sam said looking more at Dean than me. The room fell silent for a few moments.
"I've got the same instinct." Dean piped up and they both looked at me.
"I'm a cop, I have a lots of instincts, like knowing liars when I hear them." I said folding my arms over my chest.
"But you believe him as well..." Dean said looking into my eyes. I just nodded.
"You know those dreams I was telling you about? I was dreaming about ghosts. And then it turns out that there's a real ghost." Sam explained.
"So your telling me that your dreams are real and your some kind of special psychic?" Dean asked.
"No! I mean that would be nuts. I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on round here right?" Sam asked. "So I'm digging around a little bit and I think I found a connection between the two guys." Sam said passing Dean some paper.
"You broke into their email accounts?" Dean asked glancing at me. I kept a plain face.
"I used some skills I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity." Sam said glancing at me nervously.
"Nice." Dean said with a smile.
"What's the connection?" I asked sitting up and scanning the paper. Sam sighed.
"It turns out Ian and Paul both got the same email saying they had to report to HR room 1444." Sam explained.
"HR's on 7." Dean said plainly looking confused.
"Exactly." Sam said. Dean looked at me while he was thinking things through.
"Should be go check this out?" Dean asked.
"No it's late. You guys should toddle off home and not get into this investigation before you two end up prime suspects." I said sighing. "I'll check it out."
"You're right, it's getting late..." Dean said looking at his desk, then he glanced up at Sam.
"I am dying to check this out right now." Sam said.
"Right?!" Dean said with a small smile.
"No! Listen to me." I said standing up. "I'm the detective here, not you two." I said shaking my head.
"But.. but if there is any computers information in there I can get for you, even if its got firewalls and pass codes... And Dean... he's a manager he'll know people on the floor and get you information they might not tell a cop." Sam said standing up.
"And you really need something solid to bring back to your boss, right?" Dean said getting up too.
"Why do I feel like I'm being bullied here?" I sighed.
"Because you are." Dean said with a cheeky grin. I smiled at his grin and then sighed.
"Fine. You guys show me around, but if there is any evidence I'll collect it. Your finger prints on anything will just lead the cops back to you two." I sighed.
We got to the floor room 1444 was on and herd some shouting coming from the room. We tried the door but it was locked. Sam suddenly just kicked it open.
"Whoa!" Dean said as Sam looked pleased with what he did. We rushed in and a guy was trapped under a shelf had fallen on him. Sam and Dean grabbed the sides and I grabbed the middle to pull it up off the guy. Suddenly Dean went flying into a shelf and I pulled my gun on a old guy, but it was weird, his image kept flickering like a bad film.
"Stay there or I'll shoot!" I shouted with my gun aimed. The guy walked right up to me and flung me over onto Dean. Then chucked Sam into a shelf. I groaned and opened my eyes I was laid on Dean.
"As much as I love a beautiful woman on top, I think we need to help Sam." Dean said smiling. His eyes... he has green eyes... he has THE green eyes from my dream. I nodded and rolled off. I was in shock and really confused. Dean got to his feet as this guy was going to I don't know to the guy stuck under the shelf. Dean picked up a wrench and swung at the old man and he disappeared and all the monitor's shut off. I got up and helped the guys free the trapped man from under the shelf.
"How'd you know how to do that?" Sam asked looking shocked.
"I have no idea!" Dean replied.
Dean and Sam decided to go back to Dean's to check out this ghost more. I got the feeling that these two would get into more trouble than they could get out of alone so went with them. Only I felt weird around Dean. I knew his eyes... he was in my dreams... it was all weird.
"Holy crap dude!" Dean said drinking some more of his pee coloured water.
"Yeah, I could use a beer." Sam said sighing.
"Me too!" I added sitting next to Sam.
"Oh sorry man, I'm on the cleanse. I got rid of all the carb's in the house." Dean said walking over to the kitchen.
"Hey, how the hell did you know that ghosts were scared of wrenches?" Sam asked as Dean passed us both bottles of water.
"Crazy right? And nice job kicking in that door too. It was very Jet Li. What are you like a black belt or something?" Dean asked.
"No!" Sam laughed. "I have no clue how I did that. It's like... we've done this before." Sam said sighing. I looked at him confused.
"What do you mean before? Like Shirley McClain before?" Dean asked. I laughed.
"No..um..um... I just can't shake this feeling like I don't belong here, you know what I mean? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubical." Sam said desperate for us to understand.
"I think most people that work in a cubical feel the same way." Dean said before drinking more of his cleanse.
