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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 59

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.

Word Play

Dean enjoyed the meal and talking about some of the classes Sam had taken at Stanford, and books he had read. Dean had been finding time to read the Doyle in the midst of dealing, teaching, and healing. He knew that he and Sam still had some things to face together. He was pretty sure they'd be violent because some of them had led to where they were. He thought that L and Watari were holding off on Sam's death, his deal, his nonchalant attitude which had antagonized Sam so much, his death, which led to Ruby's control. He dreaded it, and wanted to stay where they were right now. This was what he longed for but could not have totally until they dealt completely. Sam still had the powers Dean had come to fear them after that night. Sam had honestly been healing more in that he now forgave himself completely, and Dean was still struggling in places, but getting there. He smiled at his brother, listening to his story about a professor who forced them to read Moby Dick. Dean stared at him for a moment. Never having seen the movie or read the book, odd pictures were going through his mind.

Sam quietly explained the book and why it had been so hated by the class. He noticed that really stupid, dumb look Dean could get when he'd found out he'd thought something stupid cross his brother's face, as the hunter quickly picked up a piece of sandwich and started chewing, even slower then usual. He started trying to imagine what in the world Dean had been thinking when he'd mentioned the great white whale.

"Ok, so what were you thinking?"

Dean got that innocent, 'Oh God, I've been caught' look.


“Aw, man!” Dean closed his eyes for a minute. “Look, Sam, you just got through saying how smart you thought I was. Let's forget this and let you still think I am, instead of me proving I'm not”

"Hey, I'm just curious."

“Okay. How well do you know me,Sam? I've never heard of the book. I sure as hell didn't know there was more then one movie made of it. Think of the damned title. Okay? How stupid can one man be?”

Sam grinned. "First time I heard the title, I thought it was porn."

Dean stared, “You're not just saying that to make feel better?”

He shook his head. "Nope."

“Damn, Sammy, I'm relieved.”

He chuckled at that.

“I seriously had this really strange image in my mind and it's not one I want to remember.”

The chuckles turned into deep laughter.

Dean thought about it and started to laugh with Sam. It was funny now he knew he wasn't the only one with strange ideas over the title.

Sam refreshed their drinks from the pitcher, still laughing. Dean reached for his glass, after he picked up a piece of sliced papaya. Really laughing with brother was special. It had been so long.

The younger brother was enjoying it as well, grinning at the occasional snicker and began sharing titles of books that could very well double as porn titles.

Dean had been laughing hard at the titles Sam was coming up with. Sam took a drink. When Dean told him that he always thought “Puss n' Boots' was one, the lemonade sprayed across table.

Definitely a mess to clean up but that was a funny title. Sam snickered as he mopped up the mess. "Damn, I won't be able to look at that cat from Shrek the same way." His brother started laughing so hard tears were flowing.

“I hadn't thought about that, Sam.”

"I mean..think about his behavior." He struck a pose. "I am boots.."

Dean did Sam in with his next question.“Was he bi or having one of those operations?”

"Oh my god!!!" He broke into hysterical laughter.

Dean's question had made sense to him, so he watched Sam with confusion on his face.

Sam explained it, laughing hard.

“Sam, I understand that but a male cat would need to be one or the other to be “ boots.”

"I have no idea...just struck me as damned funny."

“It's funny because that damn cat was a smart ass.”

"Oh yeah."

“Well, if his owner had him fixed, he'd need to be bi or have an operation. He couldn't operate as a tom.”

"Makes you wonder since he kept going after the girls."

“Adds a new meaning to 'pussy whipped',” was the hunter's reply.

Sam burst out into laughter.

Dean grinned, and Sam knew his brother was finally playing the game with him.

"Especially with those too cute eyes he gives."
“Yeah. Come hither and let me scratch your eyes out. Typical womanly attitude.”

“Hell, as hard as he chased after the girls, should've given him the nickname, 'Cats-up'.” Dean smiled and took another bite of fruit.

Again, there went the lemonade spraying over the table.

