Third Person POV

Dean Smith, assistant director of the OSC cooperation placed the file down on his desk and looked up at the newest candidate for the title of his personal assistant.

There was something about her that he liked. Whether it was the determination in her eyes or the way she carried herself something made him click with her. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

He placed the application on the desk and looked up into her eyes. "Congratulations. I think you will make a wonderful addition to our team Miss Elsa Jefferson.

Elsa walked down the long hallway to get her new boss a protean shake. One minute she's listening to the sound of the Winchesters arguing and then the next minute she's in this stupid stuffy outfit.

What the hell? Someone is definitely behind this. The question is who?

And here's another thing, Dean wanted a protean shake. A protean shake? really? The Dean Elsa knew would never even look at a protean shake never mind drink one. What the hell is going on?!

Elsa is interrupted out of her thoughts when someone walks into her and nocks the glasses off her face. She looked at the man and started to say "What the hell?! Watch where your go…" when she recognizes his face. The man who bumped into her was none other then Sam Winchester, well at least she thought.

Sam looked confused for a moment. Almost like he was trying to place where he knew her when I realizes that he is staring. He then scrambles around and picks up her glasses.

A look of relief comes to Elsa. "Oh my god thank god its you Sam. I swear the day I'm having…" Sam then interrupts her.

"Um I'm sorry but do I know you?" Elsa was confused for a second and looked to the ground. Thats when she saw it.

Right in the middle of his shirt was a name tag that said SAM WESSON. Oh great. Smith and Wesson. Well and least I know that whoever did this has a sense of humor. A sick one but still.

Elsa recovered fast. "Oh I'm sorry I thought you were somebody else. I have a friend named Sam."

Sam looked at Elsa and said "Its ok. Ive never seen you before. Are you new?" Elsa smiled and held out her hand. "Yes. My name is Elsa Jefferson. I'm the new personal assistant for Mr. Smith.

Sam smiled. "Nice to meet you Elsa my names Sam Wesson well you already know that and I'm work 4 floors below in tech support."

When Sam tried to grab Elsa's hand Sam felt a stabbing pain run through him. He smelled something burning and an intense sadness overcame him. Then the image changed and he saw his boss Dean Smith and him sitting on a old black car drinking beer. Then the image changed again and Sam saw nothing but blood and a familiar but sickening feeling came over him. It was all he could think about.

Blood.

Blood.

BLOOD.

Then suddenly everything faded and he awoke to a bunch of people looking down at him. Elsa was beside him in a second asking if he was ok. Sam brushed it off and said he was fine and walked away.

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2 hours later and Sam couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the office. What the hell was that? And what's up with that girl earlier? Something about her rubbed him the wrong way. Like she was imposing on something. But what?

Sam walked out of his cubicle and pushed the button for the elevator. Why was his Boss in his dream also? He always felt a tinge of familiarity every time his stood close to him or even looked at him.

The doors opened and Sam noticed that Mr. Smith and Elsa were in the elevator. This was his chance. Maybe Mr. Smith was having these kind of dreams to.

Elsa notices Sam and gives him a small smile. Sam walks into the elevator and smiles back.

"Can I ask you a question?" Dean thought Sam was smiling at him and says "Look man I told you I'm not into the uh.." Wait. Did he think I was flirting with him?

"Oh dude come one, I'm not ether. I just want to ask you one question."

Dean looks around but realizes that there is no escape and sighs.

"Sure."

"What do you think about ghosts?"

Elsa let out a small laugh and both Dean and Sam looked at her. "Sorry. Its an inside joke."

Dean ignored her and looked at Sam like he had 5 heads. "Ghosts?"

"Yeah, Do you believe in them?"

Dean laughs. Is this kid serious? "Uh, Tell you the truth I've never given it much ?"

Sam steps closer to Dean. "Because Iv'e been having some weird dreams lately. You know what I mean?

Dean tries to take a step back but his back hits the wall. "No. Not really."

Sam pushes further. " So you've never had any weird dreams?"

Dean puts his hands up and steps closer to Sam. "All right,look,man, I don't know you ok? But I'm going to do a public service and uh let you know that-that you overshare."

Just then the elevator dings and Dean storm out. Elsa looks at Sam and gives him a apologetic look and follows him down the hall.

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Dean and Elsa POV

Elsa was showing Dean a memo from a client when they heard knocking at the door.

Elsa turned to leave but Dean said "You can stay Miss Jefferson. It will only take a minute."

The door opened and a tall skinny man with brown long hair walked in. He looked nervous.

"Hi. Ian is it? Yeah, come on in. Yesterday you filled out a 445-T and no problem, just a few errors when we did your switch over to I'm sure your used to filling out those dash-R's am I right?"

Ian's face fell. "Oh no."

Dean smiled. "No no no no. Its fine. I just need you to do one today so I can get on the road with the invoicing."

Elsa tries to hand Ian a piece of paper but Ian refuses to take it. "Oh my god. I can't believe I did this." Thats when Dean and Elsa notice something is wrong.

Dean tries to reassure him but Ian kept mumbling things like Im sorry. Im awful. I don't deserve to live.

Then suddenly Ian runs out of the room.

Elsa and Dean look at each other and then run after Ian. They walk up to the boys bathroom and start to go on when Dean puts a hand in front of Elsa.

"Woah woah. This is the boys bathroom. I can handle this." Elsa tries to protest but Dean enters alone.

A few minutes later Elsa heard shouts from inside the bathroom. She rushes in and finds Dean on the floor with a very bloody and dead Ian with a pencil in his head.

Elsa looks at Dean and then at the mirror in front of her. There she sees the face of an old man inside the mirror. Elsa blinked and suddenly the man was gone.

Oh great she thought.

Now we have a ghost to deal with.