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Sam woke up to the police slapping him awake and asking for a statement.

"Agent Winchester already told us what happened." The officer said to him. "We just need to see if your stories match up."

Sam had sat down on the edge of an ambulance recounting his story, leaving out the part about the artifact's. Once he was done, he looked around and saw Meg, still giving her a statement.

Once they were both done, they found a bench and sat on it and talked. They were still clutching their shock blankets.

"I'm thinking of going on a road trip." Meg stated after a period of silence. "I almost died and all I could think was, my parent's would be disappointed because I wasn't a doctor yet."

"Meg-" Sam started.

"I know that that's not true." Meg said, silencing him. She had a small sad smile on her face. "Point was, I've been appealing to them and did nothing for myself. So I'm going to start." She said finally.

Sam nodded, getting what she was going for.

"You should go thank that Agent guy. Maybe think of going into the same job type. You did look really natural and relaxed with the gun. Scared me a bit." She said, chuckling a little.

Sam nodded, wordlessly again.

After that they talked for a while longer. Then Meg got up and left Sam alone on the bench, with his thoughts.

XxXx

Sam walked up to Dean's hotel room and saw the door was open.

He entered through the door and looked around. He saw the desk was neat and clean, while the bed was made and tidy. He sighed and sat down on the bed's corner near the desk.

"He already left." Sam said to himself, quietly.

"Yes, he did." came a female's voice to his right.

Sam snapped his head to the right and saw the female that spoke. She was in casual clothes. Jeans, red plaid thin over shirt and a white tee underneath. She was leaning aginst the desk, her eyes were staring at Sam, and he felt like she was studying him. Then he heard the door closed and lock. When he turned that way, he saw a big man in a suit and sunglasses.

"Don't be scared, Sam." The female said, walking to the chair. She pulled it out and sat across from Sam. "My name's Mrs. Harvelle. I'm Dean Winchester's boss." She held her hand out to shake it.

"Hi?" Sam said, shaking her hand, unsure of why she was here.

"You seem to be a bit homeless at the moment. Would you like to move somewhere else, have a job, and do what you did in the last 24-hours a lot more?" She asked looking at him with a smile on her lips that seemed like she knew his answer even before she asked him.

Sam sat straighter and spoke, eyes looking over the lady. "You mean dealing with 5 death's of my friends, my fiance dieing, finding out my friend was the one who did this and seeing my last one tied up and gagged?"

"Not the best mission to be introduced on, I'll agree with you there." She said, leaning back in the chair. "But death isn't a common thing with this job. Actually pretty rare."

"Then how is it normally?" Sam asked, curiosity in his eyes.

"Saving the world, one artifact at a time." She replied smiling, smugly and with a twinkle in her eyes. "Also, it leads to an amazing thing."

"Whats that?" Sam asked, leaning towards her.

She leaned forward to Sam and with a big smile on her lips she replied. "A world full of endless wonder."

Sam's eyes widened as he came to his decision then and there.

XxXx

"I'm back." Dean announced as he entered Bobby's office through the doors that lead to the outside. "With two gifts." He tossed his duffle on the couch in the sitting area to the right of the doorway. He moved his backpack to the front of him, ransacking through it, watching Bobby.

"You shouldn't have." Bobby replied turning around in his chair, facing his field agent with a face that expressed impatience.

"Cathrine O'Leary's Bell." Dean said tossing the bigger aluminium foil bag to Bobby.

"Careful with that boy." Bobby said catching it and putting right on the desk.

"That didn't fit any of the descriptions." Jo said entering from the Warehouse entrance. She put the clipboard she was holding on the corner of the desk closest to her.

"And yet, there it is." Dean said. He pulled out the second, smaller bag and handed it to Jo in a grand gesture. "And for the lady, the Phoenix."

"That means-" Jo started, eyes wide in shock.

"The guy who set the fires was escaping with it, yeah. But I got it from a different person." Dean explained, sitting down in the closest chair.

Both Bobby and Jo stared at him waiting for a more in depth explanation.

"Think the guy's agenda was to make the boy have no one left, but the killer. They were friends." Dean theorized out loud.

"But why?" Jo asked.

"Don't know. The killer's dead. Stabbed himself a few times. So can't ask him." Dean said.

They were all silent for a few minutes, thinking what was going on.