"No... no look its more than that, its like a, like I don't like my job, I don't like this town, I don't like my clothes. I don't like my own last name. I don't know how else to explain it, except that it feels like I should be doing something else, just there's something in my blood." Sam said swapping seats with Dean. I stood up and walked over to Sam.
"Sam, I think I understand... I've felt like this since I came to work in town too." I said leaning on the worktop.
"I dunno I feel like I'm destined to do something else." Sam sighed. "What about you? Ever feel that way?" Sam asked and I looked at Dean.
"I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us though." Dean said looking at me, I had to look away.
"Alright, so what do we do now?" Sam asked, Dean smiled and got to his feet.
"We do what I do best Sammy, research." Dean said smiling.
"Ok." Sam said nodding. Dean walked past us smiling. "Did you just call me Sammy?" Sam asked.
"Did I?" Dean asked.
"I think you did." I said softly.
"Yeah... don't." Sam said walking away.
"I thought Sammy was cute." I said smiling. Dean smiled at me. I felt attracted to him, I know I shouldn't but I was. There was something about him made me want to be with him. But then I looked in his eyes and a feeling of dread and worry would hit me. I tried to shake it off my sticking by Sam most of the time.
"Oh jackpot!" Dean said after we spent a few hours working on the research, me and Sam had resorted to playing blackjack online together.
"What you got?" Sam asked as we sat at the other laptop.
"I just found the best site ever. Real actual ghost busters." Dean said as we walked over to him.
"Like Ecto-1 ghost busters?" I asked and Sam looked at me weird and Dean laughed. "I like cartoons. Sue me." I said as we reached Dean.
"These guys are genus check it out." Dean said tapping a key.
"Instructional videos." Sam said as one started to play. We watched two nerdy looking guys tell us how to hunt this ghost.
"P.T Sandover. Died 1916. Devoted guy to the work, no family. Used to say he was the company and his very blood pumped through the building." Sam read.
"Slight work-a-hollic so maybe he's still here. You know watching over the company, even killing for it?" Dean suggested as he walked up and down.
"That is weird... yet plausible... never thought I'd say ghosts were real... what next werewolves?" I sighed.
"Plus this isn't the first time people killed themselves in the building." Sam added.
"The great depression?" I asked.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Lots of guys jumped off lots of high risers then." Dean said.
"But how many of companies had 17 suicides?" Sam asked.
"So what he's here because?" I asked looking at the pair.
"Because we are in the worst financial times since the great depression." Sam said.
"Yeah it sucks, my portfolio is in the sewer, I don't want to talk about it." Dean said and I forced myself not to laugh. Sam noticed and smiled at me.
"So Sandover is helping the company" Sam said.
"By making model employees." Dean finished. "So committed to the company that they would commits harry carry if they failed it."
"Creepy and creepier." I sighed.
"One more interesting fact, the building wasn't always that high. Used to be 14 floors, and the room where the ghost attacked,... once upon a time it was the old man's office." Sam said.
We watched another video on how to kill the ghost and packed a bag full of salt and iron.
"We just need a gun." Dean said looking at me.
"No way jose. I am not giving you a gun. And I'm just carrying it because its law. I don't like guns." I said plainly.
"What? What kind of cop doesn't like guns?" Sam asked looking at me confused.
"I prefer to beat the crap out of people with my hands... I have anger issues..." I said looking to the floor embarrassed.
"Well we need the gun." Dean said looking at me like I was a freak.
"Tough, I'm the one with the badge here, so the gun stays holstered with me!" I said glaring up at Dean.
"But the video said salt rounds worked well." Dean said glaring at me.
"Tough." I said threw grit teeth. "You have enough salt and iron to to this." I said and Sam walked in the middle of us.
"Chill we can work around this." Sam said. We went and watched the film and it said we'd have to burn the remains. Sam checked when Sandover was buried.
"It says Sandover was cremated." Sam said reading.
"Great now what?" I asked and we went back to the videos. It said to find some trace of DNA to burn.
We went back to Sandover Bridge and Iron to see if we could find some genetic material.
"Set yourselves on the walkie-talkies in case we get separated." Dean said as we sorted out the radios.
"How are we going to find some ancient speck of DNA in a sky scraper?" Sam asked as we walked in the elevator.
"Creepy store room used to be Sandovers office right?" Dean said pushing the button for level 14. We went in the room and started digging around looking for anything that could help.
"What the hell are you doing here?" A night guard said to Sam and I pulled Dean out of sight.
"Nothing... I just..." Sam said searching for a good answer.
