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Monday, August 30, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 8

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

Interlude with Near

Dean's anger cooled as he looked into the gray eyes. He looked at Mello, “You got a reprieve, boy. I'm not calling you by your name until you show me you've earned it. In my eyes, you aren't a man at all.” The hunter's voice grew soft, “Come on, Near. Let's go for that walk.”

The two headed out back towards a rocky trail up the mountain, Dean stopping to grab a shotgun, shells, and a knife, handing a shotgun and knife to Near also.

Mello was about to retort but was cut off by an incredibly icy look from L. Near said nothing, taking the weapons and tucking them away appropriately. He slipped on the white shoes, following the other.

Dean found a rock outcropping and climbed up, looking to see if the teen needed help, but Near seemed to have no problem He sat down and looked out over the the mountain slopes below them. To the right, through some trees, he saw a dirt road, and the cabin was to the left amongst rocky boulders and trees. Near sat next to him.

Dean looked at the boy. “You know, I can understand better then most about not wanting things to be different because it makes me feel unstable like something's not right. I live that way most of my life and it causes a lot of pain and loss. I can really understand the need to feel stable and safe. A couple of years ago, a demon named Azazel killed my mom. Things went to hell in a basket after that. I was four years old. My life was never the same. Insecurity, feeling unstable, and being overburdened with responsibilities has been my life ever since. I don't want that for anybody, Near.”

Dean swung his legs over the cropping and let his feet dangle. He looked up the at sun as it went past its zenith. He swallowed. “There was another demon, named Meg, who was trying to separate us. It all has to do with my brother. She possessed him and was using him to kill hunters. He thought he'd killed me but I caught him. We got into a couple of really nasty fights before we got her out of him. Bobby gave us a couple of these amulets and said they would prevent it happening again. Sam and I, we went and got them tattooed on our chests.” Dean pulled up his t-shirt and showed Near the black tattoo. “This is not something that I really wanted to have on my body for the rest of my life, but it was for safety and sanity, so I did it. What I gave you is only for a short while and it is a weapon that you wear. Like everything else you keep around you to feel stable and sane, do the same with it. Evil things have a hard time with it...demons can't deal with it at all. They can't enter you. I know it's not white and it's not what you feel comfortable with, but safety is part of stability and sanity. We'll sit here and be quiet and let you think on that.”

The quiet surrounded both of them as Dean finally lay on his back and watched the clouds going by overhead and let the young man consider what he had said.

Near broke the silence. "Near knows nothing about Near's father, only that Near's mother was a drug addict who gave birth to a premature albino baby. Near was handed from foster home to foster home as most people were unprepared for Near's intelligence or behaviors. Finally, Watari found Near and brought Near to a safe place where Near could learn." Large gray eyes turned to Dean for a moment. "Near is autistic and does not understand emotions. This frustrates the others. Mello especially. Change does not come easily for Near nor does other things. This is difficult for many to understand. Yet Watari and L have and do not mind."

Dean had tears in his eyes as he looked up at the boy. “I don't mind that, Near. You are smart, very much so, but you have qualities about you that show how you can see inside a person and you ask questions that make a person think about themselves and why they do things. I like you, Near. I can't help being protective of you when Mello starts that crap. I can't help it. I'm not gonna let him do it. Okay?

My story is different then yours, but in some ways it's similar. Similar in that there was a childhood that had no love, no mother who would care about you. I grew up fast, and never got to be a kid. My Dad wanted soldiers to help him fight and find his revenge. Sammy's life is way different from mine, but like it in others. He's angry. Me, I hurt. So, having emotions isn't all it's cut out to be. It may make people feel uncomfortable, but I'm gonna tell you something. You be you, and who you want to be. Don't worry about them.”

His fingers played with the robot toy he'd brought with him. "Because Dean Winchester has emotions, it makes Dean Winchester more effective at what Dean Winchester does. Near will be an adequate L but not to the level that the current L is. L understands emotions better than Near."

“Then find those you trust who have emotions and understand them and they will complete you and make you more then adequate, Near.”

"That is the difficult part as trust is hard to come by." He seemed almost too old for his age.

“Yeah, it is.. I'm 31 years old, Near. I trust Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and, to an extent, Castiel. They're the only real friends I've got. Now, I'm not sure of Sammy, and that terrifies me. Trust is hard to find, but you never give up trying. You have Watari for the time being, and L. I know there are problems with Mello, but what about Matt?”

"Near has no friends," was the soft answer before he went on to answer the rest. "Matt is a follower for the most part. While Matt is highly intelligent, Matt prefers the games and computers to the rest of what Near, Mello, and Matt are being trained for. Matt and Mello are close..where Mello goes, Matt follows. There is a deep bond there that Near does not understand." He looked at Dean. "Sam Winchester was possibly misled. Sam Winchester's only fault here is being human in Sam Winchester's desire to avenge family. L and Watari will help Sam Winchester understand this and give Sam Winchester the tools needed to move forward."

“Near, I'm your friend, and I will try to be here for you as much as I possibly can. I'm a hunter and on the road, but if you need anything, you call me. You got your cell, cause here's my number. You call me any time you need me. If I can't get there because of a case, I will send someone I trust to help you, but you won't be alone. I promise. I'll be the friend you need.”

The gray eyes went wider. "Dean Winchester would truly be Near's friend?"

Dean sat up and held out a hand, “Yeah, Near, and your protector as much as I can be. I'll be your friend for life.”

He didn't smile but his eyes held a light to them they hadn't had previously. A small hand rested in the bigger man's hand before a white cell phone was handed to Dean. "If Dean Winchester will give Near Dean's phone, Near will put Near's contact information into it."

A black phone was slid into Near's smaller hand and both began putting their information into each other's phones. Dean added Bobby's and Sam's phones as second contacts under his information, along with who they were. He gave Near back his phone, a gentleness in his eyes, and the laugh lines showing.

There were two phone numbers, plus a personal email address that had been put onto Dean's phone.

“I can use a computer for research, but I will get me an email address and we can send each other messages that way. I'll learn all about it, I promise. Come on, let's head back before it gets any later. You know about cleaning firearms as well using them? Sharpening blades? It's a good skill to have along with everything else you're learning.”

"Near's lessons in martial arts have taught Near about using bladed weapons. Near was also taught how to use and care for fire arms. Not that Near is fond of using them."

