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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 111

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 andbefore 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 Jewelers

“Yeah, it’s gotta be right for ya’ll.” Dean got out and headed towards the door. He stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the door knob.

Sam locked up the car and fell into step beside his brother. "Let's do it."

Dean quietly said, “Yeah,” as they entered the building The rooms were elegant and very posh. The older Winchester felt as if he’d entered an alien land. He stood there looking around

A young man in an elegant suit, with watch fob, came forward and asked if he could be of assistance. Dean’s eyes grew wide as he looked at the suit and the chain with the watch part way in the pocket of the man’s vest. HIs mouth opened a couple of times. Sam and the jeweler watched the hazel eyes close.

Sam started to ask the over dressed man about rings, when Dean’s hand touched his arm.

“It’s okay, Sam. I need to see wedding sets....three piece in either white gold or platinum.”

"Of course, sir, please follow me and take a seat. Is there a particular style that you are looking for?"

“I’ll know it when I see it.”

The salesman nodded, pulling chairs out for them. "I shall be right back."

The man returned with some very pretty rings with extremely small stones in them. Dean looked at them and picked up an engagement ring so he could the stone in it.

“What are these?”

The man looked at the car and back at Dean. “I assumed these would be suitable, sir. The prices should be right.”

Dean had seen the looks. “What?”

Sam leaned back in his seat. "Sir, I do believe a manager would be better suited to attend to our needs. Just because the vehicle is old, does not mean it has low value, and I do not appreciate being treated in such a manner."

“He insulted my baby? Look, asshole, that car is a 1967 Chevy Impala, and she runs like a dream. She’s worth more in value than your vehicle probably costs. She’s a classic, and I rebuilt her. I drive her because I prefer her. That doesn’t mean I can’t afford your damn rings.”

At this point, the manager came running.

The younger brother explained the situation in terse terms and the manager shooed the salesman off, growling at him and telling the man that she would speak with him later. "My apologies, sirs, this is not how I train my employees to act with customers. Now, let me put these away and you can tell me what it is you're hoping to find."

“I want a three piece wedding set, in either platinum or white gold. The woman’s rings need to look like they belong together. I’d like them to look delicate..really feminine, The man’s ring can be plain. I don’t really care about it. At least $1000.. I’m only doing this once. It’s got to be right.”

Sam looked at his brother as the manager went to find what Dean was looking for. “Where’d you learn those words?”

“I asked Ms. Hemings. She always wears nice rings.”

The manager popped her head out from behind a counter. "Do you have a preference in stones?"

Dean looked up. The woman I am marrying is dark. I want a diamond on the engagement ring. If it has smaller stones around it like the band, I wouldn’t mind small diamonds and rubies.”

She nodded and disappeared again, coming back a short time later with several trays of rings. She took a seat on the other side of the table and set out the first tray.

Dean shook his head. “You don’t understand. I know, with the Yoga, she could probably beat the crap out of me, but she’s me, she’s very much a lady. Delicate, gentle, and loving. It’s got to be all of that.”

"Just take a look, sir, I think I know what you're looking for." One of the sets was unique. The engagement ring portion was delicate, a single diamond solitaire in a beautiful white gold setting. The flanking wedding bands made up a gorgeous flower, almost a rose, using the diamond solitaire as a dewdrop once assembled on the ruby petals.

Sam saw tears in his brother’s eyes. Dean’s voice choked as he said, “Yes. that’s the one.”

"Ring size, sir?"

Dean reached into an interior pocket in his jacket and removed a small box in which was a very lovely sapphire ring, a gift from Lisa’s parents. This is the size.”

She did a quick measurement and smiled. "Perfect. I'll have this boxed up for you, sir. Would you like this ring cleaned while you're here?"

“That would be wonderful. I also need a man’s wedding ring in the same metal. I want a really nice jewelry set in emeralds for a Christmas gift for her. Earrings, necklace, bracelet, and a solitaire ring. I’d like a good quality of gold and stones. I would like the earrings and the necklace to be lacy.”

She sent the ring to be cleaned and put the other trays up after taking the wedding ring set out. "What type of work do you do, sir?"

