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: 'This is why I haven't been writing much this summer, because I have been working two jobs and anytime I have time I sleep.' Okay I originally wrote most of this in July but while it is true I was busy back then I am also busy now, with school and my job. Anyhow I want to say sorry and that this is just one of many half finished RAIC stories that will eventually be finished, just not quite yet.

Beta'd: Morning Sunlight who is far too patient with my lack of time management skills.

Good writing

Serenity for all

Sincerely Rae Artemis

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Chapter 14: Graveyards Are Killer

"She's not here." Sam declared for what seemed like the billionth time. Dean continued to prowl around Rae's basement suite, reading scraps of paper in an attempt to narrow down where Rae could be.

"I know." Dean snapped back tersely, clenching his jaw.

"She could be out with friends." Sam suggested, taking a seat in Rae's favourite green chair.

"No."

"How do you know she's not?"'

"Her answering machine is full of messages asking her out for a movie night, etc. She's not out and she hasn't been home in a while."

"And how do you figure that, Watson?" Sam shot back stretching out in the comfy chair, suddenly aware why Rae always claimed it. "You're the psychic now?"

"No." Dean finally looked at Sam, annoyed by all the questions. "Her fridge is empty, her cat is starved for attention and her game of Zelda, which she was playing last time we saw her, hasn't changed at all."

"Really? Wow! That I can't believe, she was so into it."

"Yeah, I'd say that's the most worrying fact of all. That girl loves her video games."

"Where could she be?" Sam pondered from the chair, watching Dean pace around the suite.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out, Sammy." Dean shot back, a mocking smile pulling at his lips.

"You don't supposed Meg…" Sam trailed off unable to finish the possibility.

"No, after what Rae did to Meg in the club, I think she'll be laying low for a while." Dean and Sam both smiled in remembering the expression on Meg's face as Rae had banished her.

"I guess that means…we'll have to do that thing you hate."

Dean sighed emphatically as Sam tried to hide his grin, not only was Dean afraid of flying, he also had developed a fear of their ability to materialize near whomever they were trying to find. It occasionally turned out badly, such as materializing half in a wall or in some very weird places. Apparently it was too ghostly for Dean's taste, he loathed to do it and avoided it whenever possible.

The two materialized in a large warehouse, bustling with activity and near deafening noise.

"Where are we?" Sam muttered wondering how they had messed up their destination.

"WHAT?" Dean bellowed beside him.

"I said, 'Where are we?'" Sam repeated louder, gesturing around them, ending in a shrug.

"I don't know, but we should move." Dean was looking over Sam's shoulder, a strange expression on his face.

"Huh?" Without further warning Dean barrelled into Sam a second before a baby forklift flew by the exact spot he'd been standing. Sam yelped as his elbow met the cement floor.

"Let's find Rae and get out of here." Dean suggested as he gave Sam a hand getting up.

"Good idea, that was too close." Sam muttered, rubbing his now sore elbow.

The warehouse was gargantuan so they decided to begin at one end and work their way to the other. Half an hour later they were still searching and slowly going deaf from the overwhelming noise level.

"Dean, we've been here before." Sam sighed, pointing out the familiar stacks of boxes.

"What? No we haven't." Dean said looking around, sure his sense of direction had deserted him.

"We have. I recognize that stack of baby food over there."

"Damn, this place is confusing." Dean said staring up at the huge towers of boxes, the constant drone of the conveyor belts beginning to wear on his nerves.

"Dean, we may have to do that thing you don't like again." Sam managed with a straight face as Dean winced at the suggestion.

"No, I'm not a fan of it. It is not happening. And that is final." Dean crossed him arms. "I mean it. End of story, no how, no way!"

"Okay McCoy." Sam smirked back, dodging Dean's halfhearted punch.

"Dude I'm so not McCoy I'm Kirk, I mean think of the chicks."

"Dr. McCoy was afraid of transporters like-" Sam had to sidestep out of a baby forklift's path again, which cut off his sentence.

"Whatever Spock." Dean growled back, aggravated by the noise and the endless aisles of cans, jars and other food product containers that went on forever.

"Well, if you want to wander around here for the next billion years…" Sam sighed, his shoulders dropping dramatically.

"Fine, bitch." Dean shot back, the noise and the desire to find Rae all winning out over his dislike of the creepy ghost thing.

