Okay, here is the usual disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, nor any character created by the show, nor some of the ones in this story 'cause I stole them from almost 'real' life (my friends). Nor am I making any money from this unless my friends try and bribe me not to put it up, but I will anyway, so alas no money.

A/N: Hey, there to all people reading this fic, I don't know if it is a 'crack' fic or what but it was fun to write this one so I did. I do plan to do others in the same vein or rather the same story line or whatever you may call this. I was driving by a lake and this idea hit me so hard I had to stop and write, I wrote until my laptop battery died two hours later! Call me crazy but it was fun! So I plan to write more of these, if anyone wants their pen name to be put in, message me with your name and if you want your story mentioned that too and I will try and put it in. This is just a fun fic, so no worries nothing is meant to be offensive or anything so chill and enjoy the madness. This is the first of the Rae Artemis Is Crazy series.

Beta'd: As usual by the gracious morning sunlight.

Good writing to everyone

Serenity for all

Sincerely Rae Artemis

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Lakeside Inspiration

A lone figure sat on the table, a deserted park picnic table on shores of a dark lake in the moonlight; smoke wafting from a flavoured miniature cigar, vanilla. Quiet muttering broke the utter silence of the night, the lake perfectly still reflecting the full moon. The one-sided argument was disjointed and sounded much harassed though there was only one person in it.

"Write dammit, write!" The girl slammed the palm of her hand against her forehead, trying to free the thoughts stuck in her mind. She placed the baby cigar on the table beside the Mac laptop, which leaked music softly into the night.

"Gorammit, why is it I can only write when I don't sleep? I never should have slept! If I hadn't been sleeping last night I would be writing now!" She shivered as the wind lazily stirred through the trees, gently but insistently blowing her hair in her eyes. She slammed her laptop shut cutting off the music and growled in frustration.

"Screw off wind! Geez, why can't I ever write during the day, when it's nice and sunny!" She called out to the wind as it began to pick up, cooling the night around her.

"Okay not fair at all, I finally get some time off of work and I get writer's block, where is the justice?" She sighed tying back her hair and opening the laptop to see the terrifyingly blank paper on it. She rubbed her hands together trying to warm them and find inspiration all at once.

"What do you want from me? Morning Sunlight said chocolate, old episodes, and chilling out. I did two out of three, what else do you want you damnable muses? Blood? Money?" She cried out to the very still lake, startling some sleeping Canadian geese who honked at her to be quiet. Picking up the cigar back up, she saw how it had smouldered to an early death; she picked a new one out of her bag, chocolate mint this time. She lit the cigar temporarily losing her night sight with the flare of the lighter so close to her eyes.

Two figures appeared to materialize in the shadowy tree line, both walking carefully so as not to alert her to their approach. As the shorter of the two came up behind her, he motioned the other one to be silent; this was going to be fun.

"Why do you smoke those? I mean it's not like you inhale or anything, so why?" He asked over her right shoulder, causing her to jump in alarm.

"Hellfire! Don't do that!" She scolded him, slapping him on the arm as he came around the table settling himself beside her, his taller companion following him. Both were smiling widely and the taller one shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

"Yeah, Sam you should be sorry! You know how freaked out I get here by myself at night!"

"Then don't write here, but back to my question, why do you smoke those Rae? What do you get out of it?" Dean asked quirking an eyebrow at her.

"If you must know it is just…I don't know…it kind helps the writing process, but it is bad for you which is why I don't inhale as you said. Anyway this covers two of the three things Morning Sunlight told me to do. It covers chocolate and chilling out all in one!"

"I'm sure she didn't want you to smoke! It is still unhealthy to smoke them period, mouth and tongue cancer and they're kinda gross." Sam piped up, sitting on the bench part, while Dean sat beside Rae on the top of the table.

"Thanks for the concern boys but I am a big girl, I am old enough to smoke, drink and vote! Yea independence! You keep this up Sam, and Dean won't be the only one getting his ass kicked in my next story."

"What? Why am I getting my 'ass kicked' as if that were possible? What did I do?" He tried an innocent look on her, which Rae met with a raised eyebrow and calculating look.

"Well you scared the hell outta me and you're bugging me about the cigars again, we went through this last time remember? My lungs, my call!"

"Sure. Fine. Whatever! I just don't want you dying or anything because otherwise every other fic on that site will have me dead okay? Geez show a little compassion and what do ya get?"

"Ignore him." Sam offered, not wanting to get beaten up in her next story.

"Always do." Rae responded making Sam grin and Dean mutter about them teaming up against him.

