Monday, November 8, 2010
Supernatural Death Note Chapter 78
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.
“Hey, guys. There's shade trees near the open area and I thought we might set up there. Watari, are we using blankets or did you set up tables? Blankets would be easier to deal with, I think and make less work for you.”
The older man smiled. "Blankets."
“Fantastic! Everyone ready? You are coming, Watari?”
"I am," he said softly.
“Let's go, guys!”
Near and Watari followed as they headed into a portion of the gardens that wasn't used that often. The older male had set up a large blanket for everyone to sit on. There were several baskets and coolers there. A badminton net had been set up and there were balls around for various types of games.
Dean stood with a look of awe on his face. “This is great! Thank you, Watari. Hey, what new foods am I going to learn to like today, or, are we actually eating unhealthy?” He grinned when he asked the question.
He laughed softly, watching as Near claimed a corner of the blanket under a thick canopy of trees. "Unhealthy. I thought that since it was fun day, we could splurge a bit."
“Thank you.” They watched the boys running towards the gaming equipment and grabbing a volleyball. The three looked over at the others. Mello shouted at the others, “There's three of us. Dean, Sam, Ryuuzaki, Sarah, and Lisa! You five and us three makes eight. We cn play with that many.”
L shook his head and wandered to the boys. Watari had put his foot down about him working today, helped by Matt and Mello.
Mello had them in a group. “Matt and I are the captains. We get to choose teams. I won the toss.” He grinned at Matt.
Dean looked at Lisa, “Sam will be picked first. He's 6'4” and has probably played it in college. Mello! Each side has to have a girl.”
The blond stuck his tongue out at him. "Don't you think I know that! Goof!"
Dean grinned. “I can cut that dirty thing out, you know?”
"You'd have to catch me first," he snickered.
Sam murmured to Lisa, “Mello wouldn't get far. Dean can run fast.”
Matt snickered. "Mello's pretty damned fast when he wants to be. I'll take Lisa!"
The blond poked his friend. "I got to go first so meh...I'll take Ben!"
Dean grinned at the joy on Ben's face. Matt yelled, “I still get Lisa. Your turn.”
"Hmmm...decisions decisions. I'll take Dean."
Dean spoke up, “Well, that's decided. You have to have a girl so you get Sarah. Ryuuzaki and Sam go to Matt.”
The group nodded, heading towards their teams.
“Mello, I appreciate this, but with me on your team, we're probably going to lose. I will fight hard though.”
The blond grinned. "We'll kick butt; we've got Ben after all."
Dean winked at Ben. “He's our secret weapon against his Uncle Sammy.”
The little boy giggled at that when Mello ruffled his hair. "Ok, we ready guys?"
“Flip a coin and see who serves first?”
Sam pulled a quarter out of his pocket. He tossed into the air and yelled, 'call!'”
"Heads," Mello called.
Dean called out, “It's heads! All right!”
Mello tossed Dean the ball. "Your serve first."
Dean served the ball and it went right towards Sam.
The Winchester hit it back over the net and Ben hit it, Mello helping him.
Lisa ran and hit the ball hard and it went straight into an empty area. Dean and Sarah ran towards it, both sets of eyes on the ball and nowhere else. They knocked heads as Dean leaped towards the ball. Both hit the ground and Mello, running frantically, barely tipped the ball towards the net, where Ben jumped and hit it over. Dean was on top of Sarah, rubbing his head. He looked down and winced, getting up quickly. “You okay?”
L was not fast enough to reach the net where Ben's hit had barely gotten the ball over. Ben yelled, “We got a point!”
"Way to go Ben!" Mello cheered him before checking on Dean and Sarah. "You two OK?"
“That might be a lump, but I'm fine. Sara?” He reached over and began to rub her head . When she went, “Ow!” he felt the area. “Yeah. Definitely a lump. You okay?”
She started giggling. "I thought I had a hard head!"
Dean laughed, “Yeah. Me, too. The lumps will go down. Just keep an eye on them today and we'll know for sure for both of us. Can you still play?” He noticed Sam coming around to check on her and backed away.
"Yup, get back on your side, Sam," she teased as she got back to her feet. "Ok Dean, since it's our point, you serve again!"
“No kissing her, Sam. We don't want your team's cooties infesting us. We're on a roll.” Sam stood there, looking at his brother, trying to figure out if someone could be possessed when tattooed with the amulet symbol.”
Dean watched him as he headed towards the serving area with the ball. He winked at his brother and smiled.
Mello and Ben were cracking up at the comment, and L shook his head with a wry twist of the lips.
Bobby turned to Watari and Near. “Now that's something I never thought I'd hear him say.”
Watari was chuckling. "He's in a good mood and feeling playful. I'm rather pleased with that."
Near frowned. "What are cooties?"
“Yeah, it's good to see. I'd always hoped that he wasn't completely beaten down and there was someone normal inside of him.” Bobby explained cooties to Near.
Dean served the ball and it went straight towards Lisa.
Lisa bounced it back, grinning as it went for Sarah, who slammed it back. L was fast to spike it back over the net.
Dean ran, picking up Ben and lifting the nine-year-old up into the air, enabling the boy to give it a hard downwards strike
The ball hit a space where there was a gap in the players. "Nice job," Mello and Sarah called out to Ben, who was grinning widely.
“You're on a roll, Son. That's two points in a row. Way to go!”
They slapped hands, as Dean grabbed the ball, ready to serve. He hit it hard and the ball went in a straight line towards Matt.
Matt, despite being a gamer, was quick to smack it back at Dean. Dean knew that at the distance he was at and the angle of the ball that he was going to have to fist it. He hit it hard and the ball went in another straight line, but this time, towards Sam.
Sam grinned, hitting it back over the net. Mello hit it right back at Sam. The younger Winchester smacked it right back. Mello hit it right back at him.
It seemed like a consistent thing, the two smacking the ball at each other for a while. Finally the ball went past Mello and hit the ground. It was Matt's team's turn to serve.
“Was it good for both of you? Do we need a time out for a smoke?” Dean laughed after he said it and got ready to see where the ball would go.
Sarah was giggling at that, laughing when Mello goes. "Nah, this is just foreplay."
“Oh, so I wasn't good enough, huh? You're going after a bigger prize.”
The adults were cracking up at the banter between them. "I like 'em all manly," Mello snickered.
“Well, at least, if I cry, my face doesn't get covered with boogers, and don't feed him burritos. His farts are the worst in the world...and....they linger.”
Ben's eyes were huge. "EWWWWWWWWWWWWW."
Dean grinned at his son. “Even having the window down doesn't help.”
He playfully gagged. "NASTY!"
Dean grinned at his brother and said, “He's all yours, Mello, since you like 'em so manly.”
"Only after feeding him Bean-o or something." The comment had most of the group laughing, even Sam.
“You mean Bean-o really works!” Dean slapped his forehead. “All those years wasted!”
Sam and Ben both fell on their butts, laughing hard. The game had pretty much ground to a halt due to the banter and laughter.