“All I've ever done is hunt monsters.. What I really would like to do is find a nice town to live in, open up a garage and be a mechanic, or even better, become the fireman I always wanted to be. I want to mow a lawn, plant a garden, and have the upkeep of a house to worry about. I'd like a wife and kids. It's what I want, Near. Whether I'll ever see it, I don't know. You seem to be proficient in a lot of things. Can you box, or fist fight if it became necessary?”

"Near has learned kung fu and can use it for self defense."

“Well, whatever you do, be a master at it, but always know a little bit more. I knew a sensei who taught tae kwan do. He also taught his people to box and grapple. He said it's never enough. That's for you to decide, though. You know what you need more then anyone.”

Dean got up and waited for Near. He'd thought about offering a hand but felt that Near might be not like that, so he waited.

The white haired teen rose. "Near is too small for those but has become effective with this style."

“Well, my friend, hopefully, they have a network going. We have to pinpoint the lair. You up to that? I imagine you are probably the best of the three with that.” Dean grinned as they headed back down the trail.

Near followed alongside. "Near will guide Mello, L, and Dean Winchester as best as Near can. With Near and Matt on the case, success will be given."

“You know what, Near? I believe you.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 8

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

Castiel, Dean, Mello, and Near

L stared at the angel. "Then I offer my services. Bring whatever information you have to me, I will assist in solving this." It wasn't often the world's greatest detective volunteered.

The angel stared at the detective, contemplating the offer. This may surprise you, detective, and I know it will Dean, but I will accept your offer. I have studied you recently. I try not to interfere in the Winchesters' lives unless it is absolutely necessary. It is not right to intervene in human affairs unless ordered to do so. Dean Winchester was dead, having sold his soul to bring Sam back from the dead. Dean suffered for what he did, in ways man can not understand, but I was told it was necessary to free him from the pit and the torture, because they broke him. He is a good man, L, and he believes his brother is. I want proof of that.”

“Wait a minute, Cas, no one needs to deal with Sammy but me. You aren't going to investigate him. He's my brother, and he wouldn't hurt or betray me. My little brother wanted to avenge me, okay? He's hurting cause he couldn't, and he thinks I can't do my job. I can show him what I'm capable of.”

Dark eyes went back and forth. "You bring me the information as to what is going on up, wherever your kind gather..and I will solve this for you. Everything ties in to Dean and his brother. In the meantime, we will also rehabilitate Sam. I do believe this..Ruby..needs to be dealt with."

“I have the knife, Cas, and I'm going to gank the bitch.”

“Not alone, Dean. We do not know what she is up to at this moment. You must be careful. She is unscrupulous, almost as bad as Meg. You go nowhere alone. I will know.”

Dean stood, arms crossed, legs apart, the stubborn look he could get on his face. “What the hell are you going to do about it, Cas? You're not allowed to hurt me.”

“I can transport you somewhere isolated, with no means of getting back without, me. Remember that.”

L held up his hand. "I agree that Dean should not go alone. If we can get the systems online, Near and Matt can monitor and advise us with headsets while Mello and I accompany Dean."

“Ruby will not be here alone, and demons will be watching everywhere. That is why I brought you here. She has communicated with the creatures, and she wants Dean dead. If they get him before you are ready, his death will not be comfortable. Stay here until your plans are formulated and you are well armed. Dean has the armaments to deal with demons, but two machetes are not enough for killing the creatures. Each of you should have more then one blade.”

"Mello and I can use them." So could Matt and Near. "We will need to ensure this cabin is safe for my companions as well. I will have the technical aspect up and running soon."

“I will be a short while. I will be bringing food and other items that will be needed.”

“Cas, you don't eat, man. Bring real food, like meat, bread, eggs, etc. Go into a store and ask. Don't just go by your own ideas on what should or shouldn't be consumed.”

The angel nodded and disappeared.

L's voice was flat. "He will not know our dietary requirements either."

“No, we'll wait til he gets back, go through what he brings...then, we take the Impala.”

He nodded. "That will be acceptable. Why don't you get started on the house protections against..whatever might be out there? I will work with the others on getting our systems back online."

Dean drew sigils on the outside walls of the house, there were devils traps at every entry. He did one by the fireplaces in the cabin. There wasn't a crack or crevice that wasn't salted. He hung charms and other magical items throughout the cabin. Then, he walked out 100 feet and began a magic litany with holy water, salt, and a few other items and marked a protection grid for the house. It took him several hours. L and the boys would stop and watch him at times.

Dean walked inside with amulets and gave one to everyone of them, including Watari. “You don't take these off. They won't stop them from coming after you, but they can't possess you.”

Near took the amulet and frowned at it. He wasn't fond of jewelry at all. The others donned them without complaint but the white haired teen looked at Dean. "Is this necessary?"

Dean looked at him, “Trust me, it is.”

He sighed and L knelt beside him, murmuring softly in his ear. The amulet was soon donned, which made Near fidget restlessly with it.

Dean watched the boy as he worked with getting guns, shotguns, and other armament ready, and was getting ready to sharpen any blades they had, knifes and machetes. He looked at Near fidgeting. Sighing, Dean put down the whet stone.

“Come on, Near. We're gonna go for a walk while I tell you a story about why they're necessary. Okay?”

Mello surprised L by speaking up. "It isn't that. Little fluff ball over there doesn't take well to change. He's worn the same outfit since I can remember."

Before L could say anything, Dean jumped in. “First off, name calling is a bully act and bullies are mainly cowards who don't pick on someone who can take them on and maybe just kick their ass. Second, there's a hell of a lot of people who don't like change...some more then others. It's easier for them when it's explained to them why a change is necessary and not permanent. You got that? Cause you owe him and everyone here an apology for that crap.”

Mello grinned and flipped him off. "I don't answer to you, and the fluff ball is used to it."

In fury, the hunter took off his jacket, “You think you're big enough boy, cause being used to it don't make it right. I'm not talking your fancy martial arts stuff either, I'm talking one on one. You think flipping someone off makes you special? It makes you an ass in the eyes of those you just might want to impress. It don't impress, boy. It don't make you a man either. It makes you look 13 if that old with no idea what to even do with a girl, much less how to act like you are mature enough to be with one, or with adults. So, come, baby boy. Without your special tricks, take me on? At some point, everyone of us has pushed an adult too far and gotten his ass kicked. It's beginning to look like your time. You are not doing that to him any more. You got that? So come on.”

Near rose from his usual sitting position and walked to Dean, gray eyes looking into hazel. "It is not necessary for Dean Winchester to do this. Near will walk with Dean Winchester."