"Come with me." The guard said shutting the door behind him.
"Now what?" I whispered standing up again.
"I don't know. We keep looking." Dean whispered back.
"And Sam?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.
"We'll bail him out after we stop the ghost." Dean whispered looking me dead in the eyes.
"Fine." I whispered shouted back. I huffed and turned away looking for something to help. We kept looking until Dean came over and tapped me on the shoulder I span round with a fist ready.
"Whoa! Calm down. I think I know where his DNA is." Dean said softly to me.
"Where?" I asked lowering my hand.
We got to level 22 and Dean showed me the glove.
"Smart." I said smirking at Dean.
"Well I'm not just a pretty face..." He said laughing as Sam walked up to us. He was covered in blood a lot of blood.
"Whoa that's a lot of blood..." Dean said getting a little freaked out.
"Yeah I know." Sam said plainly.
"You ok?" I asked looking at how much blood was on his t-shirt.
"Yeah I'm fine." He said softly with a small smile.
"So, in there." Dean said pointing to the gloves.
"P.T Sandovers gloves." Sam said plainly.
"How much do you want to bet that there's a smidgen of DNA in there. Like a finger nail clipping or or a hair or two, something." Dean said looking at both of us.
"So you ready?" Sam asked looking at me and Dean.
"Hey worst case we all get killed... lets go for it." I said with a smile.
"You're such a happy person." Dean said sarcastically. Everyone picked up iron bars and Dean smashed the box open. The room got cold, ghost cold. He threw Dean over and into a wall smashing his head in. I lifted the iron to swing it but the ghost pushed me over into the same wall. I managed not to smash my face into it though. I crawled over to Dean.
"Dean? Dean you ok?" I asked as Sam threw salt into the ghost.
"Yeah." Dean groaned as I helped him to his feet, he had a small cut on his head. "Nice." He said walking over to Sam as Sandover appeared again.
"Dean!" Sam shouted throwing him the iron bar. Dean swung and he vanished again. "Nice catch." Sam said getting to his feet.
"Right?" Dean said smiling. The ghost appeared a few more times and the guys swiped it away. Then it appeared behind Sam and threw him into a light. It then appeared in front of Dean. I pushed Dean out of the way as Sandover threw me into another wall head first. I was dizzy and couldn't move for a few seconds. I saw Dean being thrown against the far wall. The ghost was right over him. I have to protect him, I gotta keep him safe. Need to keep him safe. I stumbled to my feet the same time as Sam and stumbled towards Dean.
"Hey Sandover!" I shouted, my words were a little slurred. "Sandover I'm talking to you!" I shouted walking towards the ghost as Sam burnt the gloves. Sandover went up in a ball of flames. Sam walked over to us as I leant on the wall.
"That was amazing." Sam said smiling.
"Right!" Dean said smiling.
We all hobbled over to Dean's office because he said he had a first aid kit. I slumped in a chair and looked up to the ceiling.
"Man, I gotta tell you, I've not had so much fun in my life." Dean said sounding so happy. He passed me an ice pack thing for my head.
"Thanks." I said smiling, but still looking to the ceiling.
"Me either." Sam said watching Dean.
"It's a hell of a work out too, wasn't it." Dean said sitting down next to Sam.
"Maybe we should keep doing this." Sam said looking at Dean.
"Yeah I know." Dean said smiling.
"I mean it, there's got to be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people." Sam said taking a bandage off Dean.
"We could be like the ghost facers." Dean joked and I looked up.
"No really." Sam said. "For real."
"Sam, look at us we're banged up." I said holding the ice pack to my head.
"What quit our jobs and hit the road?" Dean said looking at me like Sam was crazy.
"Exactly." Sam said sincernly.
"How would we live?" Dean asked.
"Um..." Sam looked at me for help.
"You gotta be kidding me, how would we get by? With stolen credit cards huh? Eating dinner food drenched in saturated fats. Sharing a crappy motel room every night." Dean said.
"Oh yeah I can really see that. No way would I share a room with you Dean. And stolen cards, just what an ex cop should do..." I said shaking my head.
"That's just details." Sam said softly.
"Details are everything." Dean said firmly. "You don't want to go fighting ghost's without any health insurance." Dean said looking at Sam.
"It's not that we don't like the idea... it's just not practical Sam." I said standing up and putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with green puppy dog eyes and I said him a small smile.
"Alright, um.. confession." Sam said sighing.
"What?" Me and Dean said at the same time.
"Remember those dreams I told you about, with the ghosts?" Sam asked Dean.
"Yeah..." Dean said plainly.
