It's a Terrible Life

A printer whirs and spits out a paper, A fax machine whirs and sucks in papers an automatic pencil sharpener whirs a phone rings Sam presses a button on the phone and talks into a headset "Tech support, this is Sam Wesson. Okay. Uh, well, did you try turning it off and then on?" He pokes at a vampire bobblehead "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? Great. Anytime." Sam takes off the headset and presses a button on the phone a man at a cubicle behind Sam, the only one in the room who is not wearing the yellow uniform shirt, rolls his chair over to Sam and says "Hey." Sam says "Yo." Man asks "What do you think of Mimi?" Sam looks over and shrugs "She's okay." Man says "Might have to hit that." Sam says "Oh, dude, that's totally age-inappropriate." Man says "Experience." Sam says "Trifocals." Man says "There's a MILF there, Sam. I just know it. Maybe a GMILF." Sam says to the Man "Come on." Man says "Coffee break?" Sam says "Yeah, for sure." They both get up and they pass another Man at his cubicle "Paul, Time for a refuel, buddy." Paul says "Sorry, no time." Man says "Since when? Dude, we get paid by the hour." Paul just says "Working."

Man says "Okay." Sam says "He seems stressed." Man says "Freaked because he got busted surfing porn on the Internet." Sam says "No, no, no way. When?" Man says "Got sent up to HR yesterday. Guess they put the fear of God in him." In the breakroom Daytime, The microwave dings and someone takes out a bag of popcorn and leaves. Sam heads for the coffeepot. The Man goes to a supply cabinet and starts pocketing packets of pencils "Ian Dude." Ian says "Just doing a little shopping. Running low at home." Sam hands Ian a cup of coffee "So, Sam, had any of those dreams lately?" Sam turns away "What? Don't be like that. Come on. It's the highlight of my day." Sam says "I never should have told you in the first place." Ian says "They're genius, Don't hold out on me, dude. Share with the class."

Sam says "You're just gonna be a dick about it." Ian says "What? No way. I won't say a word. Total respect. Go." Sam says "I dreamt that saved a Grim Reaper named Tessa from Demons." Ian bursts out laughing. Sam looks away and sighs "Classic! 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. I mean, thank God we got Harry Potter here to save us all from the apocalypse." Sam says "Dick." Ian says "Wizard." Cubicle Farm, Daytime, A printer whirs and spits out a paper, A fax machine whirs and sucks in papers An automatic pencil sharpener whirs and Sam is back in his cubicle, filling out a form on a clipboard. He yawns and props his head on his hand, closing his eyes.

In the Elevator, Sam enters the elevator Dean and Sarah and a few others are there. Sam tries not to stare at Dean and Sarah, while the elevator whirs. Ding: everyone but Sam, Sarah and Dean gets out. The elevator closes and Sam asks "Can I ask you a question?" Dean says "Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh—" Sam says "Oh dude, come on, I'm not either. I just wanna ask you one question." Dean looks around; there's no escape "Sure." Sam asks "What do you both think about ghosts?" Sarah says "Ghosts?" Sam asks "Do you believe in them?" Dean and Sarah laughs, Dean says "Uh, tell you the truth, I've never given it much thought." Sam says "Vampires?" Dean says "What? Why?" Sam says "Because I've been having some weird dreams lately. You know what I mean?" Sarah says "No. Not really." Sam asks "So neither of you've never had any...weird dreams?" Dean says "All right, look, man, we don't know you, okay? But I'm gonna do a public service and, uh, let you know that—that you overshare."Dean presses a floor button and the elevator dings Sarah and Dean leaves the elevator.

Cubicle Farm Daytime, A printer whirs and spits out a paper, A fax machine whirs and sucks in papers. An automatic pencil sharpener whirs and Sam is again in his cubicle addressing his headset "Did you turn it off, then on?" Sam is drawing vampires on a pad of paper "All right, well, let's try that. No, no, it's fine, I'll wait." Sam pulls up a search engine on his computer, looks both ways, and types in 'vampires'. He clicks to image search and glances over the pictures of Dracula wannabes "Is it printing now? Oh, that's great. Anytime." Ian asks "Whatcha doing?" Sam says " minimizes the search engine and hides the sketches, then turns to Ian , shaking his head and Ian is still the only one not wearing the yellow shirt "Nothing." Ian says "You get an email from Human Resources?" Sam says "No. Why?" Ian says "Damn it. Guess it's just me, then. I'm supposed to, quote, report to HR, unquote." Sam says "They're probably finally busting you for snaking all those office supplies."