Dean's anger cooled as he looked into the gray eyes. He looked at Mello, “You got a reprieve, boy. I'm not calling you by your name until you show me you've earned it. In my eyes, you aren't a man at all.” The hunter's voice grew soft, “Come on, Near. Let's go for that walk.”

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 7

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

Castiel's Rescue

Dean walked with Watari and headed to the table where they had eaten and began to clear it.

Near had slipped out after Watari had given the message to begin his own daily work out. The older man went to the table and began stacking dishes on the serving cart. "Mornings can be busy here. L insists that at least an hour a day is given for them for exercise. Mello is the most active of the three but with the amount of cases they go through a day, sometimes movement is curtailed."

“Yeah, they need to keep active as much as possible. It's important. Does the cart go downstairs to the kitchen? If you'll tell me where, I'll take it on down.”

"Just in the hallway beside the door. The hotel staff will pick it up."

Dean moved the cart outside into the hallway, stopped and looked both directions, feeling uneasy. He stepped back inside. It didn't feel like Ruby. Did the creatures know about hunters? Worse, did they know that hunters were here or were they after the team? It didn't feel right.

L, rubbing his hair with a towel, stepped out of a room, dressed in his usual long sleeved white shirt and jeans. "What is it?"

“Something's not right, and I'm trying to figure out what it is. Give me a minute to think.” Dean paced, went back out into the hall and stood in silence. Silence? He ran back inside and locked the door.

“Okay, you got other guests here? I mean, this is a full working hotel, right?”

L frowned. "I am unsure as to the guest population. I can have someone find out."

“No one leaves here until we figure out why a hotel should sound like like a graveyard at midnight. There's no sound out there. Nothing. No voices, no sounds of footsteps, no elevators,....nothing, L. There's at least cooks, maids, waiters, bellhops...hotel staff.”

The detective turned on his feet, pulling Dean further into the suite. "Matt, check the registry of the hotel. I need to know how many staff members are employed and how many guests are checked in currently. Mello, pull Near, check the other hotels and motels in this town. Ascertain if all is well. Once the three of you are done, hack the databases and send incoming visitors away."

The hunter turned towards the detective. “Okay, now how many people knew you were coming,and how many knew Sam and I were coming? Also, who knew it was this hotel?”

"None barring the agency that asked for my assistance. We are checked in under false credentials. Same as the suite that was booked for you and your brother." L sat at his desk chair, fingers blazing over the keyboard while the boys scrambled to follow their mentor's orders. "As far as the hotel, I change hotels every so often. I operate from the shadows, Dean. You are the first outsider to know who I am and what I look like."

“The agency that asked for help, does it have offices here?”

"No. The local office for that one is four major cities over."

Mello looked at Dean. "How do you know if that demon chick didn't tip someone off?"

“She has some use for Sam, so she's not gonna hurt him. If she sent them here, how's he gonna be protected? I can't imagine them sinking low enough to deal with a demon. What the hell could she have told them to bring them out in the open in broad daylight?”

"Birds of a feather flock together," Matt muttered, hands flying over the keyboards of two different laptops. "If she wants your brother, she'll find a way to get to him. Now she knows that we know what she's been giving him, she'll know that you'll want him out of her sphere of influence."

“So, she sold me to them in exchange for Sammy? I don't buy that. I planned on spreading a few lies around to make her come after me, but Ruby's got nothing on me worth making them take this risk. Damn it, we're not ready. We don't know where the lair is and we're not armed with the only weapon that can hurt them. We have two machetes.”

The goggle wearing teen nodded, still focusing on his tasks. "I'm in! I've gotten into the hotel's security system. I'm dumping the feed remotely onto your laptop, L."

Dean stood looking over L's shoulder, muttering under his breath, “Damn it, Cas. Where the hell are you when we need you?”

L cycled through the cameras, waving Mello and Near to their stations to get to work.

Dean remained quiet, waiting on the experts for this. No one heard the soft fluttering of wings. Castiel stood standing right behind Dean. If the hunter turned, he'd be nose to nose with the angel.

There was the sound of a gun being cocked and the blond was on his feet. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"

The gun went flying from the hand that held it and hit a wall. “We do not have time for this. Dean, do you have any idea why these creatures have come out into the open and are hunting you? Where is Sam? Who are these people?”

L answered the new arrival quietly. "Sam is under my protection and care until his health issues are taken care of. We suspect it is due to the influence of one demon named Ruby but not enough evidence to support that. You may call me Ryuuzaki if you so desire. I suppose you must be the one named Castiel?"

“If Ruby is involved in Sam's health problems, it must be blood addiction. She would use the blood to try to boost his powers, but they do not work that way. It is psychological, Dean. Ruby must want Sam badly. Why, Dean?” Castiel turned to the detective. “Why do humans feel the need to use fake names and titles. Which name or title do you prefer, detective, Ryuuzaki or L?”

The slender detective didn't even flinch. "For my own protection and that of my heirs, Castiel. She did admit publicly that his addiction was to demon blood. Watari has been working with him in the drying out process and both he and I will aid in ensuring he stays off of it once he leaves my protection." Dark eyes looked blandly into those of the angel. "I can only assume the demon sent creatures here to regain control over him. As to why...again, I can only assume you and /or your superiors would know the answer to that."

“The creatures were created millenia ago by Lucifer to be his servants. His hatred of humans caused their creation. They would look for those who are a threat to their master and destroy them ,but there has been no serious enemy in centuries.” Castiel turned towards the hunter, “until you, Dean. First, Sam is needed for some purpose we do not understand at this time, and you prevent their use of him. The most important threat is that you ARE the one who will destroy Lucifer. I have not been told how, Dean, but it is known that the righteous man who sheds blood in hell is the only one who can stop the end of the world. Dean, you are that man, and running from it is going to get a lot of people killed. They have come for you. I am assuming that you had a plan that has been circumvented by Ruby. Everyone has 10 minutes to get what they need. We are leaving. Prepare Sam.”

Mello was the one who broke the silence. "I call bullshit."

The angel turned towards the teen and raised his arm, hand outstretched and the boy disappeared. Castiel turned and said, If he needed anything, I suggest you gather it quickly. You now have eight minutes.”

L set the laptop aside and stared at the angel. "You will return"

“You will all get ready, NOW. Or, you will be leaving here without whatever you deem necessary to fight this battle. You now have seven minutes.”

