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. Also the movies I mention I would like to take credit for but sadly I'm just a fan of both of them, but owning Connor and Murphy or Lucas and Corey would be cool!

A/N: So this is another in the 'Rae Artemis Is Crazy' series; I was at work when this idea hit me so since it was slow (no one was there) I wrote out a beginning for it, I was literally hiding behind a shelf of movies and thinking about scary movies.

Beta'd: morning sunlight who is managing to beta while on vacation, you're great!

Good writing to everyone

Serenity for all

Sincerely Rae Artemis

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Movies, Twizzlers and M&M's

"Quit torturing Dean gorammit! Or at least get Sammy too!" Rae sat betaing a story for morning sunlight, muttering as she corrected a couple English/American translations. "The poor boy has had enough beauty sleep, let him wake up from that coma already." She grumbled her fingers flying over the keyboard, stopping as she heard a sound in the store. Rae looked around her, the video store appeared to be empty, the movie 'Rent' playing quietly in the background. It was a Monday night and therefore the slowest night of the week for movie rentals.

"Huh, that's weird." She stood up from her hiding place in the horror section her laptop concealed behind the shelves.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Rae called out tentatively, a quiver in her voice. "Oh that's just brilliant! Quote the most used line in scary movies, this'll turn out well." She growled to herself, shocked at the stupidity of using the line.

"Might as well say 'I'll be right back' or something dumb like that. Hey! Is anyone there or not?" As her gaze roved around the shelves she didn't see anyone but thought she heard whispering. Rae put down her laptop and walked towards the noise, picturing the many movies she'd seen where people died being this dumb.

"Okay it is official, I have gone crazy, totally off the freaking deep end!" Rae threw up her hands and stalked back to her writing area, muttering about the impending loss of her mind.

"Impending? You lost it a long time ago!" A very familiar voice crowed from behind one of the many shelves of videos. Rae rolled her eyes and began searching in earnest; safe in the knowledge the two culprits wouldn't dare do anything serious, she might not write death fics but she knew how to get revenge.

"Oh come on boys, hide and go seek is for kids! 'Sides if you come out I'll let you change the movie." As soon as the offer left her lips Dean's head popped up, a hopeful look on his face, Rae shook her head in disbelief. "What would happen if a demon made you that deal?"

"Probably buy it due to an inability to sit through musicals." He threw over his shoulder with a smile, as he grabbed some snacks off the shelf. "You okay with 'Boondock Saints', Sam?"

"Sure, just skip the cat bit I don't think I could handle it after our last job." Sam grimaced the all too gory details of their last assignment, a grisly mess even if it had just been a demon they'd eviscerated. Sam glanced over at Dean to see if his brother had the same issue with guts at the moment but just as he turned, he saw Dean wolfing down snacks, M&M's, some Twizzlers that looked far too much like the ghoul's insides for Sam's taste today. "Dude! How can you eat that?"

"Huh?" Dean looked at the Twizzlers bag in his hand. "What? You don't like these, or something? Rae you want some?" Dean gave his sweet-toothed brother a look; Sam not wanting candy was just weird!

"Sure thanks Dean. That is freaky. Sammy, I thought you liked sugar?"

"Yeah Sammy, you're a regular sugar fiend. What's up?"

"First you two, its Sam. Secondly Dean, we just finished gutting a ghoul so yeah I'm not really hungry right now. Especially not for anything that's red and squishy." Sam swallowed thickly, watching Rae and Dean blithely chow down on the Twizzlers, pictures of the dismemberment earlier running through his mind.

"Sam?"

"What Dean?"

"You like see food?" Dean opened his mouth showing the chewed up Twizzlers and M&M's, looking remarkably the ghoul's internal organs.

"Oh man! That's just gross dude! How old are you? Five?"

"Dude that's kind of sick. Anyway I thought you were going to change the movie. Stop bugging your brother and grab a movie already." Rae shoved Dean towards the stacks of movies, much to Sam's relief.