"Don't strain yourselves." Mrs. Harvelle said appearing next to Bobby, leaning on the desk. "Welcome back, Dean."

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" Bobby asked looking at her, suspiciously.

"Dean." Mrs. Harvelle said, looking at him with a smile. "Got you your new partner What to go outside and let him in?" She asked, motioning to the door he just entered through not that long ago.

Dean's eyes lite up. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." He said getting up, and heading outside, excitedly.

He went through the hallway, and opened the door to outside. He's been waiting for his partner for about a month or more now. He was nervous but excited wondering who was going to be the one he had to trust his life with.

Once his eye's adjusted, he smiled to himself.

He saw Sam crouching down to look at Dean's Impala.

"Be careful with her. She's my baby." Dean said walking up to Sam.

"She's yours?" Sam asked surprised.

"Yep. Another Agent gave her to me before he left the Warehouse." Dean said smiling sadly. "Restored her from frame work not that long ago."

"Thought you had a SUV."

"Nah, man. That was a rent-a-crap." Dean said. He rubbed his hands on the hood. "My baby doesn't go on far or urgent cases. Flying's faster, but I'd rather take her on all of them."

"Love between a man and his machine."

"Don't you call Baby a machine." Dean said offended. "The mean kid didn't mean it." He said petting the hood.

Sam laughed quietly.

Dean straightened up and looked right at Sam. "You my new partner?"

"Yeah. Mrs. Harvelle said that." Sam answered, he looked at Dean with a questioning look. "How does she-"

"Dude, no one knows." Dean answered knowing it was the right answer. "Caretaker's are odd."

Sam nodded. "So this is the Warehouse?"

"Yeah. Come on in." Dean said leading Sam through the door into the Warehouse.

As they walked down the hallway, Dean explained as much as he could.

"This is where we put the artifact's for safe keeping. We find odd things, odd happenings, like the fire's, and go and investigate. If an artifact is involved, we snag it, bag it, and tag it. Then bring it here where no one can get it and use it for the wrong reasons. Every artifact has a downside. Even the ones that seem like they'd help."

"But that medallion?" Sam asked, reaching for one of the poles on the sides.

"Don't touch the bombs." Dean said, he knew that by now Sam would be reaching for one. They got to the end of the hallway, where the door to Bobby's office was. "And that wasn't risk free either. Every time its used, for every minute that person is in the fire, someone dies. If you touch it, your immune, but as far as we know, until those fires were out-"

"More people died." Sam finished sullenly.

"Yeah, this was a heavy case." Dean said. He opened the door leading into Bobby's office. "It's rarely like that."

"Watch out! New guy coming through!" Jo yelled from the desk she was at, opening the bags that Dean brought in. She was wearing the purple gloves handling the bags carefully.

Dean rolled his eyes at her as Bobby came up on them. "Ignore her." Bobby said walking in front of them. "I'm Bobby, your boss."

"I thought Mrs. Harvelle was." Sam said looking at Dean.

"He's under her, but above us." Dean explained.

Sam nodded, shaking Bobby's outstretched hand.

"She's Jo. She runs the Inn you guys are staying at." Bobby said jerking his thumb at her. She saluted to Sam in acknowledgement and then went to writing things down. He turned Sam around and was guiding him toward the other entrance into the office. "This is your new job, kiddo. Sounds simple, but it won't always be. Every agent that has worked here has discovered wonderful things about the world. And most have good fighting skills and shooting skills. For obvious reasons both Dean and Jo will be teaching you these skills."

They had exited the office, walking on the balcony over looking the entire Warehouse.

"Welcome to Warehouse 13." Bobby said gesturing to it all.

It was huge on the inside. Sam couldn't see the end of the Warehouse. There were mazes and mazes of shelves full of artifacts. From where he was, Sam could see a pyramid, a blimp, a windmill, a house, and so much more. He could have sworn he saw the Trojan Horse. His eyes were darting around the entire place.

He turned to Bobby and saw his eyes trained on the miles below them, his eyes held marvel at what lay in front of him. Dean was leaning forward on the rail, looking out as well. He knew that the world would never be the same again. He was okay with that thought in his head.

Then, Jo slide next to him, putting one arm around him. "Welcome to the team." She said, joining them all at looking at the never ending expanse of the Warehouse.

Sam smiled, knowing he had made the right choice in agreeing to become an Agent.

The End!

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