“Damn it, Cas, you can't come in here like this and do this!”

“Dean Winchester, I am a servant of God and I can do whatever I deem necessary. You have six minutes. I suggest all of you be prepared. You will be traveling like your companion."

“Cas, I need the car!”

“It will be there, Dean. Five minutes.”

Dean took one look and began packing his duffel, quickly.

Watari stared at newcomer as the others began packing. They had this down to an art form "Where is the boy?"

“He is safe, where you will be in four minutes. Dean, get Sam ready.”

Dean looked at Cas, in anger. “We are damn well gonna deal with this, Cas. I promise you that. You can't come in here and order people around.”

“You are God's creation, Dean. I can do exactly what I am doing with what is his.”

“I belong to no one, Cas. I told you that before. Where is he? If he wants me, tell him to face me, then.”

“Two minutes, Dean.”

The hunter headed to his brother's room, grabbing the laptop and duffel to put his things in. He had a panicked look on his face.

Luggage was standing beside the two heirs. “Mello is going to throw a huge bitch fit." L shook his head. "Rightly so."

In seconds, they were standing outside a large cabin out in the mountains that were fifty miles away from the city. The Impala was parked out front. Dean sat on the ground and was retching, muttering how the transfers made him sick.

A blond streak came running towards them, skidding to a halt in front of the angel. "You are an asshole."

“I was created by God, so there was no interbreeding with donkeys on anyone's part.”

"Really?" L held up a hand, cutting the blond's rant off immediately. "Matt, Near, Mello, assist Watari with the living arrangements and getting Sam comfortable. He will be reaching a difficult time soon." The boys immediately obeyed and the detective stared at the angel. "Castiel, was it?"

“That is my name. I will need a list of everything you will need. Dean, besides machetes, what else will be required by you? I know how to destroy them. Who is the victim?”

"I have fault in your logic and the logic of your race." His voice was the usual flat tones as he fished a lollipop out of his pockets, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth.

“I do not understand why the demons and the angels believe a Winchester is important. I am striving to find out but it is being kept a deep secret at this time. I would like to question Ruby but she does not need to know where you are.”

"The Winchesters aren't. Mello is correct. Your superiors are feeding you lies and nonsense. Humans do not have the power or strength necessary to fight the battles that your kind face. I believe it is more of a need for transference...shift the blame onto someone else."

“The blame will fall where it will fall. My job is to protect Dean Winchester. I pulled him out of hell after we battled to enter it. Lucifer is not there. He is trapped somewhere. The seals being broken will lead to his release. Dean must stop it or face him later. It would be easier to kill Sam Winchester because he will be used for evil in this at some point, but I can not do that and not hurt Dean. I will not do that.”

“Kill Sam? Like hell, you bastards will! I'd die for him, Cas, and you know it.”

“Dying would serve no purpose, Dean. It would only put Sam back into Ruby's grip.”

L broke into the argument. "One could argue that the angels could have stopped this before Dean went to hell, thus keeping these seals intact. One could also argue that a human cannot kill this so-called being named Lucifer. Is it not in the literary work called the Bible that an angel named Michael threw him out of heaven?"

"Yep," Mello chimed as he came out of the cabin.

"So it stands to reason the Winchesters are not as important as your kind believe they are. I would suggest doing actual detective work instead of blindly following orders and putting innocents at risk."

“I have doubts, L, which is why I am protecting Dean Winchester and not allowing Sam to be harmed. Things are not right, but I do believe the angels think that Dean is the only answer. I do not know why, but I intend to find out. There are angels who have the answers who are fallen but it is a great risk. Any angel who is in contact with them becomes one of them. I have to know beyond a doubt that they are right before I do this.”

“You will all be safe here. I have hidden the cabin from prying eyes. It can not be seen. I need lists of what is needed.Whenever you are ready.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 6

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.


The hunter looked at Watari. “Where's L this morning?”

"He takes a bit of his morning to exercise and then clean up," was the soft answer. "He's practicing."


"Capoeira," Watari responded.

“I haven't heard of it? Martial art form?”

The older man nodded. "It is actually." He told Dean about the history of it.

“Like a dance? I bet it's beautiful to watch. Dad taught us how to fight. I'm not bad, but I am not trained in martial arts a whole lot. What we fight doesn't usually require it.”

"Would you like to see? If you're finished, I can show you. He's probably still working at the moment."

Dean's eyes lit up. “Yeah, I would..if he wouldn't mind.”

He shook his head, rising slowly as bones popped and creaked slightly. "He won't. Follow me."

Dean felt a sense of excitement run through him, and it had been a long time since he had felt it. He enjoyed anything that required the discipline that martial arts demanded. His dad required it from him daily. Being the good soldier took a lot.

Watari led him to a room connected to the suite, opening the door and leading Dean into the room but keeping the duo beside the wall. Music of an almost African, nature heavy with drums, filled the room. L, dressed in loose clothing, was lost in the rhythm. His agile form, which usually looked so frail in his usual clothing and slouched posture, performed flips, kicks, and kicks performed while in a hand stand. It was a dance..deadly but beautiful.

Dean stood stiff as a board, not moving an inch, gazing in awe at L's movements, and becoming drawn into the beat of the drums. His eyes never left the form of the slender man, becoming mesmerized by the control displayed.

Eventually, the workout came to an end and L stretched for a moment before his body sagged back into its usual slouching position. He shuffled towards them. "Good morning," he greeted them.

Dean couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was still on the movements and the control this slouching man had shown moments earlier, and he showed no signs of perspiration, heavy breathing, or weakness. He continued to stare at L, his eyes wide and mouth open. It wasn't rudeness that caused the lack of response It was total awe and respect for the man.

"Are you well, Dean?" The question was accompanied with wide eyes and soft voice as the detective watched him.

Dean came to himself and was flustered that he was actually blushing from embarrassment for being caught staring in such a way. “Huh? Er...I'm sorry. That was just totally awesome, man. Seriously awesome.”

A small half smile quirked the dark haired man's lips. "Thank you. Each of us practices a form of martial arts..for discipline, exercise, as well as self defense. Mello uses a style of karate, Matt an older form of Tae Kwan Do, and Near, due to his smaller size, a style of kung fu that utilizes speed over power."

Dean nodded. “I was never taught the regular discipline of martial arts, but my dad was a former marine, and we were taught to fight like them. I can usually handle myself in a fight. I can take the blows and stand my own against several men, but I've never fought someone who has had the discipline. Probably get my ass kicked. I enjoyed watching. Thanks.”