"So why are we here? I thought we were still in Brentwood Bay, working out that whole faerie magic thing with the Bestes?" Sam asked as Dean continued to sulk, arms folded over his chest.

"You are, or rather you were or…how does this whole thing work anyway?" Rae asked confused.

"Don't ask us we're just fictional characters, who you're obsessed with." Dean grumbled, no longer worried about the next story, at least not enough to stop teasing. Rae couldn't write death fics so he didn't mind getting beat up a little if it meant he could tease her, Sam could only take so much before he began asking why Dean was hostile and other Oprah like things, whereas Rae would just kick his ass in a story.

"Seriously Dean, next fic I will put you in a coma with only a male nurse to take care of you if you keep that up!" Rae threatened unconvincingly reaching towards the laptop to emphasize it. His smug smile faltered a little. She lit up another cigar, fighting the urge to blow a puff of smoke in his face.

"Rae you've gotta admit that you're more than a casual fan." Sam said diplomatically, hands up to show he meant no offence.

"Fine 'interested' but NOT obsessed…much." She conceded grudgingly, staring at the blank page on her laptop. "ANYWAY, point is…I'm stuck, I don't know what to write next, what to do, who to kill or mess with or anything. I am completely at a loss!" Rae shut the laptop to try and save power and get her frustrated point across. The wind began to pick up and the geese at the lake's edge honked in protest.

Both Winchesters looked at her slightly dumbfounded, they dealt with a lot of writers, being the fictional characters of a show that had left many fans wanting more from the season finale. Many fans had found and were typing away with their own ideas and conclusions, but very few had actually invited the boys to put in their own two cents. There were so few who were willing to let go of 'reality' and listen to the boys, though the number had begun to grow. Sam and Dean would be able to 'look in' on people writing about them but it was hard to influence people when they don't know you're there. The brothers enjoyed the relationship they had with Rae and the idea she might give up was unthinkable, it had been nice to control what happened to their lives, neither was willing to lose that.

"Rae, all writers go through dry spells, this will pass." Sam assured her calmly.

"Yeah, I mean it's not like you're giving up right?" Dean asked jokingly, sure it wasn't possible for her to him up. "I mean I can see that if it was just Sammy, but come on put me in that equation and it doesn't work." Rae continued staring at her hands in silence. "No you can't be giving up!"

"Well…it is just hard to write right now, and nobody except others on the site really get it, and…and it is just difficult to try and post when so many writers on the site are way better and…" She trailed off embarrassed at her outburst, looking up at Sam and Dean wanting for them to understand she wasn't giving up on them, just the writing. Rae turned away from their eyes and looked out at the lake, which had calmed from the wind, as had she after her rant.

"Well that was fun now, wasn't it?" She said sardonically turning back to her jury of two. "I guess you've seen me worse than that huh?" Rae smiled as a few memories of past hissy fits came back to her.

"Yeah, let's see there was that time that you wrote the story about the ICU and your sister read it and pointed out all the inconsistencies and you…" Dean began, a relieved smile on his face, and a teasing gleam in his eyes.

"Two words, male nurse." Rae said flatly, opening up the laptop again sitting back down at the table beside Dean, not looking at him for fear of smiling. "Well Sam do you have any ideas?" She looked down at the younger Winchester, and saw that his eyes held relief too.

"I really liked 'The Appointment' until the end that is. Why don't I ever get the girls?" He asked smiling as Dean made a face.

"Because you're my faithful, trusty sidekick, Geek Boy and sidekicks don't get the girl."

"In 'Batman and Robin', the sidekick Robin 'got' Batgirl."

"Okay that one, count 'em one time but name another I dare you." Dean dared his younger brother, whose face screwed up in concentration. Rae too tried to think of one such occasion but couldn't.

"See the hero always gets the girl." Dean crowed victoriously, Rae and Sam exchanging eye rolls.

"Okay so Sam next story you get the girl, and Dean…" Rae stopped trying to think of a reason Dean would be the one on the outs.

"Dean gets a bunch of girls?" Dean offered smirking at the thought.

"Dean goes to the dentist." Rae declared, watching the self-proclaimed hero pale visibly. Rae and Sam both burst out laughing at Dean's woeful expression.

Dean jumped off the table and ran to the water's edge chasing the Canadian geese towards Rae and his brother who had to abandon the picnic table as the geese half ran, half flew away from Dean. Rae carefully put the laptop back on the table and joined Sam in chasing Dean, eventually tackling Dean into the sand. The whole writing session degraded from there but Rae's confidence was back and so was the Winchester's faith that, with at least one writer, they never had to worry about losing each other.