Ian says "I hope they spank me." Ian laughs, shoves his chair back to his cubicle, and leaves Sam returns to his search engine Paul says "No no no no no no. Come on. Don't do this to me. Please." Sam minimizes the window, takes off his headset, and stands up to lean over Paul's cubicle, Sam asks "Hey, man, you okay?" Paul says "It froze." Sam says "They're crap, Paul they freeze all the time." Paul says "You don't understand. When I, when I rebooted, everything was gone. A whole day's work deleted." Sam asks "Well, did you back up?" Paul says "No, I didn't back up. I wish to God I backed up but I didn't. I'll get it back. I'll find it. It's somewhere. I'll find it." Sam says "Paul, it's okay, man. These things happen." Cubicle Farm nighttime, The room is dark and empty except for Paul's Cubicle, "Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Please. Please." The screen displays "ERROR: No Files Found" "All that work. Gone. Failed." Paul's breath breath is briefly visible. Paul gets up and walks to the break room. He breaks the tines off two plastic forks, opens the microwave, sticks the forks in where the door latches, enters 10:00 on the timer, sticks his head in, and presses start. Smoke and screams.

Cubicle Farm day, People in coroner outfits roll a body bag past. Sam watches and sighs, Sarah, Dean and several other people, some in suits and some in the yellow shirts, also watch. Sam, Sarah and Dean notice each other. Dean addresses Sarah and says "Something about this seem not right to you?" Sarah says "eah, try the whole thing. I'm telling you, man, I'll never eat popcorn again." Dean says "Yeah right." Dean's Office, Dean and Sarah is at his computer, accessing the Sandover personnel file for Paul Dunbar. It says his retirement party was supposed to be in two weeks and Sarah says "Two weeks?" Cubicle Farm Daytime, Sam olls his chair over to Ian's cubicle, Ian is wearing the yellow shirt for the first time and working busily "Hey. Why would someone kill themselves two weeks before they were supposed to retire? I mean, Paul was two weeks from freedom. He should have been happy, right?" Ian says "I don't have time for this, Sam." Sam laughs "That's very funny." Sam notices Ian's shirt and attitude and asks "What's with you?" Ian says "I'm working. It's important." Sam says "HR bust your balls or something? You're wearing the shirt. Did you shave?" A phone rings, Ian says "Tech support, this is Ian. Be right up. Gotta go up to twenty-two, speak to a manager." Ian takes off the headset and leaves.

Inside Dean's Office, Sarah has already left and Ian knocks at the open door. Dean looks up from his computer and says "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 Vista. So I'm sure you're used to filling out the dash-R's, am I right?" Ian says "Oh, no." Dean says "No no no. It's fine. It's fine. I just need you to redo one today so I can get the show on the road with the invoicing." Dean pushes a paper over the desk and smiles and Ian looks at it, terrified "Oh my god." Dean says "No, it's fine. Just refile it and we're square." Ian says "I can't believe I did this." Dean begins to notice something's wrong "I can't believe I—I can't believe I did this." Dean says "Hey, guy, come on." Ian says "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? I failed Sandover. I failed the company." Dean asks "All right, why don't you sit down, Ian?" Ian says "No." Ian runs out of the room.

Sarah sees this and follows Dean and Ian but wait outside of the Men's bathroom whilst Dean goes inside with Ian "Ian, hey. Just chill out, man. Okay?" Ian is staring into a mirror. Dean's breath is briefly visible. All the faucets come on even though Ian and Dean are the only ones in the room; all the soap dispensers, too "Ian, hey, maybe we should get out of here, huh? Come on. Ian. Look at me." Ian turns towards Dean and pulls a pencil out of his pocket. Ian stares at Dean for a moment, then stabs himself in the neck. Dean stares at the spout of blood and rushes forward as Ian collapses and Dean looks up and sees an Old Man in the mirror, then turns around and no one's there and Ian goes still. Dean says "Somebody help me!"

In the Corridor Daytime, Dean says "No, I, I followed him into the bathroom." Sarah right beside him, The coroner people roll a body bag past, again with an audience Dean is talking to a police officer Sarah by his side, "He was, uh—he was standing there in front of the mirror, and then—" Dean and Sarah sees Sam and Dean stops talking, Officer says "Continue, Sir." Dean continues "And he stabbed himself in the neck. I'm sorry, that's, um..." Cubicle Daytime, A printer whirs and spits out a paper. A fax machine whirs and sucks in papers, An automatic pencil sharpener whirs a phone rings and Sam answers the phone "Tech support, this is Sam." Dean says "Me and Sarah need to see you in my office. Now." Sam hangs up.