“I am a professional hunter, I rebuild classic cars, and I do auto mechanic work, but I hope to design my own cars.”

"Given the physicality of your work, I would recommend titanium instead of gold or platinum, sir. This way you could work with the band on and not have to worry about sustaining damage to it," she said and Sam nodded, understanding the reasons. He knew his brother would want to keep it on.

“Okay, if I can really keep it on, how difficult is it to clean? I am in harsh chemicals sometimes. Will they hurt it?

She rose, getting some leaflets for him to look over. "Our more active customers, including chemists, use titanium instead of gold or platinum."

Dean read over the leaflets. The titanium looked like white gold. It was strong and could withstand the chemicals he worked with. He looked up, “May I see what you have? Is there any chance on that emerald set?”

"I'll take a look to see what we have while you look over the rings," the manager told him as she brought him several trays to look at.

Dean found a titanium ring with a small Celtic cross engraved on it. He smiled. “I’ll take this one.”

The manager sized his hand, then wrote the ticket up so far. Afterwards, she came back with sets of emerald jewelry
Dean looked at the jewelry and asked his brother for help. They found a matching filigreed necklace and earrings with emeralds, a marquis cut solitaire ring, and a filigreed bracelet with small emeralds throughout the filgree.

“I’ll take these. If you have an emerald case to put them all in, except the ring, I’d appreciate that.”

She smiled. "I'll have everything ready to go momentarily. Take a look around while I get your purchases together. Would you like the set gift wrapped?"

“Gift wrapping would be wonderful.” Dean stood up and stretched. He looked at the different displays and turned towards Sam. You wanna look? You might find a gift for Sarah”
“Sam nodded and started browsing while they were waiting for the wrapping, cleaning of Lisa's sapphire ring, as well as writing up the ticket for payment.

“I sure am glad Watari wasn’t joking when he said L paid large fees for working for him. I bet it’s gonna be at least 10 grand, Sam. I bet that guy in the fancy suit never does that again. He lost a big sale.”

"That manager is good, very friendly. More people need to be like her," he answered as he browsed through the display cases.

Dean leaned over a case and said, “Hey, Sam this is Irish jewlery with emeralds.”

He moved over towards it, spotting a beautiful charm bracelet. It only had a few Irish charms but would be something he could gift her on occasion to add to her bracelet over the years. "I like the bracelet for her," he said, still looking over the jewelry.

“We’ll let the manager know when she comes back.”

"Dean, you're going to call me crazy..but I think I found the perfect engagement gift for Sarah," he said, eyes on a specific piece of jewelry. "You know she's not fond of rings, right?"

“Right. Dean tried to look over Sam’s shoulder at a display.”

Sam pointed at a gorgeous locket. The chain for it was braided, rose and white gold. The locket was an oval one in rose gold with the claddagh symbol on the front in white gold. The heart between the hands was a gorgeously cut emerald. "What do you think of giving this to her when I do propose? After we're married, she can put her grandmother's ring on it when she's working."

“That’s a beautiful piece of jewelry, Sam. It's definitely her.”

"From what she told me, the ring is white gold so it'll blend when she keeps it with the locket," he said softly. "It's not traditional for proposing but she's not the traditional type of girl."

“What’s important, Sam, is she suits you. If that is her, than buy it. It’s perfect from what you’re saying.”

Dean kept walking and looking and that’s when he found the watch. HIs voice was awed when he called his brother, “Sam.”

He went to where his brother was. "What is it?”

There, on a piece of black velvet material, was a gold wrist watch. The watch face could not be seen. Dean had never seen a wrist watch where the face was covered like a pocket watch. On the lid of the watch was a western style engraving of a Colt 45. Dean stared, open eyed.

“I want to buy that for Bobby from you and me, Sam.,” said the hushed and awed voice.

"That's perfect for him," he said. "Maybe we should do more Christmas shopping while we're here."

“Yeah, that’s great idea. I think we should put the day Bobby adopted us and all three of our names on the inside of that watch. We have L, Watari, and the boys to buy for also.”

