It's late afternoon and you're on site as normal. Over the noise of the construction, you manage to hear the sound of a rumbling engine approaching. You stand, wiping your face with your sleeve, and see two men stepping out of an Impala and onto your site - both without any gear on.

“Whoa, hold it,” you call out. “Site’s closed to the public. Can’t be wandering around here without clearance.”

The shorter of the two, the one with the green eyes and the sharp jawline, holds his hands up. “We’re just looking for someone in charge.”

You stop a few feet away, arms folded across your chest. “That’d be me. And you still can’t be here. This is an active site. It’s dangerous.”

The taller one steps forward, flashing some ID too quickly for you to get a proper look. “I’m Sam, this is Dean.” He nods toward the other guy. “We’re hazard investigators. Heard you’ve had a few accidents lately.”

You let out a sigh. “Everything’s been checked and signed off by the board. We’re good. I don’t need more people sniffing around.”

“Come on, you have to admit - these accidents have been weird, right?” Dean spoke. “A little too convenient. A little too… impossible?”

Your jaw tightens because he’s right. “What are you getting at?” You ask.

Sam glances around before lowering his voice. “Look, we know how this sounds. But we think there might be something attached to this site. Something that doesn’t want people working here.”

You scoff, unsure if you should be offended or amused. “You’re telling me my job site is cursed?”

Dean shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first.”

All of a sudden, as if on cue, a wrench that had been securely hooked flew off the scaffolding, missing the three of you by only inches. Sam grabs hold of you, pulling you to one side just as Dean goes sprinting up the scaffolding.

“Hey!” You shout. “You can’t be up there!”

“Come with me then!” He shouts back over his shoulder.