Inside Dean's Office, Dean buttons up a fresh shirt and he looks up at a knock "Come on in and Shut the door." Sam closes the door behind himself "Who the hell are you?" Sam says "I'm not sure I know." Sarah asks "What the hell does that mean?" Sam says "Sam Wesson, I started here three weeks ago." Dean says "All right. You cornered us in the elevator talking about ghosts. And now..." Sam says "Now what?" A pause "Now nothing. I, uh...so you started working here three weeks ago, huh?" Sam nods, Dean says "Yeah, us too." Dean unscrews the top of a bottle "It's the Master Cleanse. You tried it? Phenomenal. Detoxes you like nobody's business." Dean drinks, Sam says "When you were in that bathroom with Ian, did you see something?" Dean says "I don't know. I don't know what I saw." Sam says "Wait. Are you saying that—did you see a ghost?" Dean says "I was freaking out. The guy penciled his damn neck." Sarah says "You did, didn't you? Okay, listen. What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?" Dean says "So, what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you're telling me?" The three of them sit down in unison and Sam says "I know it sounds crazy. But yes. That's what I'm telling you both."

Dean says "Uh-huh. Based on what?" Sam looks for an answer, "Instinct" Dean looks down, shaking his head, then back up and says "We've got the same instinct." Sam says "Seriously? You know those dreams I was telling you two about? I was dreaming about ghosts." Sarah says "Yeah." Sam says "And then it turns out that there's a real ghost." Sarah says "So you're telling us that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?" Sam says "No. I mean, that would be nuts. I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So I've been digging around a little." Sam pulls papers out of his bag "I think I found a connection between the two guys." Sam passes over the papers Sarah and Dean looks at them and Dean says "You broke into their email accounts?" Sam says "I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity." Sarah says "Nice."

Sam says "Yeah. Okay. So it turns out Ian and Paul both got this same email telling them to report to HR, room fourteen forty-four." Dean says "HR's on seven." Sam says "Exactly." Sarah says "Should we go check this out?" Sam says "Like right now?" Dean says "No. No, it's getting late. You're right." Sam says "I am dying to check this out right now." Sarah and Dean "Right?" Inside the Corridor nighttime, A man in tech support yellow comes through, looking around. He finds door number 1444 and goes inside. It's a storeroom "Hello? Hello?" The door slams shut behind the Man he rattles the doorknob; it's locked. He looks around, seeing no indication of anyone else. All the monitors abruptly come on, showing only static. His breath is briefly visible, everything rattles.

Sam, Sarah and Dean are coming down the corridor when they hear the Man yelling and hurry to room 1444. It's still locked, Sam kicks the door open both Dean and Sarah says "Woah." A shelf has fallen on the Man both Dean and Sam hurry over to lift it off him. The Old Man from the bathroom appears behind Sarah and flings her into the wall, then he goes for Sam and Dean shoving them against the wall and Sarah gets up and swings at the Old Man with a wrench. The Old man dissipates before he can touch the Man The monitors shut off and everything stops shaking. Dean and Sam lift the shelves so the Man can scoot out from underneath and Sam asks "How'd you know how to do that?" Sarah says "I have no idea."

Inside Dean's and Sarah's apartment, Dean drinks his Master Cleanse "Holy crap, dude." Sam says "Yeah. I could use a beer." The room is now visible; it's all as upper-class expensive-looking as Dean's business suits and Prius Dean says "Oh, sorry, man. we're on the Cleanse I got rid of all the carbs in the house." Sam asks "Hey. How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?" Sarah hands Sam a bottle of water, Dean says "Crazy, right? And nice job kicking that door too. That was very Jet Li. What are you, like a black belt or something?" Sam says "No. I have no clue how I did that. It's like...we've done this before." Sarah asks "What do you mean, before? Like Shirley MacLaine before?" Sam says "No. I—I just can't shake this feeling like I—like I don't belong here. You know? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle." Dean says "I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way."

Sam says "No. Well, look, it's more than that. 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. There's just something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different. What about you? You ever feel that way?" Dean says "I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us, though." Sam says "All right, so, what do we do now?" Dean says "We do what I do best, Sammy. Research." Sam says "Okay. Did you just call me Sammy?" Dean says "Did I?" Sam says "I think you did. Yeah. Don't." Dean says "Sorry." Sarah sits at one laptop at a corner desk, Sam sits at a laptop and so does Dean.

