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.
WARNING: Possible spoilers for 'All Hell Breaks Loose-Part 1'.
A/N: This was written at the infamous lake as a bright spot for everyone after the episode 'All Hell Breaks Loose-part 1'. I do hope it works or at least lightens the mood a little. morning sunlight came to visit me on her trip so I thought I'd write a chapter to commemorate the event.
Beta'd: by morning sunlight who also gets a character of her own in this chapter as the visiting beta.
Good writing
Serenity for all
Sincerely Rae Artemis
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Chapter 11: Visitations On A Lakeside
"So, are you up for it?" Dean asked his brother Sam who shuffled his feet uncomfortably as the May wind chilled him, as he was still cold from the last fanfic they had been dragged into.
"I don't know Dean, she'll be seriously pissed if you try this on her, again."
"Yeah, well, I need to have a little fun after that last story, dealing with you dead all day has kind of put me in a bad mood. Pulling a little prank on Rae won't hurt her and will be fun, c'mon Sammy she'll be so happy to see us, she won't be mad." Dean assured Sam, watching Rae hunched over her laptop with her mystery companion. "Who the hell is with her? She never brings anyone here, well Rob came here but I've never seen anyone else." Sam squinted in the darkness trying to make out the person Rae was sitting with.
"I don't know, I didn't think she liked to have other people here. She said it ruined her concentration or something. Well, okay, I'll go along with your joke if only because it will save you suckering me into it." Sam sighed, still a little depressed after a long couple days of being dead or worse slowly dying, the fans just couldn't seem to find any belief that he was going to survive.
"Here's the plan there's some of those Canadian geese down by the water's edge, we'll herd those towards them and then once the geese are in flight we'll rush up behind them and scare the living daylights out of Rae. Whoever she is with will be wondering why she's freaking out. It'll be great Sammy." Dean playfully punching Sam, receiving an eye roll for his over excited, child on a sugar high like behaviour.
Crouching down, they moved through the trees quickly and quietly, deftly avoiding branches. Weaving towards the lake they heard the creative process of writing continuing, with Rae and a familiar voice talking about a story plan. The voices floated down, out of the air, slightly masked by the honking of the geese. Dean signalled to Sam as they came up behind the geese, 1,2,3… Rushing the geese they raced up the slope of the beach, two dark figures charging towards the picnic table on which the two writers sat. Sam pulled up short as a blinding light was aimed at his eyes and Rae and her mystery companion began to laugh. Dean fell into the muddy shore as the light caught him in the eyes; shocked at being caught he nosedived into the ground, the laughter increased.
"Looks like you were right Rae, there were some people lurking in the bushes." Called down a very familiar voice.
"Hey! How about dropping that beam so I don't go blind!" Dean called from his position in the mud, trying to maintain his dignity as best he could.
"Oh sorry." Rae called down, turning the light out, the smug grin apparent in her voice.
Sam helped Dean up, trying to avoid the mud as best he could. Dean of course chose this exact moment to give him a bear hug, coating Sam's front with the sandy muck. They carefully approached the picnic bench, blinking away the shadows the flashlight beam had left in their eyes.
"So how are you guys doing?" The mystery voice asked, the vaguely familiar voice nagging at Sam's mind. "I haven't seen you since San Diego. Do you remember that at all Sammy? You did get pretty smashed that night."
Suddenly the light dawned, literally and figuratively, as the shadowed fled from the moon and the light came back illuminating Ally, Rae's beta also known as 'morning sunlight' to most readers on It had been a while since they'd seen her; it looked like travel had been treating her well, sun tanned, relaxed looking, smiling and generally relaxed. The California sun had lightened her brown, curly hair and she had a healthy tan that enhanced her pale green eyes. However because she had been living in tropical weather for the better part of the last nine months so she was freezing cold and had to bundle up. For everyone else it was a warm May, Wednesday evening for her it was a freezing night.
"What are you doing here?!" Dean burst out before Sam could sputter out his same question.
"Nice to see you too." Ally deadpanned as Rae laughed beside her, falling off the picnic bench in her mirth.
"Sorry, good to see you again, Ally. How has your trip been and when the Hell did you get here?" Dean replied rolling his eyes as Sam grinned at him.
"It's been good, busy but good. I was in B.C. so I thought I'd drop by and finally 'meet' Rae for real. She's been busy showing me around town and since this is the lake that started it all we thought we'd come out here for some inspiration. Sorry I haven't emailed since San Diego but I have been on the run since then and Internet cafés are either hard to find or too expensive to use."
"No worries, I wasn't worried. I wouldn't have blamed you if Sam's stripping had put you off." Dean grinned his patented smirk.
"Stripping?" Rae asked trying to make her eyes wide and innocent and somehow failing.
"I did not strip." Sam firmly stated, his mind desperately replaying the night in San Diego. "At least I don't remember it."
"After all that alcohol I'm surprised you remember meeting up with Ally at all." Dean grinned at Sam whose memory of the night was spotty at best.
"It wasn't that bad Sam, really." Ally assured him as he sat where Rae had been until her fall. Rae slid in beside Sam and Dean sat on the other side of Ally.
"Well? I don't know anything about it so spill! Sammy got drunk? C'mon it had to be funny!" Rae egged on, Sam giving her a push off the table again. Rae walked around to the ground in front of them and sat down like it was story time in class and waited, arms folded resembling a determined four year old.
"Aren't you cold down there in the sand?" Sam asked hoping to avoid a retelling of his drunken exploits, most of which he only blurrily remembered.