"I was fighting them." Sam said.
"OK?" Dean said looking a little confused.
"With you, and you." Sam said looking from Dean to me.
"Huh?" I said folding my arms over my chest. For some reason it didn't sound crazy to me. I actually believed him.
"We were these, um... like hunters. And we were friends, more like brothers." Sam said sighing. "And you, um... you were like this werewolf chic who was sent to protect Dean..." Sam said looking at me. I just nodded slowly. Everything he said, sounded crazy cook coo for coco crazy, but I believed him. Sam turned to Dean and Dean stared blankly at him. "I mean what if that's who we really are? I mean you saw us back there working together. The ghost was scrambling people's brains what if it scrambled ours?"
"That's insane." Sam said as Dean walked to his window. "Is it? Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life but its not."
"And the ghost is dead and we're still standing, I'm sorry but-" Dean started to say until Sam cut him off.
"Look all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be!" Sam shouted standing up.
"No, Dean Smith director of sales and marketing. I went to Standford, my fathers name is Bob, my mothers name is Ellen and my sisters name is Joe." Dean said explaining his life.
"When's the last time you talk to them? To any of them?" Sam asked getting mad.
"Ok, your upset, your upset and confused." Dean said standing up too.
"Yeah cos I only moved here because I broke up with my fiancée Madison. But I called her number but I got a damn animal hospital!" Sam shouted.
"OK what are you saying Sam?" I asked standing next to Dean.
"Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on!" Dean said.
"All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut... and I know... I know that deep down, you gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. Your not just some corporate douche bag, this isn't you man. I know you." Sam pleaded.
"Know me? You don't know me pal. You should go." Dean said to Sam and he walked out.
"So your telling me, you don't feel like anything is wrong here?" I said calmly after Sam left.
"No, I don't. I've got a good family, a great job, why would something be wrong?" Dean asked looking at me. He was lying. "What's wrong is Caspar floating around here, and the fact I went along with all this."
"Right." I laughed. "So the feeling Sam was talking about, way deep in the guts. The feeling this is all wrong, never once popped into your tiny pea brain?" I asked getting annoyed.
"No." Dean protested.
"Liar!" I shouted back.
"How do you know? Huh? Do have that feeling? Really?" Dean asked getting in my face.
"Yeah I do idiot! He was right. I will prove it to you some how..." I said glaring into Dean's eyes. We stared into each others eyes for ages, with though I was pissed at him, the feeling of the action felt familiar. I had done this many times.
"Fine!" Dean shouted.
"Fine!" I shouted throwing the ice pack at Dean and walking out the door.
"Fine!" He shouted as I walked out.
I got to work the next morning and was told to see the chief. I wasn't dressed smartly, hell I had on a black t-shirt and jeans. I walked into his desk and he smiled at me.
"Megan, please sit down." The chief said. So I sat down. I had been up all night thinking about what Sam had said, so I wasn't in the mood for anyone to shout at me. I sighed.
"What's this about?" I asked in a soulful tone.
"Detective Colt I hear a man was killed for a faulty lift last night. And that you were interviewing two suspects in the building. Did you notice anything?" The chief asked smiling at me.
"No sir." I replied plainly.
"No strange activities, maybe something you couldn't explain?" The chief asked and I kept a plain face. What's going on here? Why is he asking these questions?
"No sir." I said plainly again.
"Are you sure? I don't want to push you, but are you sure?" The chief asked getting out of his chair and sitting in the one next to me.
"What's this all about sir?" I asked watching him sit down.
"Dean." The chief said plainly.
"Dean? Dean who?" I asked innocently. The chief reached over and tapped my forehead. For a few moments I had no idea where I was. "Zachariah." I said threw grit teeth.
"Megan, good to see you again. Loving the clothes, very rock chic." Zach said smiling at me.
"What did you do here?" I asked growling at the angel.
"This mainly was for Dean, to show him he was born to do this. Born to stop the apocalypse." Zach said laughing a little. "But I also wanted to show you, your destiny."
"I know my job Zachariah. Protect Dean until the apocalypse and die nice and quiet on the side lines." I said plainly shaking my head.
"Well yes, but Protect Dean, don't fall for him again." Zachariah said firmly but with a smile on his face.
"Or what?" I asked leaning forward.
"Or I'll kill you myself." Zach said leaning forwards too. I smiled.
"I'm not scared to die, and not by the hands of you." I said sitting back.
"That might be the case, but let me reassure you Megan, I can make your life much worse than what just happened. I can make it very difficult." Zach said leaning closer to me again.
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