When Sam met Christian

A/N: Thank you to those who have read the last chapter. I feel it pertinent to point out that I'm attempting to portray everybody as accurately as possible. This is difficult, however, when dealing with Fifty Shades, where we were told one thing, but saw another. So, I'm going to try and write Ana Steele and Christian Grey as EL James intended to. Wish me luck, since I don't have much from the source material.

I hope you stick with me to the end. Here's the next instalment…

Chapter 2

Den shoved the EMF reader back into his pocket, and scowled. "No EMF, and no strange cold spots. This place is clean."

Sam glanced at Cas. "Anything?"

Cas shook his head. "There are no signs of demons or angels here, Sam."

Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. The office was large, and a typical CEO office space, and the expected beige. What did stand out was the large glass desk, devoid of any paperwork. This CEO obviously had a good board of directors, which clearly handled a lot of his work. Cas tilted his head. "The occupant of this office is returning."

The brothers rushed to Cas' side, and vanished out of the office space as the door began to open. They reappeared moments later in their motel, and Dean shook his head. "There's nothing living in that office. Whatever it is, that isn't the place to find it."

Sam rolled his shoulders. Something was still off about the whole deal. Call it hunter instincts, but Sam was not satisfied. And he didn't think Dean would be either. His brother slumped down on the edge of the bed. "Sammy, this whole thing stinks."

Cas walked to where the footage was paused on the computer screen. "Maybe you should meet this human, Christian Grey. He might be the source of the trouble."

Dean turned to Cas. "That would explain the lack of activity."

Sam shrugged. "It's an explanation. We can set the meeting up for later in the week."

While Sam made the call to Jessica to arrange a meeting, Dean grabbed a beer. He refused to give one to Cas. The angel had no limit to how much alcohol he could stomach, and Dean wanted to have some beer left, dammit. As Dean took a swig, his gaze lighted upon the newspaper clippings on the far wall. The faces of five women peered back at him, and frowned. "Sammy, do these women look similar?"

Sam slid his phone back into his pocket, and moved up next to his brother. His brow furrowed. "They do, kinda."

Dean took another sip of beer. "Like a serial killer. This thing must have a specific type."

Sam shook his head. "We have a meeting with Grey scheduled for tomorrow afternoon."

Dean scowled. "Do I have to wear a suit?"

Sam shrugged. "Probably. The dude seems like a real corporate shark. Probably expects it."

Dean rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Well, except to mutter under his breath, "Great, more corporate sharks."

Sam hid his grin. Dean wasn't exactly sold on corporate bastards, not since the angels had attempted to use them to start the Apocalypse. So, this meeting with a CEO could be very interesting.

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Dean raised an eyebrow as they entered the elevator. It was just him and Sam, with Cas needed elsewhere. He had promised to return at a later stage. Right now, Dean was quietly mocking the décor. He leant over to his brother. "I thought you were exaggerating. The décor is really this bland?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah, it's this bad all the way through the building."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "Let's just get this over and done with, so I can get out of this monkey suit."

The elevator came to a stop, and the door slid smoothly open, revealing more beige carpet, and an impressive view of Seattle. But neither of those things held the attention of the hunters. What held their attention was the fact that they had almost been bowled over by a fleeing figure. Small, with dark hair and large blue eyes, the woman almost tripped over Dean in her effort to leave the waiting area. Her eyes held real fear, and Dean went for his gun. There must be something here to scare this woman that badly.

The Winchesters were on alert, but there didn't seem to be any threat, if you didn't count the man in the black suit standing in the office doorway, glaring at the elevator doors as they slid shut. Sam nudged his brother, who straightened his suit jacket, returning his gun to his holster. The man was obviously the CEO, and moderately famous businessman Christian Grey. Sam's first thought probably mirrored Dean's; "I thought he'd be taller."

Maybe it was just the Winchesters being vain, but Grey seemed surprised to see the two hunters in his office. He looked away from the elevator, and mimicked Dean's move of straightening his suit. His grey tie mirrored his grey eyes, and Sam fought to keep his expression neutral. The man was like a walking embodiment of his own décor; bland and stark.

Grey looked them over. "You must be the FBI agents. Please come in."

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Grey sat in the largest armchair in his office, casually crossing his left ankle over his right knee. The two agents stared at him, and Grey tried not to shift uncomfortably in his seat. As a man so used to being in his own space, and being in charge of everything, it unnerved him that the disquieting stares of just two agents could make him nervous.

The taller agent – Morrison – picked up the folder he had been holding. "We had some questions, Mr Grey, about the five women who have gone missing in the last three months. All of them had this company listed as their last place of employment."

Grey shrugged. "Coincidence. Lots of people work for my company."

The other agent, William Gibbons, leant forwards. "How many of those people disappear without a trace?"

Grey levelled his gaze on the other man. "Those disappearances have nothing to do with Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc."

Agent Morrison glanced back at the folder. "We were able to confirm each intern met with you at least a week before disappearing. We'd like to know what was discussed."

Grey rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, his chin on his hand. "I'm not sure I can share that information."