"Watari might be good to buy for here. The others, I think, will be a different store. This isn't really their thing."

"No, it isn't. We need video games and electronics for Matt, and maybe L, sporting goods for Mello, and puzzles for Near.

"Problem with video games is that we've no idea what he has and what he doesn't," Sam said, looking through the cases.

“True, but he likes music too, doesn’t he?”

"Yeah he does. I think I know some stuff that he may not have. I'll have to hit Amazon though cause it'll be a pain to find it in the normal music stores."

“Well, Thanksgiving isn’t here yet. We order faster delivery and we’ll have it on time.”

He nodded. "I can do the same for other gifts from me to other people if I don't find what I want this weekend." Sam paused, staring down at a pocket watch. It was beautifully crafted andsimple, perfect for the elderly gentleman who had done so much for them. "Dean? Look at this."

Dean came to stare at the watch.

"What do you think?"

“Watari? Yeah. It’s him.”

Sam added that to the list to be picked up. "Anything else?"

I can't think of anythign else right now. I'm pretty sure what I'm getting Sarah.

"What's that?"

“I’m having that sewing machine delivered on Monday. I thought a quilter would be good. You lay the quilt in the machine, and follow your pattern that’s on a little tray and the machine quilts for you.”

"We chose the attic upstairs for her craft room since it runs the length of the wing. I had the workers reinforce it and turn it into one giant studio," he said quietly. "She'll love that though she's more hands on."

“That’s a great idea. I wish I’d thought of it. The machine would fit well up there.”

"One portion for her painting, another for works out. She'll have fun with it," he said with a laugh, picking out some bangles for the girls in various colored gold.

Dean thought for a moment. “They putting in air, eat,and ceiling fans?”

Sam nodded. "Yup, all taken care of."

“I’d like to buy Ben a good knife. I’m not sure how Lisa will feel about it.”

The manager returned with Dean’s purhases and the total. Dean smiled, handed her the watch for Bobby and the one for Watari.. The wristwatch needs an engraving. I know that takes time. May I pick it up tomorrow? Would you wrap these also? I think Sam may have some purchases.”

"I have the engraver on site if you wish to wait," she told him, writing up Sam's order as well as the engraving for inside the locket for Sarah.

“How long would it take?”

"For this order, under twenty minutes. I could give you both some tea or coffee while you wait," she offered.

“I would like a cup of...ummm...tea. Sam?”

"That'd be great, thank you." She smiled and slipped off to get them the tea and order the engraving. The woman returned a few moments later, handing them mugs of freshly brewed tea.

The lack of proper sleep was beginning to tell on Dean but he kept up the banter with Sam, and said he needed to go to the sewing store and order the sewing machine and quilting machine.

"I can do that if you want. You look tired," he told him.

“Lisa could go with you so it can be paid for, Sam. To be honest, I need a nap. Still need to figure the logistics of the pudding for two full bathtubs.”

Sam snickered at that. "No kidding. And not a problem, give her a heads up and you can hide these presents for us."

"I can do that."

"Okay," he grinned

Dean dialed Lisa and explained what was going on. He told her was tired and needed her to go with Sam and pay for the two items.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 110

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 andbefore 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.

Sam and Dean talk marriage

In 45 minutes, the Impala entered the city limits. Sam knew where the Holiday Inn was located, finding it on his laptop that morning, while helping Dean with his restaurant issues.

He pulled into the parking lot, putting the car into park before turning the engine off. "We're here!"

Dean got out, opening the door behind him to let Lisa and Ben out. He reached down his hand and offered it to the woman who had played another joke on him , two in one far. Smiling, Dean waited to see if she was going to accept.

She took his hand, getting out of the car as she did so. "Well, time for work and play, hmm?"

Dean had a slight confused look in his eyes. “What work, Lis Decorating OUR home is not work to me. Play, yeah, and we will, too.” Dean leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. There was no smirk in the smile on his face.

She kissed him back, then giggled at the playful gagging sound from their son. "Come on! Kissy stuff later."