"Jerk." Sam smirked back as he closed his eyes and concentrated on Rae as hard as he could. Sam could almost hear her, it sounded like she was singing a song. Sam opened his eyes to find Rae down one of the aisle in the warehouse, singing to herself.

Rae was dressed in steel-toed boots, beat up jeans, a slightly ripped black t-shirt, with a black bandana holding back her hair, which had been braided into pigtails. She was also covered in a fine layer of dust, which while it was all over was thick enough on her hands to turn them almost black. Rae was staring intently at a sheet of stickers and apparently having found the one she wanted, placed a sticker on the box and then put the box on a conveyor belt that ran down the aisle.

Conspicuous by their absence were her headphones. Rae had yet to notice them as she continued on with her picking of boxes. Dean and Sam were within a few meters of her before she noticed them.

"Oh, geez! Don't sneak up on me like that." She quietly yelled, catching the box of strawberry jam she'd fumbled at the sight of them.

"What?" Dean shouted, feigning deafness, his hand cocked to his ear.

"Yeah, I know it's loud-" Rae began.

"And dirty." Sam cut in, making his point by wiping dirt off her cheek.

"And hard work, well that or you're a sissy, which knowing you…" Dean smirked as Rae narrowed her eyes at him, fighting not to put her hands on her hips.

"Yes it is all of that, but it is also three dollars over minimum wage and being a graveyard shift means I can hold on to my movie store job too." As Rae gave her speech, she continued her work.

"You're working two jobs? Is that why you're not writing?" Sam asked, absently wiping his hand on his jeans. "Is that why you're never home?"

"No. I've just become anti-social." Rae rolled her eyes at him. "I've got to work two, my car died, rent went up and school dues are looming." She gave a noncommittal shrug. "You know the usual."

"You know its times like these I love being a figment of mass imagination." Dean smugly commented to Sam, turning away from Rae. She took the opportunity to smack him in the back of the head with ten pounds of flour, which exploded over him, making him look like a surprised ghost.

"Hey!" Dean turned back to Rae who had continued her work further down the aisle.

"Sorry, I can't stop I need to finish this pallet before my 4 AM break." Rae yawned widely, stretching her sore back. "You guys need something?"

"We were worried about you. Your apartment seemed rather empty and so we were afraid you had gotten yourself into trouble." Sam replied apologetically, while deftly avoiding a flour covered hug from Dean.

"I never get myself into trouble, dad." Rae shot back, as she vaulted the conveyor belt to get the shelves on the other side. "I just sometimes find myself in more interesting circumstances."

"What time are you off and when can we hang out?" Sam asked, getting to the point as Dean shook off most of the flour.

"I'm off at 7 AM and I'm going home to sleep for a few hours before my movie shift starts then I work there then I'm off, then…well you get the idea." Rae shook her head to reboot her tired brain. "Um, I've got a whole day off in a week, on the ninth, so if you guys drop by anytime after 4 PM I'm free." Rae held up a hand in warning. "Not before 11 okay? The times I can sleep I really want to."

"Sounds cool, can we expect the usual in culinary delights?" Sam smiled to take the sting out of his slightly sarcastic words.

"Actually I thought I might cook real food for once." Rae grimaced at the memory of all the pizza she'd had in recent weeks. "It would be a refreshing change."

"What's wrong with pizza?" Dean muttered as he and Sam, left Rae's work area. "Hey you need any help with that pallet?"

"How would I explain to the boys floating bags? I mean the guys are weird and kinda insane but not quite that much." Rae shrugged but smiled to show she appreciated the offer.

"Well don't work too hard there Pippi Long Stocking." Dean called as he and Sam took the stairs out of the tower.

"See you soon?" Sam called back to Rae, throwing in the puppy dog look for good measure.

"You guys are top of my list." Rae smiled reassuringly, as they trudged away. "Well after shower, and sleep that is."

"Your dedication is touching really." Dean smirked, ducking and fading into nothing as Rae aimed a scrunched up ball of paper at him.

"Jerk." She muttered quietly.

"Bitch." Rae chuckled as the word whispered over the conveyor belt noise, turning back to her job and actually praying for her college courses to start again.

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A/N2: Again my most sincere apologies, I'm just so SWAMPED! It is 2:30 in the morning and I'm just finally getting this up. I will try and do better in the future but until I grad life is going to be busy no matter what, so please bear with me.