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: Yeah so I know I said I was going back to fluff but this idea won't let go and the claws are kinda sharp so here it goes. Oh and after this one the plan is for some nice fluffy pieces with only the very occasional dark one.

A/N 2: Please remember to review, its polite and nice. I don't 'need' them but I love to get feed back and hear what I did right and wrong so please drop me a line and let me know.

A/N 3: And finally as I'm posting this on March 1st happy birthday to Jensen Ackles.

Beta'd: by both the lovely M.Kena and the wonderful morning sunlight.

Good writing

Serenity for all

Sincerely Rae Artemis

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Chapter 9: B&E Breaking And Entry

It was 2:30 AM and Rae found she couldn't sleep; she was wide-awake, bouncing off the walls with nervous energy. It had been well over two weeks since her run in with Meg, but Rae was still jumpy and twitched at unexpected noises. Her friends and family had believed her story about being mugged downtown for her wallet and cell phone. She'd even received a lecture from her father about walking around the downtown core in the middle of the night by herself. He had suggested that if Rae wanted to go to for walks in the middle of the night, a walk through a park, possibly the park by the lake, would be a better idea. Rae had choked back a cry at this comment and excused herself from the room. Now, finally, she was on her own again after days of having someone watch her constantly and making sure she was 'okay'. Typically a friend or her sister would come to stay with her, because Adele had moved out after the 'incident'. It had been tense, as the Winchesters had been showing up at all hours to check on her to be sure she was safe. It had led to some very embarrassing moments and to some conversations 'with herself' that had been very hard to explain to her friends. Dean and Sam had been very worried that Meg would come back after Rae, so they'd been on bodyguard duty for the first week or so, driving Rae insane with juggling her friends, family and the brothers. Her mom had thought she'd had a psychotic break after she'd seen Rae yelling at thin air.

So now here she was, almost vibrating with energy and nothing to do, except listen to the noises in her basement suite and worry about Meg's next appearance. Even though Rae was sticking to the agreement she had with Meg and working on a deathfic, if only to save Nicole, she knew Meg would be back. There'd been something in her eyes as Meg'd used Rae's knife to carve her up, the look that said she would be back for more. Bloodlust like that didn't just fade away, it was driven out or put down, but it never burned out on its own. Rae wasn't sure how to put Meg out of her misery, but she was sure she'd be calling in the cavalry in the form of the Winchesters for it. The problem was Dean and Sam didn't know about the full extent of her deal with the devil's daughter and Rae hadn't had the courage to tell them, yet. She'd tried several times over the duration of their stay, but every time she went to confess the details of her deal, Sam would give her the puppy dog look or Dean would mutter something about how he was going to kill Meg slowly and Rae would lose her nerve. Not only had she been forced to agree to a deathfic, but Meg had also demanded that Meg herself be the 'hero' of the fic and that it had to be horrific. Eventually, because of everyone's concern and her stress levels, she'd snapped at everybody: family and Winchesters alike. And after convincing them all she'd be fine on her own they'd left, finally. However, with them gone, she was not doing so well and was a little more than nervous, to say the least.

"What shall I do tonight? Hmmmm," Rae sat at her desk in front of her beloved much abused laptop surfing the 'net, trying to ignore the paranoia that was slowly choking her to death. "Let's see, damn no new Dooby Gang threads on IMDB. No new clips on Youtube. Nothing on new on fanfic. Geez where is everybody?" She stared down at her phone, wondering idly if 2:30 AM was too late to phone Rob Dionysus, her partner in fanfic crime, and insomnia induced ranting. "No, he'd just hang up on me now and kill me later."

She closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, stretching tense shoulders that were aching from being hunched in fear for so long. Rae jerked straight upright as she heard a creak as a door opened. Very quietly, she slipped off her chair and grabbed her baseball bat she kept beside her bed. Ears alert to any further noise, she slid a knife out of her beside drawer and edged over to the partially cracked door of her room, careful to avoid the light spilling out into her games room. Rae nudged the door open and, holding her bat high and ready to swing, she tiptoed out into the hall. She could hear someone sneaking through her kitchen, a gently scuffing of a chair as they passed the table. As the intruder got closer Rae's pulse began to hammer loudly in her ears. Rae quietly counted the steps as they came closer and closer to the corner behind which she was hiding, her hands aching to swing. One, two…

"Psst, Sammy do you think we should have phoned?" Dean hissed at Sam, who followed his older brother through Rae's dark basement apartment. They were checking up on her as they had been doing in secret after she'd kicked them out a few days ago. He and Sam had agreed that Rae needed space, but that they couldn't just leave knowing Meg would be back. So they'd been keeping an eye on her discreetly.

"I've been saying that for the last hour, she's probably cooled down by now and it just doesn't seem very honest to be breaking into her place every night for the last three nights." Sam replied in an equally hushed whisper, silently cursing himself as he nudged one of the chairs in the kitchen. Dean turned to smirk at his younger brother, his eyes just about glowing with amusement in the dark.