Dean says "Oh, jackpot." Sarah asks "What you got?" Dean says "I just found the best site ever. Real, actual ghost hunters." Sam and Sarah goes over to him, "These guys are genius. Check it out." Sam says "Instructional videos." Dean is looking at the Ghostfacers website. He pulls up a video. Ed and Harry of the Ghostfacers are wearing white lab coats and Ed says "We know why you're watching." Harry says "You've got a problem." Ed says "A ghost problem." Harry says "A ghost-related problem. A ghost—it's like a ghost-adjacent pr—it's like a problem that's—and the ghost is—" Ed says "Whatever. You've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it." Harry says "Period." Ed says "Watch and learn." Harry says "See, the first step in any supernatural fight:" Ed and Harry says "Figure out what you're up against."

Dean and Sarah looks at Sam, On Sam's laptop is an article about the death of Sandover's founder; it has a picture and Dean says "That's him. That's the ghost." Sarah says "P. T. Sandover. Died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids."The article text visible next to the picture reads "Office 1444 was considered to be the center of the company's operations, with Sandover himself overseeing all details of any construction project the company undertook. / Considered to be a difficult person to work for, P.T. Sandover had an exceptionally high standard of quality, often marching onto construction sites and halting all work until he personally inspected each aspect of the structure. Aiming for perfection is perhaps why the Sandover legacy is so impressive, dominating the industry with the scale and scope of its projects." Sam says "Used to say he was the company, and his very blood pumped through the building." Sarah says "Wow, okay. So slight workaholic. Maybe he's still here, you know, watching over the company, even killing for it."

Sam says "Plus, turns out this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building. 1929." Dean says "Yeah, but lots of guys jumped off lots of high rises that year." Sam says "How many companies had seventeen suicides?" Dean says "Phew. Okay, so P. T. Sandover, protector of the company. His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress." Sarah says "Well, I mean, the worst time we've seen since the Great Depression—" Dean says "Is now. Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it." Sam says "So Sandover's helping the bottom line—" Dean says "By zapping some model employees." Sam says "Yeah. I mean, Ian and Paul. It was like he turned them into different people."

Dean says "Perfect worker bees, exactly. So devoted to the company that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it." Sam says "One more interesting fact. The building wasn't always that high. Used to be fourteen floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, fourteen forty-four? Once upon a time, that was the old man's office." Dean, Sam and Sarah return to watching the Ghostfacers video and Harry says "Once you've got that thing in your sights—" They both say "You kill it." Harry says "Using special ghost-hunting weapons." Ed says "First, salt. It's like acid to ghosts." Harry says "Burny acid." Ed says "Not LSD." Harry says "No. It's a bad trip for ghosts. Next up, iron." Sam says "That's why the wrench worked." Ed says "Pure power in your hand." Harry says "Dissipates ghosts instantly." Ed says "Next little trick. We learned this from those useless douchebags—" Harry adds "That we hate." Ed says "The Winchesters." Harry says "Gun."

Ed says "Shotgun shell. Pack it up with fresh rock salt." Harry says "Very effective." Ed says "Very effective." Harry says "Winchesters still suck ass, though." Ed says "Affirmative. Suckage major." Dean packs three pokers in a duffel bag that contains a salt shaker and unidentifiable items, Dean asks "Where do we even get a gun?" Sam says "Gun Store?" Sarah says "Isn't there like some kind of waiting period or something?" Sam says "I think so." Dean says "Well, how in the hell—" Sam says "I don't know. Seems pretty impossible, honestly." Dean says "Right." Back to the video and Ed says "The aforementioned super-annoying Winchester douchenozzles also taught us this one other thing. You have to burn the remains." Harry says "Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to dig up the body. Sorry." Ed says "It's illegal in some states." Harry says "All states." Ed says "Possibly all states."

Sam says "Sandover was cremated." Dean asks "What? So what do we do now?" Harry says "Now, if the deceased has been cremated—" Ed says "Don't panic." Harry says "Don't panic." Ed says "Just gotta look for some other remains." Harry says "A hair in a locket, maybe. Fingernails. Baby teeth." Ed says "Milk Teeth." Harry says "Genetic material. You know what we're talking about." Ed says "Go find it." Harry says "Fight well, young lions." Ed says "Godspeed."