"You are most welcome. Watari, I believe it is Near's turn to go first this time." L kept them on a rotation so there wouldn't be any fighting over favoritism in regards to using the room after he had finished. "I must clean up. I will rejoin you in a short while."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 5

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

Respect and Breakfast

Dean leaned down to search his duffel and noticed things had been moved in it. Frowning, he carefully moved clothes, bullets, and a couple of old books he'd liked, looking for his whiskey bottle. The one in the car was empty, and he knew he needed to sleep. He couldn't find it. He began to curse under his breath. He couldn't afford good whiskey, and really needed it. He really had little left to spend on things like alcohol. The only ones who had been alone with it were the boys and Watari, the boys didn't seem the type. Had Watari seen it when looking for things he's asked for? If so, why take it? Dean looked up and his eyes met Watari's across the room, a brow went up. He so wanted to ask the man. How the hell was he to sleep now? He didn't want to deal with nightmares again...he couldn't.

The older man tilted his head questioningly.

Dean looked down at his duffel and back at the man, eying him questioningly and nodded towards his duffel and gazed intensely, the hazel eyes demanding an answer.

Watari was unsure as to what the man wanted so pointed at a bedroom and headed there.

Dean slowly got up and followed the older man into the bedroom. The younger man stared at the man. “Look, someone has taken something I need out of my duffel, so how do I go about getting it back?”

"No one has messed with your bag, Mr. Winchester. What is missing? I can get you a replacement."

I keep an extra bottle of whiskey wrapped in some of my clothes so it doesn't get broken, and it's not there. The one in the Impala is empty. It's not good stuff, cause I can't afford the good stuff, but a kid could get real sick on it. I don't think they had time to drink any of it. Will you find out who has it?”

"The boys haven't been near it, but I will check. I didn't think you would need it, sir."

“What do you mean, 'you didn't think I would need it?' Do you know where it is?”

"No sir, I had no idea you had alcohol. I said that because you inquired after it and you do not seem the type for hard liquor."

A pained glance was in the hazel eyes but never made it to the face, and it was a swift look. “Thank you for that. I wish it were true, I really do. My life didn't work out that way, and sometimes you need to forget. Okay? That's more information then I ever give.“

His voice was soft. "I have sleeping medications that do not leave hangovers, are non-addictive, and will be better for your liver. It will work for tonight, at least, as the bar in the hotel is closed."

“Sammy will tell you that I can go to sleep in seconds and sleep the entire night, but I've been having some very bad nightmares, and they wake me up. The whiskey deadens them, and I can sleep through anything when I drink it. Can your medications do that?”

"Actually, yes. My boys may seem very calm but nightmares can be a troubling thing if and when they do sleep." Watari went to a lock box, opening it and fishing out two pills. "You may sleep in here tonight, sir. Take these and immediately get into bed. They kick in quickly."

For a second, there was a hopeful look on the young man's face, and Watari caught a glimpse of what he must look like when he didn't try to carry the world on his shoulders. He realized that the man was younger then he appeared. Dean reached over and took the pills from his hand. He looked up and the hazel eyes met his gaze for a second. As if afraid that too much might be read in his eyes, the older Winchester gazed over the man's shoulder, saw a door slightly ajar, and assumed it was the bathroom. He needed some water to take the pills. When he returned, Watari was gone. He took off his jacket, buttoned down shirt, boots, socks and jeans, and crawled into bed in his t-shirt and boxers It only took a few minutes for the pills to kick in and the hunter slept well for the first time in months.

Mello and Matt had retired a short time later with Near conking out on the floor hours before dawn. L worked through the night, eyes focused on the laptop screen.

It was late morning when Dean woke up, and had to think to remember where he was. He saw his duffel on the floor, and sighed in relief, still wondering where the hell his whiskey had gone. He remembered that Watari and the boys had been with Sam or L. The only one alone with the duffel at any time would have been L. Dean had requested things from it, and it had been brought because he needed shells and things. Would L have taken his whiskey, and if so, why?

The more Dean thought about it, the more he realized that these people would look upon going into his things and taking something with distaste. That left only...Sam? Why?

There was a tap on the bedroom door and Watari's voice calling out to him. "Sir, breakfast will be up in twenty minutes."

Dean looked up at the door and asked Watari if he would come in for a moment. He had something to do that was difficult for him but felt it was necessary at the moment.

The elderly man entered when asked to, giving him a curious look. "Yes, Mr. Winchester?"

Dean's face was red as he looked at the older man. “Watari, I won't make excuses. I was rude last night. I'm not used to being around honest, caring people, who live by standards I've only dreamed of. I made accusations last night that, in the light of day, I could see were asinine I want to apologize for what I did. It had to be Sammy. I'm sorry.”

He moved and patted Dean's shoulder in a manner much like a grandfather would. "You have been under a great deal of stress. Think nothing more of it."

Dean rose to his feet in respect for the man, his eyes glistened, and his voice choked a little when he said, “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your kindness.”

A soft smile curved his lips. "You are welcome, now get your shower and change. Breakfast will be up soon."

Dean nodded, gathering clean clothes and heading to the bathroom. It had not yet been recognized that he'd crossed a line of respect with Watari. Few men earned that respect and the word 'Sir' from Dean Winchester. His father, because Dean had been brought up to respect him, Pastor Jim, who was now dead, and Bobby Singer. The hunter now considered Watari in that group..someone he could trust and respect.

Watari went to check on his other charges before moving to check on Sam. The young man was still out of it for the moment, and Watari was planning on ensuring that this Winchester would be off of the blood and not going back on it when the boys left to go on their next adventure.

Dean never questioned obeying the older man. He rushed through his shower, shaved and dressed quickly. He hurried out and saw no one in the living area as of yet. Probably getting a shower and dressed, themselves. He went in to check on Sam and saw Watari watching his brother.

Dean cleared his throat and asked, “How is he?”

"He will be reaching the hallucination stage of the drying out process within a few hours. The suite is soundproofed so he will not disturb the hotel's guests." Watari turned to face Dean. "Sir, whatever you hear, you must not come in. The hallucinations may feel disturbingly real to him but it's a vital process. His mind, body, and the blood will be fighting each other."

“These hallucinations...are they what his mind is really thinking and what he's feeling? I just need to know. Oh, about this hunt? I will need a map if at all possible. One of this town and the surrounding areas. I need to pinpoint every sighting, any strange happenings, and the murders so we can figure out where the lair is.”