"Nicely done Sammy, really stealt-" Dean's eyes rolled up into his head as the bat bounced off the back of his skull.

"Dean!" Sam grabbed his older brother as his legs dropped out from under him.

"Dean? Sam? Shit!" Rae dropped the bat and also grabbed for Dean, her skull colliding with Sam's as they both dove for Dean. The attempted rescues turned into a dog pile with the unconscious Dean at the bottom.

"Ow, damn Sammy you have boney hips!" Rae gasped as she tried to crawl off Dean's inert form with Sam, collapsed body pinning her down. "Gerroff me dude!"

"Sorry Rae, is Dean okay?" Sam's concern for his brother immediate, his own discomfort far less important.

"I'll know as soon as you get the Hell off me!" She growled back, trying to do a semi-push up and get Sam's lanky form off her.

"Sorry." Sam peeled himself off the floor and once on his knees he helped Rae off of Dean, before making sure his brother was okay, or rather as okay as a person could be after being hit in the head with a baseball bat.

"Is he okay?" Rae hovered over Sam who was making sure Dean's skull was still in one piece.

"Thanks God he has a hard head." Sam breathed, finding no fractures. "Dean? Dean? Looks like he's out for the count. You want to give me a hand dragging him to a bed?"

"Sure." Rae grabs his legs while Sam pulls his brother's upper body off the floor, guiding him through Rae's apartment to her bed.

"Wow this is a little awkward but can we put him on the bed?" Sam blushes as he asks, Dean becoming heavier and heavier in his arms.

"Really no where else." Rae mumbles also embarrassed at the situation, them being in her bedroom before no withstanding. "Let me just move the stuff animals."

After clearing the bed of her comfort toys they manage to manhandle Dean on to it without doing him further damage.

"Are you sure he's okay?" Rae asked Sam who was checking his brother's vitals, again, wringing her hands with worry.

"I'm sure the bat didn't help him any but he looks okay, unconscious but okay. Nothing's broken, he's breathing, and his pupils are responding normally, he's just not in at that moment. Come on Rae you know this stuff, why are you freaking out?" Sam felt like shaking the flighty, bundle of nerves beside him.

"I've never hit anyone in the head with a bat before okay? I've tried to avoid fights and violence, I can't even hit people in kickboxing class!" Rae declared indignantl her hands on her hips.

"You take kickboxing?" Sam asked an eyebrow raised sarcastically, as he found it impossible to imagine her in that kind of setting, she was a fanfic writer not a fighter.

"Well after Meg dropped by I decided I should learn how to fight for real and that way next time she drops by I can give back as good as I get."

"Its good to know that you're learning self defence but next time Meg shows up, just run away and call Dean and me." Sam turned back to Dean's still inert form. "Maybe you should write a scene where he wakes up or something, see if that works."

"Wow, write a fic with Dean in my bed? What fangirl wouldn't do that?" Rae replied with more bravado necessary to cover up her fear she may have just killed her friend. Realization dawned over her. "You guys nave never been hurt in the real world have you?"

"Nope, mainly because everyone we visit is happy to see us, weirded out and questioning their own sanity but fairly happy." Sam continued to stare at his older brother willing Dean to wake up with a smart-ass remark about Rae's reception of them. There was silence in the room broken only by Rae's typing and Sam's pacing footsteps.

"There, I just documented everything that happened, from your illegal entry into my apartment to my um, my greeting of you both, then he wakes up and is perfectly fine." Rae turned in her desk chair to watch Dean who remained still on the bed. "Its not working, Sammy!"

Dean's body began to spasm and shake on the bed, his breath a desperate gasping sound. Sam and Rae leapt to the bedside trying to keep his flailing from injuring himself. They were horrified as Dean's spasm continued for what seemed like forever.

"Oh Gods what's happening Sammy?"

"I don't know, he should be-" Sam was cut off as Dean's spasm turned into a laughing fit, which looked much the same as he writhed on the bed.

"Damn you, you scared the Hell out of me!" Sam punched Dean in the shoulder as he sat up, followed by Rae who grabbed a pillow and pummelled him with it.

"You jerk! When did you wake up?" Rae fought the urge to slap Dean; throwing a glance at Sam she could see he was fighting the same urge.

"Dude you suck, you know that right?" Sam grinned like an idiot just happy his brother was okay, though annoyed with Dean's dumb jokes.

"Only when nicely asked." Dean batted his eyelashes melodramatically; he sat up again and rubbed his head ruefully. "Nice swing by the way Rae, really."

"Jerk." Sam muttered quietly, a relieved smile on his face.

"Bitch." Dean threw back, his usual smug grin in place. "Well now that we've all had our laughs and with the promise that Rae won't hit me again?" Rae nodded mutter 'ass' under her breath. "Why don't we grab something to eat? A little pizza maybe? Or you wanna order in?"

Dean bounded out the door, Sam and Rae exchanging an eye roll before following him out.