Agent Gibbons rested both elbows on his knees, and pulled a slight face. "You're saying you met with them, and they just happened to disappear a week later, with no coincidence? Even though they worked for your company and were productive members of the community up to that point?"

Grey didn't move. These men, they didn't know what they were getting into. Sometimes, it was better not to ask questions. "I think it would be better for you both if you leave now. You've said far too much already."

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Sam stretched, rolling his shoulders to ease the cramping. "This Christian Grey is definitely an odd character."

Dean sat up. He had been lying on his bed, trying to sleep. But Sam had been insistent. He rubbed his eyes. "Sammy, please. It's late. I need some sleep."

Sam scowled. "Dean, this is pretty important. This Grey guy, there's something not right about him."

The older Winchester muttered under his breath, but pushed to his feet and came to lean over his younger brother's shoulder. In the many windows Sam had opened, there was an image search of Christian Grey. Dean scanned the pictures. "What's wrong? No black smoke, balls of light, strange images. What are you showing me? This dude is perfectly normal."

Sam smiled. "Good looking rich guy like him, and not a single woman?"

Dean looked again, and frowned at the screen. "Son of a bitch. You're right."

A rush of static startled them both, and they turned to look at Cas. The angel looked back at them. "Hello, Dean, Sam."

Dean straightened. They hadn't expected Castiel back so soon. "Anything you need?"

Cas shook his head. "I have information about your latest case."

Sam stood up. "Breaking and entering, Castiel?"

Cas didn't react to the subtle jibe. "I managed to access the residence of this Christian Grey. And I think you need to see this."

Dean picked up his jacket. Sam grabbed his phone, and a large duffel bag that had been sitting at the foot of the bed. They didn't know what they were dealing with, so it was best to be prepared. The brothers looked at each other, and then at Cas. Cas nodded once, and the room vanished from around them.

Less than a second later, they were standing on a flat rooftop, next to a helipad.

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Grey stood at his window, hands in pockets, glaring off into the night. That girl, Anastasia Steele, was supposed to be here half an hour ago, but she was late. It must be that damn car she was driving. That death-trap was not safe for her. Grey needed to replace her car with something safer and far better suited to her future position in his life.

Jason Taylor, his bodyguard, stood next to the front door, not saying anything. Taylor wasn't known to be a talker, which Grey preferred. He had no inclination to get to know any employees beyond a professional setting. Taylor knew more than most, but that was a hazard of what Grey did in his spare time. He honestly didn't care what Taylor got up to, as long as the man was on time for work.

The phone rang, and Grey answered it. "She's here? Send her up."

Taylor opened the door, and vanished, leaving Grey alone with his thoughts. As he stood waiting for Ana and Taylor to arrive, Grey thought about the odd meeting he had been in earlier that day. The FBI agents didn't seem like the usual stuffy law enforcement he had met with before.

The shorter one had a haunted look in his eyes, like he had seen some serious shit; shit that gave you nightmares for the rest of your life. The taller one looked like a soldier, and reminded grey of the way Taylor would examine a room in a heartbeat for threats. He was almost overly attentive to his surroundings, a hair away from going postal. That must have been what unsettled him about them.

The agents had unnerved Grey, and he didn't like feeling off kilter. He just couldn't put his finger on why the two men had left him feeling intimidated, not when he was obviously superior to them. He certainly wasn't unnerved because they had so effortlessly made him feel inferior. That would imply he wasn't superior, and he definitely was-

That train of thought was quickly lost when that same static charge rushed through him. Great, he rubbed his face. Now he was hallucinating at home too.

Maybe he needed a good sleep. He would have one once he was done with Ana and her tardy ways. She needed to learn her lesson about defying him. Especially if she wanted to have a place in his life.

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Dean took in the surrounds. Tall buildings and apartments as far as they could see. They were clearly in a city, on top of a high end apartment building. Sam moved towards the doorway that allowed access to the roof, and gently pushed it open. The stairwell was dark and empty, and the hunters moved through it with guns drawn. They definitely weren't taking chances.

Cas followed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were supposed to be sneaking. Sometimes the angel was terrible to sneak into places with. He had no concept of personal space, and his internal filter was nonexistent. This wasn't usually a problem, except to make life interesting. Dean grabbed Cas, pulling him to the edge of the stairwell.

Cas nodded, and they continued down do the next level. Dean made a complaint under his breath. "How much beige can one person take?"

Sam rolled his eyes, and the three of them continued down the hallway. The door ahead of them was shut, but they could hear loud voices on the other side of it. They sidled up to the door, and pressed themselves to the wall outside.

"Explain why you are late, Ana." That was Grey.

"I was having dinner with Kate. I can't be at your beck and call, Christian." A defiant female voice made Sam raise his eyebrows.

A hard slapping sound and a feminine cry of pain had Dean clenching his fists. "You will address me as Sir, or Mr Grey. Understood?"

The Winchesters didn't bother waiting for the reply. Sam stepped back, and delivered a solid kick to the door lock. The front door buckled, and then flung violently inwards.

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