Elevator nighttime, Sarah, Sam and Dean enter the elevator and Dean says "Set your cell phones to walkie-talkie in case we get separated." Sam asks "How the hell are we gonna find some ancient speck of DNA in a skyscraper?" Sarah says "Well, that creepy storeroom used to be Sandover's office, right?" Dean presses button 14 Storeroom nighttime, The three of them look through the things stored in 1444. Dean and Sarah goes behind some shelves while Sam rifles through the desk easily visible from the door a guard says "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam startles, Both Sarah and Dean ducks out of sight "Nothing. I just—" Guard says "Come with me." The Guard grabs Sam's arm, and shuts the door behind them Sam says "Man, listen. Look. It's okay. I—I work here." Guard says "Whatever. Tell it to the cops." The Guard takes Sam down the corridor and into the elevator, which descends several floors. The current-weather screen inside the elevator goes to static, and both men's breath is briefly visible. The elevator screeches to a halt and the guard uses his elevator key to open the inner doors, then pries open the outer doors; they're stuck between two floors "Well, come on."

Something makes an ominous sound and Sam says "What?" The Guard says "Last time this happened, it took them two hours to get here." Sam says "Let's just wait." The Guard crawls out, nearly kicking Sam in the face, Back in the storeroom Dean and Sarah continues to search through drawers and Dean finds a framed picture of a Sandover bridge. In the elevator, The Guard is out of the elevator and turns back for Sam "Seriously, I'll wait." The Guard leans back into the elevator "Look, I don't have the rest of my life." The Elevator jerks downward abruptly, decapitating the Guard, Sam's face and shirt are covered in blood spray.

Dean over the phone says "Hey. You okay?" Sam slowly reaches for the phone "Call you back."

Cubicle Farm Nighttime, Sam walks between the cubicles, talking into his phone. He's cleaning the blood off his face with a towel "Dean, you there?" Dean says "Yeah, listen, I think I got it. Meet me and Sarah on twenty-two." Sam says "Okay, yeah. Just, uh, take the stairs." Lobby nighttime, Dean and Sarah is looking at the Sandover history display when Sam comes in "Whoa. That's a lot of blood." Sam says "Yeah, I know." Sarah says "Right. So, uh, in there." Dean points to a glass case containing a pair of gloves and Sam says "P. T. Sandover's gloves." Dean says "Yeah, how much you wanna bet there's a little smidge of DNA in there? You know, like a fingernail clipping or a hair or two? Something." Sam asks "You both ready?" Dean says "We have no Idea."

Sam says "Me either." Sarah, Sam and Dean both take a poker and Sam takes a container of salt "Go for it." Dean says "Right." Dean smashes the glass. Sarah's breath is briefly visible. Sandover appears behind Dean and flings him into the wall, then Sam and Sarah, His hands spark as he approaches Sam , who grabs the salt and flings some through him. Sandover, dissipates. Dean gets up "Oh. Nice." Sandover appears behind Dean, Sarah and Sam says "Dean." Sarah throws Dean the poker, Dean turns turns and swings it through Sandover , who dissipates again Sam says "Nice catch."

Dean says "Right?" Sam gets up and goes over to pick up the other poker. Sandover appears between Sam and Dean , who simultaneously hit him with pokers; he dissipates. He appears behind Dean who turns around to get him, then behind Sarah who does the same, then between them, and throws first Sam, then Dean and then Sarah into opposite walls. His hands spark and he reaches for Dean, Sam sees the gloves and grabs them and his lighter. The gloves catch fire and so does Sandover, who burns into nothing. Sam drops the burning glove "That was amazing." Sarah and Dean agrees with Sam and says "Right? Right?"

In Dean's Office Nighttime, Dean pulls a first-aid kit out of his desk "Man, I gotta tell you, I've never had so much fun in my life." Sam says "Me either." Sarah says "Same." Dean says "Was a hell of a workout too, wasn't it?" Sam says "We should keep doing this." Sarah says "I know." Dean looks through the kit and comes out with three gauze pads, He gives one to Sam and one to Sarah. Sam says "I mean it. There gotta be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people." Dean says "Right, we'd be like the Ghostfacers." Sarah says "No, really. I think he means, for real." Dean says "What? Like, quit our jobs and hit the road?" Sam says "Exactly." Dean asks "How would we live?" Sam says "Uh..." Dean says "You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by? With stolen credit cards? Huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel room every night?"

