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: Okay. Looks like I wrote pretty much all of this chapter. I think the plan was that both of us would write it, but Rae decided she didn't want to touch what I had, so I smoothed out my ideas, and here it is. Just to clarify, I'm Ellen, Rachel is my younger sister, and Dana is a character from my fan fiction "Up North". So, I hope you guys enjoy!

B/N: This chapter was written by griffin-girl02, all I can claim is that my name shows up after the title. Oh and for the record its not that I didn't want to touch the chapter its just it was too well done to mess with so I didn't.

Written: by griffin-girl02

Beta'd: by Rae Artemis

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Chapter 12: New Friends

"Aw come on Rae you can't have that much homework." Dean sighed as Rae continued to ignore him, as stead fasted read 'A Room Of One's Own' for her women's literature class. Looking up from the book she gave him a shrug.

"It just so happens I do and while I would love to play video games and steal some writing ideas I HAVE to read this or my professor will skin me alive."

"Come on Rae, it can't be that important. Last time we visited you were going clubbing, so you can't possibly be that busy now." Dean pressed on, looking at Sam who had wisely decided to stay out of it.

"Its because of last weekend that I'm in this bind! After my Saturday night and the resulting hangover I just couldn't concentrate on my homework on Sunday okay? If you'll recall it was a long, crazy night and so now I have to get to work! Why don't you got visit Ellen? She'd love to see you."

"Who?"

"griffin-girl02, she'd love to meet you guys, I've been talking to her about you and apparently she's had a similar thing with another character." She gave Sam a look of desperation. "Please Sam? I really have to get this finished, so please?"

"Sure Rae, c'mon Dean, it'll be fun." Sam walked over to his brother who was sprawled on Rae's couch, very bored.

"Fine Sammy, let's go find someone who will appreciate us." Dean loudly stated for Rae's benefit, sticking his tongue out, as he got off the couch striding for the door.

"That'll be the day." Was Rae's deadpan response as they literally faded out of sight walking through the doorway.

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Sam and Dean materialized outside Ellen's door. Muffled bangs and curses came from within. The brothers looked at each other, then Dean cautiously opened the door, and immediately tripped over a pile of clothes.

"Wow," he muttered to Sam, looking around. "Her room may actually be worse than Rae's."

Ellen was standing at her desk, tossing things onto the bed behind her.

"Where the hell are they!" She didn't notice Sam and Dean. Possibly because her headphones were loud enough for the music to be heard from across the room. Finished tearing apart the desk, she ducked under it and began flinging papers out of her way.

"Oh come on. Stupid ghost. Where did you put them?"

The boys walked over so they were standing behind her. Dean dodged a fairly hefty textbook.

"You're sure she can see us?" He asked Sam.

"She should. Rae said she talks to Dana."

"Well, let's see," he tapped Ellen's back, causing her to jump and bang her head on the underside of the desk.

"Holy Jesus! Don't do that!" She said, rubbing her head with one hand and continuing to search with the other.

"What are you looking for?"

"My sketching pencils. And yes Dad, I know what you're gonna say. If I kept my room tidy I'd – wait...that sounded like..." she crawled backwards out from under the desk and looked up at the two smiling Winchesters. "Holy shit... It's Sam and Dean." Her face cracked into a grin. "Sweet. It's about time you two showed up. Rae sent you did she? Man, I've been bored as hell the last little while. You know Dana skipped out on me? She hasn't talked to me since I destroyed her car except to tell me she wants a convertible, which she's not getting. How's Rae doing by the way, after her run in with Meg?"

"She's surviving, a bit jumpy still," Dean rubbed the back of his head, wincing a little. "But I think she'll be okay."

" I hate Meg. How would you two like to kick her ass in my next story?"

"Isn't that a little dangerous? Considering ..."

"Don't worry, I'll probably never write it. I don't write half of my stories past the first paragraph or so 'cause I run out of ideas. But even if I did, I think I can take care of myself. I mean, I'm never more than a five minute walk away from anyone, and I can run pretty fast and scream pretty loud when I have to. And I never go outside, especially after watching you guys on TV" She shuddered. " And as for the taunts, some of my friends are meaner than she is."

"So, you don't think you're crazy? We don't have to convince you we're real." Sam said.