"Hmm let's see it all started when we got an email from Ally inviting us to meet up with her on her trip. The only place she was going to have a room to herself was in San Diego so we agreed to drop by and keep her company." Dean began, an evil smile on his lips as Sam sighed gustily.
"I seem to remember saying that if you wanted to you could drop by and maybe I'd spring for dinner depending on my financial standing at the time." Ally dryly corrected.
"Anyway, we dropped by and ordered dinner from the room service menu. Poor bellhop, Sammy here opened the door and of course the kid didn't see him so he thinks the door opens on its own."
"I was trying to be helpful unlike some people who were just being a pain in the ass." Sam shot back, somewhat sulky as he could remember some of the events of the night, or most of them at least.
"He really was. The bellhop accepted my explanation of how the door didn't close completely. I think he was wondering why I had three meals for little old me but he didn't worry after he got his tip. The point of the story is we somehow decided to break into the honour bar-"
"Dean made me do it." Sam jumped in, trying to show Rae how the rest of the story could occur.
"Please Sam, I'm not the one who suggested a drinking game." Dean shot back, deflecting any and all guilt.
"Boys, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves, first we discussed story ideas and worked out the ending to 'Recovery', remember?" Ally verbally jumped in between Sam and Dean who were getting a little ahead of themselves in the story and Rae had begun to look confused as the digression continued. "Eventually it degraded into a drinking game, as someone who shall remain nameless-"
"Ally!" Dean and Sam chorused, causing Rae to raise her eyebrows in question at Ally.
"Well…it seemed like a good idea at the time." She shrugged, as it really had seemed like a good idea at the time.
"So we're playing poker and somehow Sam gets it into his head that it's a game of strip poker." Dean flashed a grin at Rae who giggled; Sam bashfully hung his head and sighed at the memory. "Fortunately I stopped him before he got too far. And this was only on his fourth beer-"
"I'm telling you it had to be my fifth, if not my sixth-" Sam vehemently insisted from the other side of Ally.
"-and after convincing him to keep his clothes on he fell asleep on the bed." Dean concluded ignoring Sam's denial of the fact he was lightweight in the drinking arena.
"So Sammy was snoring on the bed and Dean and I had to wait until he woke up so we watched 'Blues Brothers 2000' on the TV for most of the night." Ally added in, picking up the narrative.
She and Dean had found the movie and watched some, though it was more background noise than anything as they'd conversed long into the night. The last thing she remembered was talking with Dean about his childhood and the movie had some kind of 'Battle of the Bands' going on. She'd woken up the next morning on the couch, a blanket from the bed covering her and a pillow tucked under her head. On the desk was her latest stories' journal with a sincere thank you note from Sam for the use of the bed and a wise crack from Dean about her falling asleep on his shoulder, drooling on him in her sleep.
"Yeah, that was a cool movie, a little outside of the realm of reality but a fun movie." Dean commented, smiling at the memory of the easily duped cops.
"Um, Dean you're a fictitious character brought into reality by the power of crazy fan belief, who hunts demons and other worldly creatures, are you really the person to judge realism?" Rae asked, her face straining not to smile at the irony of his statement.
"Never mind then." Dean muttered rolling his eyes at Rae, who in turn stuck out her tongue showing her maturity or lack thereof. "I had a really rough night, Ally drooled on me when she fell asleep and then I had to deal with a whiney hung over Sammy later that morning. Talk about thankless jobs!"
"Hey, I don't drool!" "I wasn't that drunk!" Rae and Dean smirked at each other as Ally and Sam made claims to their innocence.
"What kind of trouble have you two been up to? Out painting the town red?" Sam asked moving the subject away from embarrassing stories as Dean had a million about Sam when he was younger and was always happy to share them.
"Nope, we've been trying to come up with some new story ideas and jump starting my stalled stories." Rae replied, gesturing to her laptop and Ally's book and flashlight.
"We've also been trying to come up with a cheery ending or tag to that last episode, quite honestly I think that end scene is going to haunt my nightmares for a while." Ally confessed, gingerly putting an arm around Sam's shoulders, comforted that he was there, regardless as to what she'd seen in the episode.
"That was a hard one, some people are pretty morbid to begin with but that one was the start of a really hard week." Dean sighed; looking across the bench at Sam who still had dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep and his constant death scenes. Not that Dean's part had been a walk in the park but, well, he could relate to the continuous death scenes and how hard they were to deal with. After 'Faith' had aired people had seemed to kill him every other fic and not cleanly, fanfic authors were talented but pretty damn dark to begin with, give them and death and they were off and running.
"Well, what do you have so far?" Sam asked, rousing from his melancholy with the opportunity not to die in front of him. "Any ideas on how I can not be dead?" He asked hopefully.
"There's always the it was a vision angle?" Rae sighed, not wanting to use such a cliché excuse.
"But its been done far too often." Ally countered.
"What if its not Sam who had the vision?" Dean offered, getting into the rhythm of working with fanfic authors.
"It has to be positive after such a 'kick in the teeth' episode, it has to be a happy ending one because I can't take a death, I just can't." Rae stated, standing up and grabbing her laptop as they got down to work.
Everyone moved around the table as they got down to work, attempting to create a flash of light in such a dark moment. The sounds of typing and creativity filled the night air and the geese flew away as they recognized Dean's voice, remembering him and his love of chasing them.
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A/N 2: Sorry to anyone who thinks its saccharine sweet but I needed a little hope and happiness after 'All Hell Breaks Loose-Part 1' so I had to! Let me know what you think, too sweet? Too cheesy? R&R and let me know.