Sam says "That's all just details." Dean says "Details are everything. You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance." Sam says "All right. Um. Confession." Dean says "What?" Sam says "Remember those dreams I told you two about with the ghosts?" Sarah says "Yeah?" Sam says "I was fighting them." Dean says "Okay." Sam says "With you two, We were these, like, hunters, and we were friends. More like brothers, really. 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?" Sarah says "That's insane." Sam says "Is it? Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life, but it's not?" Dean says "Hey, man, the ghost is dead and we're still standing. I mean, I'm sorry, but—" Sam says "Look, all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be."

Dean says "No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo and this is my fiancee who's carrying my baby I'm going to be a father." Sam says "When was the last time you talked to them? To any of them? Apart from Sarah of course." Dean says "Okay, you're upset. You're upset, you're confused ----." Sam says "Yeah, 'cause I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancée, Madison. But I called her number and I got a damn animal hospital." Dean says "Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on." Sam says "All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know—I know that deep down, you two gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag. This isn't either of you. I know you both."Dean says "Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go." Sam leaves.

A printer whirs and spits out a paper. A fax machine whirs and sucks in papers. An automatic pencil sharpener whirs. Sam is in his cubicle filling out a form on a clipboard. The phone rings and Sam stares at it. He takes off his headset, picks up the poker he brought with him, gets up, and beats the phone to death. Everyone stares and he says "I quit."

Inside Dean's Office, Dean is typing at his computer and Sarah is on her laptop tying as well and Adler knocks at the door "You two Got a minute?" Dean says "Sure, of course." Adler comes in and shuts the door "How are you feeling, Dean Sarah?" Dean says "Uh, great." Adler looks to Sarah and says "So you both excited about being parents?" Sarah says "Yeah i am so excited but nervous at the same time not gonna lie." Alder looks to Dean and says "You look a little tired. Been working hard, I gather." Dean says "Yeah." Adler says "Ah, don't be modest. I hear everything and I'm pleased with what I'm hearing."

Alder sits down in front of Dean's desk, "That's why it's important to me that you're happy." Alder pulls out a pen, grabs a piece of notepaper, and writes down a five-digit number "How's that for a bonus?" They both look at the piece of paper and Dean says "That's very generous." Alder says "Purely selfish. Wanna make sure you're not going anywhere." Dean says "Wow. Are you sure?" Alder says "Positive. You are Sandover material, son. Real go-getter. Carving your own way." Dean says "Well, thanks. I try." Alder says "I see big things in your future. Maybe even senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong, you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your desk, but in eight to ten short years, that could be you." Dean takes of his headset "Uh, well, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's, um...but..." Dean passes the paper back "We're giving our notice."Alder says "This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?"

Dean says "No, we've I recently—uh, very recently realized that I have some other work I have to do. It's, uh, very important to me." Alder says "Other work? Another company?" Sarah says "No, I—it's hard to explain. Um. It's just that this—this is—it's just—it's not who I'm supposed to be." Alder grins "What?" Alder says "Dean, Dean, Dean. Finally and Sarah." Adler stands up and presses two fingers to Dean's and Sarah's forehead, Everything goes from saturated color to dim. Dean and Sarah looks around at the office and himself "What the hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry." Alder laughs sarah is incomplete shock and Alder says "Welcome back." Both Sarah and Dean stands up, Dean says "Wait. Did I—did I just get touched by—you're an angel, aren't you?" Alder says "I'm Zachariah." Dean says "Oh, great. That's all I need is another one of you guys." Zachariah says "I'm hardly another one, Dean. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things."

Zachariah indicates his body "But after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row." Dean says "I am not one of your ducks." Zachariah says "Starting with your attitude." Dean says "Oh, so, what? This was all some sort of a lesson? Is that what you're telling me? Wow. Very creative." Zachariah says "You should see my decoupage." Dean says "Gross. No thank you. So, what? I'm just hallucinating all this? Is that it?" Zachariah says "Not at all. Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories." Sarah says "Just to shake things up? Hm? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in monkey suits?" Zachariah says "To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell, but because it is what you are. And you love it. You'll find your way to it in the dark every single time and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it." Dean says "Stop what? The apocalypse, huh? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man." Zachariah says "You'll do everything you're destined to do. All of it. But I know, I know. You're not strong enough. You're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it. Right?" Dean says "Angel or not, I will stab you in your face." Zachariah says "All I'm saying is it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things." Dean turns away "Save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse. It's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around. There are plenty of fates worse than yours. So are you with me? You wanna go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?"