"Nope. Like I said, I talk to Dana, but usually I don't see her, I just hear her. Ugh! What the hell did you do with them?!?" she yelled at the air. "Oh, screw it." She grabbed a dull pencil no longer than her finger and began drawing furiously in her sketchbook, not wanting to loose her idea. "Maybe you guys could get rid of a ghost for me while you're here? I'm pretty sure it's a younger boy. He likes hiding my stuff. It's frigging annoying." She finished the drawing and looked up. "Though I suppose it won't do much good. I'll probably just have another one float over from the cemetery back there, or a fetch from the hospital across the street. They can be just as bad. At least all this one does is move my stuff. The other ones have all enjoyed scaring the crap out of me." She threw the sketchbook on the floor, then leaned over the side of her bed and pulled out binder that contained her stories, and looked like it was about to explode from all the paper.

"So, are you two enjoying you're time up here in Canada with Dana?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah... I guess." Dean answered.

"Enough to forgive me for what I'm gonna make you do in a chapter 13?" she directed this at Dean

"Why? What am I going to do?"

"Can't tell ya, but I do know you won't like it."

"Great."

"Anyway..." she continued. "I hear you guys like talking about story ideas?"

It was only about ten minutes later that they heard a faint rumbling come up the stairs.

"Oh shit, here she comes."

"Who?"

"My sister Rachel. Hope that she can't see you. If she does, I don't know what'll happen."

Rachel slammed full force into the door, knocking it against the wall.

"Go away," Ellen said without looking up.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Stuff. Go away."

"Like what?"

"Writing. Go away."

"Whatcha writin' about?"

"Stuff. Go away."

"Can I read it?"

"No, you wouldn't like it. Go away."

"Why not?

" 'Cause it's a Supernatural fan fiction. Go away."

"Blech. I don't like that show."

"I know. Go away."

"Wanna play a game?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"YES!!! GO AWAY!!!!"

Rachel swung the door a bit, and then closed it with the upper part of her body still in Ellen's room.

"Help! I'm stuck!"

"No your not. Go away."

"Help – "

"GO AWAY!!!!" Ellen threw a pillow at her, narrowly missing Dean, and Rachel ducked behind the door, then opened it again. Ellen glared at her.

"Don't you have to get ready for your friend's birthday party?"

"Yeah," she slammed the door and went to her room, which was right next to Ellen's.

"Be glad you didn't have to grow up with that." She said to Dean. "You guys interested in some candy?" she reached down and opened a drawer under her bed, pulling out bags of skittles, M&M's, chocolate bars, and the like.

"You've got quite the stash there," Dean commented.

"My mom doesn't let me eat candy very much. She seems to think I'm over weight. So I stock up when I can and hide it here. Hey! There they are!" she pulled out her box of sketching pencils. "I don't think he's ever hidden them there before."

They spent the next hour talking, interrupted twice. Once by her mom saying she was going shopping and would be home around 5, and then by her dad saying goodbye before going to work. Despite all the candy though, Sam's stomache growled loudly, causing his face to turn a deep shade of crimson.

"You're lucky nobody's home," Ellen said laughing. "It means we can go get some food."

The three of them traipsed downstairs, and walking behind Ellen, Sam suddenly realized exactly how short she was. He poked Dean.

"Hey, we finally found someone shorter than you," he smiled. Ellen turned on him.

"I would have you know," she growled. "That 5'2" is not short. It is normal. You are just abnormally tall." She turned and opened the cupboard to get out plates and glasses. "Besides, I'd rather be short than – Damn." Today was one of the rare days that no one had done the dishes, which meant the only glasses were on the top shelf, which Ellen couldn't reach. She turned around and smiled. "Sam. You want to be a friend?"

"You were saying?" He easily reached up and got the glasses.

"Shut it," she turned and opened the fridge. "Sorry, no beer or pizza. We have leftover roast beef and mashed potatoes from last night. Some random other food. But don't eat that piece of cheesecake. It's my dad's, and he'll kill you. Or, actually me, 'cause he doesn't know you exist"

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The next day, Ellen decided to send an e-mail to Rae. They had had to clean up quickly the day before, so that there would be no evidence of the extra visitors other than some missing food. This was, as usual, blamed on her dad, who, as usual, denied ever touching it. The conversation was then left at that with Ellen, as usual, the only one who really knew what had happened to the food.

Hey Rae! Thanks so much for sending the boys over. I love you for it. I wrote down what happened, thought you might want to use it in your story.

Ellen

She was just about to hit send when her father yelled at her from the kitchen.

"Ellen! Did you eat my cheesecake?!?!"

Ellen sighed angrily. "Goddamit Dean." She grumbled, and added to the end of her message.

PS – Tell Dean he'll be spending the entirety of my next fic on an airplane.