Lisa almost choked when Dean smiled and muttered under his breath, “How do you think you got here, Boy.” He kissed her again and said, “Don’t choke too hard, son.” He went to the back of the car and started helping his brother pull out luggage, when Sam saw the bellhop with a luggage cart coming towards them.

The childish ewww had the rest laughing while they started to load up their luggage.

They entered the hotel, followed by the bell hop. Dean walked up to the registration desk, saying, “Three rooms under the name Winchester.”

The young woman nodded, typing into the computer before completing the last few steps. She gave him the price as she fished out the keycards for the rooms.

Dean pulled out a card from his wallet, smiling because this one said Winchester and was more scams. He signed the paperwork, picked up his license and the card. Which is the small two bedroom suite?” He had gotten one so Ben and he and Lisa could have privacy.

She pointed out the card. "This one is, sir."

“Thank you,” Dean responded with a smile, the Winchester charm working without any thought behind it. He turned and handed a card to Bobby and one to Sam. “These are deluxe rooms, with the bedroom off a living room and small kitchenette. The bed is king sized.” Dean was bouncing a little.

"Not bad, kid," Bobby said, taking his card.

“This time no being afraid of what the room is gonna look like and whether it’s clean enough.”

Both Bobby and Sam gave a grin at that. "Very nice," said the taller Winchester.

: “Yeah, Sam. Having clean clothes today was nice, too. No having to sit in the laundromat in something smelly while you wash stuff out of the rest you’d rather not have to wash at all.”
The older man laughed. "Yes, you three have fun getting grape out of your clothes."

Dean grinned, “They are going to the cleaners as a rush order.”

Sam laughed. "Oh good."

“Sam and I have something to go and do, so we have to change. Bobby, you, Ben and the girls can go do whatever you want to do. You can shop for the cabin or Christmas shop. Either one.”

They got to their rooms, everyone working out what they were going to do, while the boys changed.

Sarah had her own ideas on where to go and told Bobby to take Ben and Lisa to do their thing and meet up later. She had a ton of things to do and could do it faster on her own.
Sam changed into dressier clothes, brushed his teeth and hair, and then hurried out to meet up with his brother.

Dean walked into the lobby and Sam stared. The suits Dean usually had to wear never fit him right. The only time Dean had looked nice was when Bela got them the tuxes. His brother was wearing the dark brown sports jacket, tan slacks, and an open white shirt. He looked good in clothes that actually fit. He hoped Lisa had gotten a look. He also hoped the clothes built up his brother’s confidence The last thing they needed was Dean’s usual response to a lack of confidence

"Not bad, Dean, not bad at all. Ready to go?"

Dean relaxed and some of the concern left his face. Dean was walking unknown territory. He’d come close to this once with Cassie. This time he had a woman who understood who and what he was. Sam grinned, realizing that he did too.

. "All right then, let's scram and do what we got to get done," he said, heading out towards the car.

Dean paled a little and followed his brother out to the car. Sam walked to the driver’s side, wondering if the older man would say anything. Dean was too nervous and grateful someone was taking charge at this moment. He knew he needed to be in charge at the jeweler’s.

“There’s a real nice one over by court house. It’s called Simon’s. I’d like to try it. I’m only doing this once, Sammy. I want to do it right.”

Sam nodded, heading towards where he remembered the courthouse to be. "I asked Sarah once about engagement rings. She told me flat out no on that and told me what she wanted for a wedding band for her."

“You thinking about getting married, too, Sam? I’m looking for a set. Three pieces that match. They will have to be either white gold or platinum. I know what I want. I just got to find it.”

"We've talked about it but she's in no hurry, she told me," he said softly

“Sam, really? She talks kids all the time. Women usually think of kids as one of the perks from marriage. Maybe, she’s doing like Lisa. Maybe she’s waiting for you to just ask and a set a date.”

"I know she does and when I bring it up, she's all like "when the time is right' and things like that." He sighed.