"The information will be provided, sir. Eat first." His voice was mild but authoritative, showing he wanted Dean to take care of himself.

“In the main area, or do you have a dining area in this suite?”

"There is a table you can use. Most just eat at their work stations," he shrugged slightly. His wards had unusual habits truthfully.

“A table would be nice. Sammy and I try to eat in restaurants as much as we can afford to. Even a burger place has a table, paper napkins. It's kinda nice.”

He smiled and nodded, heading to set things up.

Dean followed and started helping set everything on the table.

The boys were at their work stations, nibbling on their food, and Watari poured coffee for Dean and tea for himself before sitting down. He'd ordered a good sized breakfast, unsure as to what their guest would appreciate.

Dean was well rested, still worried, but worry was a major force in his life. The rest helped tremendously. The food was wonderful, and being Dean, he tried some of everything.

The older male ate slowly, often keeping his eyes on his charges to ensure they didn't need anything. Mello, for once, was immersed in his work and not trying to pick a fight with Near, who was focused on his laptop while stacking dice.

Dean noticed Watari's gaze kept going back towards the teens. He watched them at their work, and turned back towards the older man. “They're smart kids. Do they ever get the chance to just be kids?”

"Matt, probably due to his love for video games. He drags Mello into them when he gets something that he feels Mello will enjoy. a different case."

“Yeah, I noticed, but didn't want to ask. He's a good kid, you know.”

There was a spark of fondness in the old man's eyes. "He is. I'm proud of all of them."

“Yeah, well Mello and Matt are gonna have to grow on me, but Near reminds me of Sammy in some ways. Hard to pinpoint it but he does.”

"I look forward to meeting the young man when he's completely off the demon blood and see. Near is an unusual individual. Intelligent yes but unique. All of them are. I don't tell them often enough, I'm sure, but they are very special to me. L was the first I took under my wing."

“So he told you I figured out who he was? I'm surprised. He seems kind of closed mouthed about things. You raise him or get him as a teenager? He's pretty smart too.”

"I found him as a child. He started solving cases about two years later," was the quiet response.

“So, he didn't have a childhood either.”

Watari shook his head. "I tried..but with children with IQ's that high, it's next to impossible."

“I guess it would be, but at least you tried. There's people in this world who don't get that opportunity. They chose for themselves because of their intelligence and you offered other things. That's okay.”

The older man nodded, sipping his tea with a distant expression in his eyes. "Most orphans are overlooked when they are this intelligent. I worry for all my boys."

Dean nodded, thinking the kids were lucky to have someone like Watari. He and Sam had had Dad but they might as well have been orphans considering how things had been. He tried shaking off the thought. It did no good to think about it, honestly. More pain to deal with and dealing was hard.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 4

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

First Laid Plans

Dean's cell finally rang about 4 in the morning, and Bobby's tired voice was heard on the other end. “Hey, Bobby. You find anything? Yeah? What do you mean by that? Are you sure? Yeah, Bobby, I know that, but really? Okay. How do we kill it? What? Aw, come on, Bobby, you got to do better then that. Hell no, I'm not letting anybody do that. I'll do it. Night, Bobby. No, I'm not listening to reason. Night, Bobby.”

Several sets of eyes were turned to watch Winchester, waiting for answers.

Dean was quiet for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts. He looked up at the others and stared,

“It doesn't have a name, mainly because the ancient people of Mesopotamia, who conjured it up out of hell were too terrified of it to name it.”

"What else," Mello asked, snapping another bite off of his chocolate bar.

“There's more then one. A female who rules the clan, and several mating pairs, and a couple of males who will fight for her. To breed, they need human flesh. They enjoy torturing their dinner before they devour parts of it. “

The three heirs shared a glance before the blond muttered. "That's a hell of a kink."

“It would be if she mated with one of them. It don't work that way, it would seem. The queen has other needs to produce her kind above the others, she needs a human, and it isn't normal, okay. Anyway, killing her will kill off the others, make them weak enough to be hunted. They draw their strength from her.”

"How is it killed?" L was twirling the lollipop idly as he listened.

“You want it straight? We got teens here.”

He nodded, knowing they could handle it.

“Her body chemicals are highly acidic, and it burns enough to hurt like hell but not destroy you. When she orgasms she loses control of her defenses. In that instance, you have to cut off her head. That's it.”

"You mean to tell me that someone will have to engage her in intercourse for another to get close enough to decapitate her?"

“Yeah, that's what I plan to do. It's the only time she's defenseless and the males are not around her. You got any better ideas, tell me now.”

L leaned back thoughtfully. "I have enough pull to get someone brought in for that purpose alone, keep one of us from being injured."

“I appreciate that, but no. You wouldn't know anyone who can get in and out of there like I can. I have been doing this kind of thing since I was a kid. I know how to survive the horrors. Most people have never come up against the supernatural. No, I'll do it.”

Near's voice piped in."If Dean Winchester and L were to be in position while the third does this, then Near sees no logical reason for Dean Winchester to put himself into a position where Dean Winchester could be harmed."

“You don't understand. They can smell you, and no one is going to just sneak in there without being found and murdered. The only one who can get in is the one she wants. I plan on making her want me. I'll do this, you be ready to come in once she's dead. You cut off heads. None can survive. You get me out. I'm trusting you for this, and I'm not trusting anyone else to do what I know how to do. Okay? No arguments. You brought me here to do a job, then you damn well better let me do it.”

The small teenager shook his head. "Human beings are so confusing."

“I'll let you in on a little secret, Near. Monsters and demons, I can understand, but humans scare me. They will do things that don't make sense at all to me.”

He curled a lock of hair around a finger, frowning slightly at his computer screen. It was obvious he really wasn't pleased at all.

Dean frowned, knowing he had upset the boy, who, for some reason, reminded him of Sammy. He wished he could remove the frown, but he seemed destined to hurt people, and saw no way out of what life threw his way. He looked at L. “ I have two machetes. We will need more, and they need to be razor sharp. Taking off a head isn't as easy as you think.”

L looked at the clock. "They can be purchased tomorrow morning. It is too late at the moment to consider shopping."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 3

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.


L took this time to speak. "Indeed. Now, I believe we should discuss where to go in regards to the case."

Dean nodded, looking at the laptop he had been loaned. “You got any files on everything that has been happening? I need to know times, places, dates, everything, even if it's tiny. Little things can give you the answer some times. This is bothering me because, I've never seen bodies messed up like this before.”