"Yes ma'am." Dean flipped her a fake salute and began searching for the movie, a smug grin on his face.

"You okay Sammy? You look a bit pale." Rae sat down and beckoned Sam to join her.

"Shouldn't you be working or something?"

"Is there anyone in the store?"

"No."

"Good, then I don't have to work. It's Monday night man, nobody rents on Mondays therefore I don't 'work' on Mondays. Simple equation, eh?" Sam still looked green around the gills and was a little withdrawn. "What's up? You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." He mumbled back, his fingers playing over the pop cooler.

"Sure you are, so why won't you look me in the eye when you say that?" Sam looked up startled by her comment, his eyes filled with more pain than usual. "Gods dammit Sammy, what is it already?"

"Just…its just…there's been a lot of fics where innocent people get hurt or die, just…stuff like that." He gave a shuddering breath, and looked away again. "A lot of kids have been getting hurt and it just makes me wonder, I mean I know we're doing our best but its never enough and it just takes a toll. I mean intellectually I know we're the fictional representatives of a show but…but it's my memories, my life. To me everything we go through: death fics, torture everything is real while it happens, and lately its been, its been really hard." Sam blinked furiously, hating how pathetic he sounded. "Geez, what's taking Dean so long?"

"I hid the movie, just to drive him nuts, he always chooses that one. I hid it behind 'Empire Records' because I know he won't look there, we watched that one last time." She smiled at him and gently placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Sammy? You do so much good, even Dean manages to do good. You guys help people; even if they are fictional they are real, okay that came out wrong. What I mean to say is that as a writer I put a lot of myself into my writing and when you guys rush in and save the day, you are in a way saving the writer or in my case the writer and her friends' alter egos." Rae gave him a hopeful smile, and got a similarly tentative one in return.

"Rae! I give up where is it?" Dean called, lost in the shelves of movies. "Come on at least give me a clue."

"Okay, here's your clue: 'Damn the man! Save the Empire!' Sound familiar? How about: 'What's RIP mean?' 'Really idiotic party'?" She and Sam grinned at each other, waiting for Dean to guess.

"'Empire Records'! Of course I should have known!"

They both heard him race across the store, to grab 'Boondock Saints', movies clattering off the shelves as he sped by. He popped up from behind the cooler, movie in hand and an expectant look on his face.

"So where's the DVD player? I wasted enough time looking for this thing thanks to someone." Rae just rolled her eyes at him and pointed behind the counter, which Dean just about jumped in his excitement to put on the movie.

"Sam did you give him caffeine? 'Cause he's a little…uh, he's a little 'up'."

"Nope, but we have been stuck in the car just driving for the last couple fics, being cooped up makes him hyper, it makes me think." He shrugged not wanting to have to try and further explain the inner workings of his brother's mind, he wasn't sure he or anyone could. "Don't ask me, we're related but I still don't get him."

"I know the feeling."

"Movie time kiddies!" Dean called merrily from behind the counter, hitting play on the DVD player, which fed the movie to the 5 TV's in the store. Dean did leap the counter this time and joined Sam and Rae who had settled themselves in front of a set of shelves, with a pile of candy and a bag of chips opened. "Here's a Coca-cola for you, and one for you Sammy, and one for me." The movie began and they all leaned back against the movies. "Perfect."

"You can say that again." Rae agreed as she looked at Sam and Dean, on either side of her. "Hey do you guys have a family prayer like the one in the movie?"

"Nope, unless 'Die you evil son of a bitch' counts?" Sam murmured from her left.

"Not really, no." Rae grinned contently; this was a great way to end a day.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah Rae?"

"Dean fell asleep already."

"Really?" An evil smirk crossed Sam's face. "Do you have any permanent markers?"

"Yep."

"Good, I still owe him for the last prank he got me with." Sam smiled, the tension and stress leaving him. If he could, every now and then, have a movie night with friends and revenge on Dean, he might make it through this life. With a brother like Dean how could he not?