Dean looked up from picking over the fruit on his plate, an innocent expression on his face. “Don't you like that lemonade, Sam?”

He blushed. "I do..just..damn!"

Hazel eyes, still looked innocently at him, while his brother popped a piece of apple in his mouth and chewed.

"Brat," he teased.

“Of course, if they did have him fixed, they could call him 'Cat-nip'.”

Fortunately, it was a good thing he hadn't taken a bite or drink this time.

Dean watched him take a long drink and replied. “They could enter him in a beauty pageant if he'd had the surgery. He could actually win and it would be a 'catas-trophe'.”
This time the spray went over Dean. "!"

Wiping himself down with a napkin, Dean replied, “Well, they could put him in a B horror in high heels and let the slasher kill him/her. It would be a new 'cate-gory'.”

"No cat burglars?"

“Why? The family jewels would be gone.”

"Ohhhhh," he groaned. "Bad bad bad."

“Of course, if he still wanted to pretend he was a full male, he could go to a beautician and have a new hair style created for a start. Could call it a 'Kat- man do''.”

Sam threw a napkin at him. "Even worse!"

“He could learn from the Muppets and get a rubber chicken as a weapon. Throw it like a boomerang and call it a 'cat a- poult.” Dean ducked with that one, laughing uncontrollably.


Ducking under the table when he said the last one, Dean ended up on the ground, laughing uncontrollably, tears pouring down his face, not even wondering how the hell he was going to get back up without Sam's help. Right now, he'd enjoyed this word play tremendously.

Sam was laughing so hard, he was red in the face and crying as well. Hell, it felt good to be able to have this type of teasing between them again.

Sam swore he heard giggles under the table, and looked under to find his brother laying on his back, still tickled over what had happened. He was holding his shoulder to keep it from being jarred, because his laughter was so hard right now.

Once the laughter died down, he helped Dean back into his seat. "Shit..that was too damned funny." Sam grinned to himself, getting an idea for something later.

Dean's pale face had some color to it, and his eyes were red. “Damn, I still got it.” The hunter shook his head, and reached for his glass of lemonade.

Watari came towards them with the intention of picking up the tray. Both of them had red eyes, highly colored skin tone on their faces, and the older man was wondering what had happened. He was not the one watching the monitors. He wasn't told of a problem. He needed to find out what had happened. He'd see who was on watch and question.

Sam grinned at the older male. "It's all right, Watari. We sorta laughed ourselves silly."

Watari smiled, took the tray, but left the lemonade and glasses. “I am glad you enjoyed yourselves.”

Dean watched the older man leave and burst out laughing. “Three bets he's gonna go question whoever is monitoring us. Oh Lord, Sam, someone was monitoring us.” Dean started laughing harder then before, wondering who it was....hoping it was L.

He started snickering. "Oh man..that should be interesting."

Dean leaned over and whispered, “Let's follow him. I want to know who watched.”

Sam grinned and helped his brother up.

“Thanks, Sam. I think finishing the lemonade in my room is a good idea.”

He refilled their glasses and picked them up, slipping to walk beside his older brother.

They noticed that Watari took the elevator up to the top floor again.

“Funny place to take a used dinner tray, wouldn't you think?” Dean pressed the up button and the elevator came down to the first floor.

The older man had done that to pick up more trays so he wouldn't have to go to the kitchen twice.

Sam nodded, going into the elevator.

As the elevator door closed, Dean remembered something. “They have rooms to go and deal with things. They monitor them closely. The camera room has to be there, not the top floor.” Dean pushed a button.

They got off the elevator and went into a room that had a door that was open. They kept it slightly open and waited for Watari.

L's voice drifted out to them. "I believe they are in high spirits if that bout of hysteria is a sign. Near spotted them, though I believe I will have to get Dean to explain a few things."

Oh shit..he hadn't thought of one of the kids watching. Sam's eyes were huge.

Sam could hear Dean cussing like a sailor in a low murmur next to him. The last person Dean would have wanted to hear that would have been Near.

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