Matt spoke up. "Folder labeled with the town name. All the data is there. We keep things organized."

Dean opened the folder on the computer and started reading. He looked up, “Could I get another cup of coffee. This is gonna take a while and alcohol is not a good idea right now. I need a clear head for this.”

Watari placed a tray near Dean's elbow, complete with coffee, the condiments, and a pastry in case the other was hungry. L was at his own chair, sitting in his odd way, sucking on a lollipop as he read through a file on his laptop. Typing could be heard from the heirs as well.

Dean's serious face looked at the apple pie, and Watari saw something none of the others had experienced yet...the Dean Winchester charm. His eyes lit up and kindness showed in them, the laugh wrinkles showing, and there was a beautiful smile, as he murmured, “Thank you.”

"I take it apple pie is your preferred sweet, Mr. Winchester?"

A large grin formed for a minute. “Hell, yes. Ever since I was a kid. We had some at a restaurant. Bobby let me have a slice all my own, and I didn't have to share it with Sammy. That was rare, you know. Best tasting thing I ever had. I like all pies but apple is my favorite.”

The older man smiled, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Then I will ensure to keep some on hand for you."

Dean's eyes responded, then he said quietly, “Seriously? That would be awesome. I don't get to have it as much as I'd like. Thanks.”

"Are there other foods you enjoy?" He was used to keeping food on hand at all hours.

“I enjoy a good breakfast for one thing. The meal you fixed tonight was fantastic. And, I love a good cheeseburger and fries. You have awesome coffee, good and strong. Thank you, but you don't need to bring anything for it because I drink it black. I do like a soda once in a while and bottled water. That's all I can think off. Thank you for asking.”

Watari gave a small bow. "Part of my responsibilities is to take care of the detectives I am with. L and Mello are fairly easy to provide for. Please tell me if a craving should come your way."

Dean thanked him again, wondering what difficulties Watari had with Matt and Near. He ate a bite of the pie, his eyes closing again, in enjoyment. He held the coffee cup and went back to reading the history of the case. He began to frown as he read. “I can't think of a damn thing that meets this, but a lot of things escaped when Heaven's Gate was opened. Could be something we haven't seen before. That's a damn scary thought. We need to back track to ancient legends and see what we can find. If this has never been seen, we are in deep shit.”

Matt peered at Dean through his goggles. "Are there any online resources you typically use? I'm pretty good at research?"

“Sammy's laptop was brought in? Open it and he has a file that has all the sites. We've come up against some weird shit so far.”

He nodded, scurrying after the computer. After a few moments, the teen made a face. "Slow."

L cleared his throat. "Not everyone has the advantages we do, Matt."

He winced. "Sorry."

Dean cleared his throat. “In our work, you don't get paid. That's the one reason we have criminal records for credit card fraud. We have to live to do the job. People are grateful but they damn well don't pay you. That was all we could afford.”

The senior detective frowned, removing the lollipop for a moment. "Understandable. Unfortunately, my heirs are not as familiar with that type of life, which is why Matt was reminded of that."

“As I said before, you don't know only know what's in police reports and newspaper articles, and maybe a few eyewitness reports, but not the real ones. People who know what we do, say nothing. Who the hell would believe them? Life as a hunter is hell, man.”

Mello sighed. "He apologized..let it go. You don't need to keep harping on it."

Dean snapped, “You know, living life as a smart ass towards adults will have you ending up like me. I was explaining what it's like, since you guys seem to have whatever you want. Okay. Now, you can cut the crap because I don't deal with it.”

The blond stared at him, then shrugged. He didn't answer to the other..just L and Watari.

Dean snorted, but the damage had been done. The older Winchester brother went back to doing what he did best...he clammed up. Another thing L did not know was he was not open about himself, his family, and certainly, not his emotions. He'd said more this night then he had in ages. None of them realized that they'd just lost that. Watari might be the exception, he'd seen the man's eyes go steely, and then dull, and a strange look appeared on his face, and was gone in a fleeting instant. He was now all business.

"Mello," came the flatly spoken comment from L. "The attitude is not appreciated."

A mumbled sorry came from around a mouth full of chocolate.

Dean nodded and said, “It's not important. Going back to this thing. I don't remember anything like this. Bobby has tons of ancient books. He might be my best source.” Dean got out his cell and called South Dakota and Bobby Singer.

L continued typing in his odd manner, researching through the 'net on what he could find that could possibly match this case.

“Hey, Bobby. Nah, we didn't get any days off yet. Yeah, Bobby, I know we need it. Look, we got a nasty one and I sure as hell can't figure what it is. Your computer up? I'm gonna send you an email. See what you can dig up, would ya? I don't have your resources, and I don't think this world has seen this thing in centuries....maybe longer then that. Yeah. Thanks, Bobby. I know, it's not easy right now. Sammy's got problems, so rest will have to wait. Okay. Bye, Bobby.”

Dean turned to L. “ You have my files then you know who the hell he is.
How much of this can I send him?”

L pointed at Matt who grinned. "I have a file ready to send. You got an addy for me?"

Dean gave him the email address, mumbling, “You know he's gonna wonder who the hell this is coming from. You ain't hunters and he will gather that pretty fast. This may be a need to know basis, but Bobby Singer is the best when it comes to research. He's got stuff you've never even dreamed of.”

Near looked up. "Perhaps this Bobby Singer would be willing to share information."

“You're damned right he will. That's why I called him. Bobby's family to me, and he's a hunter. We'll know whatever he can find. Might take some time. He actually uses books.”

He gave a vague pleased look. "Good."

Dean's serious expression melted a little at Near's response. He knew the boy had problems, but like himself, he carried on. Dean found himself admiring this one with more then just a little respect. He wasn't disrespectful or an ass, both of which his dad would have beat out of him.

L tilted his head. "If he has the resources you speak of, I wonder if he would be willing to allow technicians to scan and electronically upload his library to a database."

“You'd have to ask. Some of the stuff he has no one knows is in existence Some of it is dangerous for anyone to know it is real. Have to ask him.”

"I believe I will."

Dean nodded and reached for his dad's journal, a thickly stuffed notebook with papers hanging out of it.

Near blinked. "Dean Winchester, what is that?"

“My dad's journal. Sam's building a data base of everything in it. When we are at Bobby's he scans newspaper articles and everything into it. Dad's notes he types in.”

