Chapter Three: In which The Plot Thickens

AKA: In which YOU get some answers (Kinda). And Sam and Dean are left clueless.

This is gonna be serious, kinda. More plot and less humour.

Disclaimer: SN is not min,e neither are any username's which are made up and not to point at any one person, or any clubs and whatnot. It's all fiction!

Lanawannabe(DFN Reveiw), I'm afraid to say that Dean and Sam will not get together in this story. Someday soon, I shall create an off-branch in which they do, but seeing as Dean is brainwashed and therefore not of the right mind, it cannot happen because he wouldn't really want it.

Sam's naked in the bathroom, because he's trying to wash away any 'dirt' from Dean's very, very hot kiss. Oh, I love that kiss! By the way, Sam locked Dean into a closet. XD And I dunno where I got the gay rabies thing, I just did. O.o Love you so much(In the platonic way), you're the best reviewer!

AndAct: I'm glad I'm making you so happy. I've started this new chapter the very day I published the last one.

Wolfie: Raven's my only muse, dangit! XD Glad you liked.

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Mary, Sue and Mary-Sue were plotting, again. To recap, Mary is the blonde, Sue the redhead leader and Mary-Sue that daft brunette. I had to revise that, because they're so nondescript in personality. O.o

They were seated in a mansion, which was all at once beautiful and elegant, dilapidated and shabby, an image of well-invested money, falling apart in places.

Every now and again the walls would shimmer out of focus, the gold-woven tapestries replaced by scraps of stained cloth with metallic frayed edges.

Sue hit a wall in frustration, "Our place's not holding up! It's being reasserted!"

Mary stared at her hands in horror, they were fading, and shrieked musically "It's reasserting us too, Sue We have to get control of Sammy fast!"

"Mary-Sue! You are now the smart one!" Echoed a voice from the laptop, perched on the fine oak table, that was showing signs of flickering out reality. It was horribly nasal and clogged, shrill and there was nothing Sued about it.

The heads of the Winsisters snapped as one to the laptop, and in an awed voice they whispered, "The Suethor…"

"Yes, like it 's me. You will refer to me as WinCeStAnGlE. Where is Sue?"

And I mean to typo that name. And I'm not writing that name like that anymore! O.o

Sue bowed before the screen, "I am here, WincestAngle O Divine Suethor. Are my creations working to your delight?"

"Indeed they are. You are a very good muse, Sue."

"I aim to please you, mistress." Sue smiled, snagging a chair then straddling it, arms crossed on its back, "So, what news do you have for us? And would you like our progress reports now or after?"

"Your first, Sue, Mary, Mary-Sue."

Sue clicked her fingers, Mary stepped forward, "As regards Operation Wincest: Code Dean, it was a success. However… We cannot get to Sam. Someone is protecting him from us!"

"Another Suethor?"

"No," Sue said, "An Author."

Mary-Sue, whose called Ella according to other chapters, stepped forward, "We are taking steps to locate and eradi-era-get rid of this menace to your plans, Wincest Angle O Divine Creator!"

"We will not fail you, Wincest Angle O Divine Creator." Mary said, standing ramrod straight, looking like someone had shoved a very bumpy stick up her bum. She had that twitch of pain around the corners of her mouth at least.

"You better not, or I'll scrap you both. Or even… Make you no longer omnipotent!"

There was a collective gasp from the two Mary-Sues, and even from the Muse. And plenty of grovelling, which was utterly daft and stupid because it involves offers of prostration.

"Find the Author, destroy her creations, and if she has one, her Muse." WincestAngle snarled, "We can no longer allow Sammy to not be buggered up the ass by Dean!"

And she shut off the connection.

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Behind the partially closed door, was a young girl wearing a headset whispered into the microphone, "You get that, Sarah?"

"Loud and clear, Raven. They know we're on to them."

"Bring up G.VH and E.E, okay? Maybe D.E too. I'm going in, to hack that laptop." Raven waited until the Muse and Sues had left, then slipped out of the closet.

She was relatively tall, five foot 8 with long legs. She was pleasantly proportioned, like a real 16 year old but with large grey-blue eyes and long lashes. Her hair was an oak brown, wavy and right now very messy.

Her clothes consisted of a long violet kimono, but soon that shimmered to black jeans and a black fleece with boots. There were silver and purple butterfly wings sprouting from her back, and she hovered off the ground by a few inches.

She hovered to the laptop, slotting in a USB memory stick. The letters 'HACK COMMENCING: DOWNLOAD 2 PER CENT COMPLETED" showed on the screen in kind-bending orange., the number steadily decreasing.

Raven waited, biting her nails, which wasn't very smart seeing as they were dirty. She started coughing and choking on said dirt, falling on the floor with a loud 'THUD'. She swore, the Sues were sure to have heard.

Footsteps thudded up the stairs just as expected, and Raven had no choice but rip out the Memory Stick with only partially downloaded files.

Raven concentrated, and a window glimmered into being on the nearest wall. Raven yanked it open, flying into the dark night and freedom from the dark tendrils of Suefluence in the unreal mansion.

Wow. I was serious. O.o And don't worry, I'll be back on track VERY soon with Sam, Dean and more weirdness and laughter. Just not happy today. I think it's my angst music.

I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS SHAMBLES OF A CHAPTER!

By the way, how many of you knew that there's actually a rifle type named Winchester Rifle 'the gun that won the west'? Fitting legacy to our favourite boys!