Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

It's A Terrible Life

3rd Person P.O.V
An alarm clock flips from 5:59 to 6:00 and starts beeping, until a hand shuts it off. Dean, in a business suit and slicked down hair and made himself a coffee cup, like he was just some random everyday Joe.

Dean crosses the street to a silver Toyota Prius. Inside the car he started the engine and rock music blares out of the radio. Dean looks at it, confused, and changes the station. "NPR Morning Edition. It's time for this waste and..." Dean drives off in the Prius, heading to work at a skyscraper

Dean gets out of the elevator and crosses the lobby. There's a Sandover Bridge & Iron history display along one wall. Dean enters an office labeled 'DEAN SMITH—Director, Sales & Marketing'.

Later Dean is typing at a computer as he laughs into a phone headset. "All I wanna know is when are they gonna have another show like Project Runway? Man."

Later, Dean flips his tie over his shoulder and eats a salad. Even more later, Dean was standing and speaking into the headset. "Net profitability aside, it's the client-retention rate that concerns me vis-à-vis maximizing return on sales. Buzz me back once you've seen the spreadsheets."

Another man enters the office. "Mr. Adler." Dean greeted him. "Dean." Alder said, and slaps Dean on the shoulder. "Good stuff." He exclaimed. "Good stuff?" Dean asked, grinning. "Big things. Good stuff." Alder said. "Good stuff." Dean repeated.

Later once again, Dean was sitting at his desk playing with something and speaking into the headset. "Oh I hear you. No, I haven't been to the gym in ages. Carrying a little bloat around myself. It's a sedentary lifestyle, my man, no two ways. ...All right, tell me one more time. You said lemon and.... what was it? Cayenne and maple syrup, are you serious? How much did you lose?"

Dean puts some files in a case and leaves the office. He checks his phone as the elevator dings. Dean enters, focused on his phone. He looks over at the other occupant of the elevator, who is staring at him. It's Sam, who's wearing a short-sleeved shirt that says 'Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Tech Support'.

"Do I know you?" Sam asked him, and Dean looks up, confused. "I don't think so." He replied. Sam looks away then stares at him again for a seconds. "I'm sorry, man, you just look really familiar." He said. "Save it for the health club, pal." Dean said. The elevator dings again and Dean gets out, with Sam staring after him.

A phone rings and 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 asked, poking at a vampire bobblehead with a pencil.

"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 said, and he takes off the headset, pressing a button on the phone. A man named Ian, who was sitting at a cubicle behind Sam, and the only one in the room who is not wearing the yellow uniform shirt, rolls his chair over to Sam.

"Hey." He said. "Yo." Sam said, turning in his chair to look at him. "What do you think of Mimi?" Ian asked. Sam looks over and shrugs. "She's okay." He replied. "Might have to hit that." Ian said, grinning.

"Oh, dude, that's totally age-inappropriate." Sam said, disgusted. "Experience." Ian said. "Trifocals." Sam said. "There's a MILF there, Sam. I just know it. Maybe a GMILF." Ian said, smirking. "Come on." Sam groaned.

"Coffee break?" Ian asked. "Yeah, for sure." Sam said, getting up with Ian. They pass another man at his cubicle. "Paul. Time for a refuel, buddy." Ian said to him. "Sorry, no time." Paul said, not taking his eyes off his computer. "Since when? Dude, we get paid by the hour." Ian said. "Working." Paul replied.