Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Supernatural Death Note Chapter 83
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.
Watari planned to finish the first trial that day. He had some people hired on their day off who were part of L's special body guards, when he needed them. There were four who would be in makeup and who would be doing some attacks. Watari knew people would get hurt, but he made sure that the weapons in the car that had been left there from two days ago, were unarmed, with only blanks in them. His problem was making sure Dean didn't notice. When it came to weaponry, Dean was the most conscientious person he'd ever met.
He had trays with food on them. He knew Ben had spent the night with L, of all people. That was Lisa's doing. L had been sneaking the boys sweets all day yesterday. It was a good thing L didn't sleep much. Watari grinned. Neither Lisa nor Sarah were in their rooms. He had no problem figuring out where they were.
Watari knocked on Dean's door, hoping the other was awake.
“Yeah, just a minute.” Dean walked to the door and saw Watari with the breakfast cart. He turned and looked back at the bed. “Where the hell's Ben? Lisa? Ben's not here. Is he in his room, Watari?”
"He's been entertaining Ryuuzaki," he said with a grin.
“Still? Damn Did he get sick at all?”
"Not that I'm aware of. I believe Ryuuzaki kept him fairly well entertained."
“I imagine I need to make up for yesterday. You will note that as there was no apple pie, I ate no sweets yesterday.” Dean grinned, “What new food am I going to learn to like today?”
Lisa crawled out of bed, wearing baby doll pajamas. Watari's eyebrow's went up in surprise. Knowing Dean's past, he was shocked that both were dressed in bed.
"Apple pancakes, poached eggs, and turkey sausage," he answered.
“That sounds good. What kind of tea are we having? Oh, and what's on for today?”
"We're redoing the exercise," he answered.
“From the beginning or where we left of?”
"Beginning, I made a few adaptations."
“My face still has scratches, Watari. This time, I kill the cat.”
"It's my hope it won't be there this time around," Watari chuckled.
“I don't think those ladies running the car wash can handle having me strip twice.” He winked at Lisa as they sat down to eat.
She giggled, sipping her tea.
Dean's voice was back, Watari noticed, as the hunter leaned and spoke in a very low, sexy voice to the woman next to him, “Now if the car wash was closed, I wouldn't mind stripping there for you.”
Lisa laughed, poking him. "Behave, you!"
“I thought my behavior was pretty rock solid. Want to test it?” He grinned, winked at her and put a bite of apple pancakes in his mouth.
Another giggle came from her as she smacked him with a napkin.
Watari shook his head, wondering how Miss Lisa could handle Dean in this mood. What he found interesting was Dean was not pushing sex. This might just be the real thing with him after all.
Sam, he worried about. Sam needed regular sex to break the hold the demon had on him in that area. Miss Sarah was a pretty little thing, but not the brave type in his opinion. What she was doing out of her room was probably the same thing as Miss Lisa.
He said goodbye to Dean and Lisa and headed to Sam's room.
Sam and Sarah were cuddling and talking, enjoying each other's company.
At the knock on the door, they both froze. “Samuel, I have breakfast for the two of you. Sarah laughed. “We stay under the covers til he leaves.”
Sam made sure they were covered before he called for Watari to enter with the food.
“Good morning, Samuel, Miss Sarah. Watari put the trays on the table, glancing around as he usually did to make sure everything was all right. He saw Sarah's red robe by the recliner, Sam's clothes sprawled from the chair to the bed, and a very skimpy red top and bottom, one laying on the floor and the other on a bed post. Eyebrows went up again. He smiled softly, thinking that Samuel was definitely on the road to recovery. Miss Sarah was full of surprises.
“We will be redoing the trial today, Samuel, from the beginning, but not until around 9:30.”
Sam nodded. "Thank you, Watari."
The older man smiled at him. "Not a problem. Enjoy your breakfast."
Sarah climbed out of the bed and brought Sam's tray to him, then returned with hers. They ate in bed that morning.
Watari finished the final things needed for the setup, thinking that it would go well this time.
Dean dragged Lisa to the bathroom. “Shower with me? I promise, no hanky panky. I've dreamed of us doing this. Please?”
She smiled. "All right, love."
Dean set the water temperature and got undressed, not touching her in any romantic way, he took her hand and helped her into the shower. Using a large spongy scrunchy, he soaped it up and began to wash her body. He missed nothing in washing her. He let her rinse off and then put shampoo into her hair and began to wash it for her. She could her him humming as his hands worked her scalp and the hair.
Once she was clean, Lisa began washing him, massaging areas she found to be tense as well. It was nice being able to do this for him, giving her own claim to him.
He spread his arms and legs out leaning into the wall of the shower against his hands which were splayed out, his head down keeping the water out of his face. As she bathed him, she felt him tremble once in a while and knew she was causing it. She knew that when she bathed him between his legs that it had bothered him, but he made no attempt on her.
Lisa helped him rinse off, then washed his hair. "Feeling better?"
“Oh, yeah.” his words were breathy. She smiled.
The hair was soon rinsed off as well. "Come on, let's get dressed."
“Yeah,” Dean's voice sounded an octave higher.
Lisa giggled and headed out to dry off. Dean followed her, dripping wet and grabbed her, pulling their naked bodies into a tight hug. “I love you. Just wanted to remember what it felt like.” He went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shave.
She smiled, drying off and changed into clean clothing before brushing her teeth. Dean's dry, naked body passed her on her way back into the bathroom. He headed to his duffel, looking for clean clothes. Soon he was dressed. “I've got to get to the top floor and meet the team. I love you, hon!” He was out the door.