“Make the time right, Sam. She says she doesn’t want a ring. You can buy her the wedding ring she wants, but damn it, buy her an engagement ring. It can be one that she wears until you take it off and put that band she wants on her hand. She can wear the engagement ring as a regular ring on her right hand afterwards. Maybe you need to claim her, Sam. So far, she’s done a lot of the chasing since you guys kind of asked each other. Be macho a little, Sam. Claim her. I’ll tell you what. She never asked you to wait. Lisa suggested that to her. Maybe you need to go further. If she gets pregnant, fine. Do what you got to do to make her yours. She wants your kids, Sammy. Maybe she thinks you aren’t ready. Maybe you need to take her to make her realize you are.”

"She genuinely doesn't want an engagement ring. She's got her grandmother's wedding ring that comes from Ireland," he said softly. "It's been handed down for generations and that's what she wants to use. It's a claddagh ring."

“Okay. I can understand that, but her hesitating isn’t normal, Sam. She still goes on and on about marriage and kids. Why, if she wants to wait? Maybe tomorrow night, you two should talk.”

Sam nodded. "Yeah..unless she's hoping to wait until after you two are done and doesn't want to rain on Lisa's parade, you know?"

“Well, I’m doing a winter wedding sometime around Christmas, Sam. How about New Years or Valentines? Ask her. Hell, if that’s all it is, we could have a double wedding unless they’re against it.”

He nodded again, pulling into the parking lot. "I"ll see what I can figure out."

Monday, December 27, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 109

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.

Joke on Dean

The truck pulled into the big truck stop, followed by the Impala, driven by Lisa. The three grape fighters were gone for about an hour. Bobby and the girls had coffee in the restaurant and waited for them.

After the time elapsed, the boys came out, showered, clean, and neatly dressed. Ben hugged his mom, who ruffled his hair and offered him a hot chocolate.

Sam sat next to Sarah in the round booth while Dean climbed over the back of the seat and squeezed in between Bobby and Lisa.

Hot beverages were served along with some dessert, giving the group time to relax before the next leg of their trip.

“Barring any more incidents, it’s not much further to town,” Dean commented. Dean did something that Sarah had not noticed him do before. He had picked up the coffee, closed his eyes, and his tongue softly touched the cup before he ever put his mouth to it to take a drink. She saw that Lisa was staring intently, her face red.

Dean sighed, “Good coffee.”

Sarah started giggling, then whispered in her friend's ear before the other woman smirked.

Dean saw this, frowned, and said, “What?”

Lisa picked up a spoonful of ice cream and began to take a bite, knowing she wasn't being watched by anyone but Dean. It was a slow, sensual bite..almost as if she was making love to the spoon.

Dean’s eyes were riveted to the spoon and her mouth. He ran his tongue over his lips several times as he watched. Bobby heard a low groan escape the man next to him.

The older man bit back a laugh. Seems Dean had tried to start something and Lisa had decided to show him that she could play that game as well. He'd found himself a damned good woman.

Dean was trying to figure out what had just happened. He had no idea why Lisa was playing this game with him when there was no where to get release. Other than the touching and pleasing one another, there had been no sex in their relationship. Lisa wanted to wait. He honored that, but right now, he wanted to haul her into the back of the Impala and take her. What they hell was going on?

Bobby, grinning, said, “We need to get going guys.”

Dean’s eyes widened. He had a panicky look on his face. What the hell was he gonna do?

She leaned forward, kissing him. "That's what you get for being sensual with your coffee," she told him, then giggled as she headed out towards the vehicles.

Sam heard a squeaky, “What?” come from his brother, who made no attempt to move.

He looked at Dean, hoping the other was all right. "You ok?"

“Damn it, Sammy. What the hell got into her?”

"What do you mean?"

“She had friggin’ sex with her damn ice cream and spoon.”

It took a moment before Sam started cracking up. "Let me guess, did you do the coffee thing?"

“Coffee thing? What coffee thing? What the hell are you talking about, Sam” What coffee thing?”

He was quick to fill him in on Dean's habit of licking his drinks before taking a sip.

“WHAT!” People turned to stare at this point.

Sam was laughing now and nodding. "It's true, Dean."

“NO! That’d be having...” Dean noticed a family with young children sitting at the table behind Sam. He turned blood red, took his jacket off and walked out carrying the jacket in front of him.