"Does Dean Winchester require assistance with that? As the group is waiting for a response, this would be a simple project."

“A lot of it is on Sam's computer, He's set up categories and stuff. If you don't a have problem with a slower machine, sure. You can do it. Just look at what he's doing. The papers and stuff have to be scanned.”

Matt grinned. "I can set it up with a more efficient database. I think I've got enough hardware on hand to modify this to run better for him too."

“That would be great. Thank you.” Dean went back to going through the journal looking for anything he may have missed, but it was useless. He handed to the journal to Near, and leaned back and closed his eyes which were burning from exhaustion. He sat up a few minutes later, and asked Watari if he could have another cup of coffee.

Another was brought quickly, though the older man rested a hand on his shoulder. "You should try to get some rest, Mr. Winchester. This lull is a good opportunity to try."

“I have these stages like this where I can't sleep. I have way too much on my mind. I tried almost every night on the drive here. Tossing and turning is only worse. I'll just drink the coffee and it will keep me wired and awake. That's what I need right now. Probably won't get much til this is over.”

L's voice was soft. "Watari has some mild sleeping aids that will help. You should take advantage of this peace and quiet.”

“Alcohol does it too and that's what I usually use, or company when I feel the need. I don't do sleeping pills. Too dangerous, but thank you. I'll drop when I hit that point.”

"As you wish."

Dean ignored the concern, not thinking it was serious. Very few people really cared. Bobby, Ellen, and Jo did...Sam used to. He winced at that thought, wanting to push the demon killing knife through Ruby's chest and watch her die, knowing it would be permanent. He drank the strong coffee, knowing it would keep him awake but make him jittery in a while. Too much to search for and he was waiting on Bobby.

Watari laid a plate with a sandwich beside him. "This will help with the jittery issues from caffeine"

Dean looked up, surprised. “Thank you.” He took the plate and bit into what he considered to be a great sandwich. He enjoyed it more then he normally would a regular sandwich.

The elderly gentleman smiled, then moved to Near's side, putting down some food and softly insisting the small white haired teen eat.

Dean smiled as he watched the older man bullying the young teen to eat some food, pleased the boy had someone to care for him in such a way.

L chuckled softly, watching the pair and noticing Dean watching. "Near tends to forget to eat when he is involved with his projects. We try to look out for him, but Watari is always more cautious."

Dean nodded, “Sammy's like that..forgetting to eat when he's involved in something.” Dean closed his eyes for a second. He yawned slightly, frowning, and went back to the computer.

"It can happen."

“Yes, it can. For his own good, I had to bully him to eat. I figure one of these days, he's gonna retaliate in kind...if we live through all of this.”

Dark eyes fastened on Dean. "I do not see why we should not."

Dean looked puzzled, “Should not what?”


Dean frowned, a puzzled look in his eyes again. “I agree we should survive but how does that relate to making someone eat?”

"Your prior statement about your brother retaliating in kind if we live through all of this."

“I meant his concern over my drinking, the women, no sleep, and the risks I take. What do you mean by that?”

"That was what I was wondering as well."

“What? My way of life? What I do that he worries about helps me cope.”

"No, why you believed that all of us could not survive. Your phrasing indicated that you believe something negative is on the horizon." He took a sip of his tea.

“Cas told me that since I started it, I would finish it. Killing Lucifer would seem to be what he means. Not sure. If we can stop some things, we might even prevent it, but I'm not sure. Hell, I'm not sure I even want to care about it, but I do. It's our world, okay.”

L held up a hand. "I believe you should start from the beginning. The others are occupied and would not interrupt"

Dean looked the other man in the eyes and weighed his options. “What the hell. There's nothing you can do anyway. You might as well know what I unleashed and have to stop. I went to hell, as I said before. I tortured people. When I shed the blood of another person, I broke the first major seal to release Lucifer. There's this demon, Lilith, who Sam's trying to kill, who had me killed by the hell hounds She's breaking all these seals, but my breaking the first one brought all this on. If Lucifer gets free, I'm the one, according to prophecy, who has to stop him. Isn't that a joke? The Apocalypse in the book of Revelation in the Bible is right around the corner. There's no place to hide.”

A dark eyebrow arched. "And you are following an antiquated book and ideal system simply because these 'beings' said that this is how it has to work?"

“I've never been one to believe in any of this crap, but I've seen things that should not exist. It's real, whether you or I believe in it. Castiel says God exists. I laugh at that, but he thinks I'll meet God. Cas says it's my job. Hell, I'm tired. I want to just stop and run, but I can't. Millions of people will die, and I can't let that happen.”

L stared at him for a moment. "I am at a loss as to how to comment there. This Castiel may have met one powerful being but as to whether or not this should rest solely on you, no. This is I believe is a very large mistake. Humans are by nature prone to mistakes. If they want this stopped, then they should take action themselves. Most humans are not equipped to handle this type of task."

“Well, there's a prophet who says otherwise.” Dean almost laughed. “I have to show you something because I wouldn't have believed it either. Dean went into the other room and dug in Sam's duffel. He returned with a bunch of graphic novels. “These have been written the last couple of years and have a cult following of real weirdos. Don't ask. Any way, each one of these is about our lives and hunts. This guy wrote them before they happened, man. Castiel says he's a prophet, and I don't even want to believe the rest, okay.”

He took a book between two fingers and began to skim over the pages. "Drivel..sheer drivel. He actually sold these?"

“Yeah, I would feel the same way if he hadn't written them before those stories actually happened to us. Every damn one of them is true and the dates on the books are before they really happened. I don't know how the hell he has done it, but he's still writing and predicting what will happen.

"If I believed in such things, I would suggest a psychic of some kind. As it stands, I believe in neither psychics nor prophets."

“You know, I hate to burst your bubble, man, but unbelief can get you killed in my world. It's a just a warning. Chuck didn't believe he was doing anything but writing this drivel, and I would have thought it was the same thing if it weren't almost verbatim about us. Some of what he did with it makes me sick. He's got a sick fan base too. That's as far as I want to go with it.”

L nodded, eyes moving back to the laptop screen. "I suppose it is more of a wait and see type of thing. I do suggest caution in regards as to what these beings want from you. It does not make sense to put this into hands of humans."

“Cas is the only one I halfway trust, and that took some time. He believes this stuff. I'm not a big believer in what I can't see, but lately, crazy things have been going on. My only concern is keep to friends and family safe, and save the world from ruin.”

“Hmmm “