Sam walked out behind his brother, trying hard not to fall into hysterical laughter. Dean's reaction to the news about his habit was absolutely hilarious.

Dean walked around the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat. Sam was still laughing, but knew his brother still had not slept much. He really did not know what to do at this point. The older Winchester did not realize he had the habit. Lisa and Sarah thought he was doing it intentionally. Come to think of it, so did Bobby. His brother was frustrated, in more than one way, and majorly confused. Sam wasn’t sure if Dean, who’d only had a couple of hours sleep, if that much, should be driving. He hoped he did not have to force the issue. Dean at this point could be volatile.

He tapped his brother's shoulder. "Shove over and let me drive. I'll let you choose the music this time so you can't complain about brainwashing cartoon music."

Dean looked up at his brother’s tall height, sighed, and move over. He felt tired and old for some reason. His voice was a whisper, as the women climbed into the back seat. “I’d never do that to someone, Sam, unless they were playing some game first. Hell, I might play it with Lis, but not in front of Ben, for god’s sake.”

He poked him gently. "Then pick something or I'm gonna do 'kill da wabbit' for the rest of the trip."

Dean picked “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica. He laid his head back, biting his bottom lip.. The Dean Sam was used to would have chased after Lisa and kept the game going. He realized that it was the kids at the other table that had forced Dean out of the restaurant. Maybe having a family had changed his brother. Maybe for the better.

Ben drove Sam from his deep thoughts by an off pitched voice singing along with the lyrics. He bit back a groan, not wanting to discourage the boy though it was obvious he couldn’t sing a lick.

He heard a snort and turned to see his brother’s shoulders shaking. Dean was laughing.

Sam lightly nudged him, flashing a grin to tell him he found it funny too.

Dean had relaxed and was grinning back.

The two vehicles made it to the city without further mishaps.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 108

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.

How food fights lead to pranks

“That’s why Santa never brought me anything, Sarah.”

"I'd say you're overdue for coal then," she teased, settling on the blanket with her sketchpad again.

“Yeah, well, I may have never gotten coal, but I think it was more than made up for.” Dean helped set drinks and bring out the food.

She poked him with the eraser end of her pencil. "Sorry."

“It’s okay, Sarah. Honest. We’ve dealt. This Christmas is special cause it’s the first real one without hurting. It’s gonna be great. I want it so much for Sam. You just don’t know.”

"True," she leaned over, whispering something to Lisa, who nodded in agreement. The artist sat back up, stealing some food for herself.

Dean sat back with a chicken salad sandwich, some fruit, and a bottle of green tea. Everyone kept an eye on him trying to be as unobtrusive as possible but making sure he ate and took the time to do so. He looked around. “We really need better entertainment than this, guys. I know I’m good looking to the women but Bobby and Sam? I can’t be that much fun to watch.”

Ben threw a grape at him. "That's cause we have to take care of you!"

Dean shook his head. “If that’s the best you can come up with for things to do, go ahead. Maybe I need to come up with some things that can entertain you more while you’re watching me.” He winked and took another bite of his sandwich.

The boy threw another one at him, giggling.

Dean grabbed the grape as it flew towards him and threw it right back at his son. At this point, the grape was rather mushy. It stuck on Ben’s forehead. Dean started laughing. Lisa and Bobby, both knowing Dean, grabbed their food and got off the blanket.

Sarah saw them moving and did the same to protect her pad as Sam got involved in the food fight too. She watched as all three of them began pelting each other with grapes.

Dean grabbed an entire bunch and jumped his brother. Sitting on Sam’s chest while his brother tried to buck him off, the hunter began to rub grapes, a few at a time, into the taller man’s face. Dean’s laughter was contagious.

Ben decided to help, smushing grapes into Dean's face as well.

Dean faked a growl and grabbed for his son, giving Sam the leverage to toss him. He landed flat on his back, eyes wide as Sam stood above him.

"Got ya," he grinned, then started the food fight in earnest. Well..more of a grape fight.

When Dean realized he’d been reprieved, he reached for any grapes he could find, splatting Sam and Ben wherever he could hit them.

The others shook their heads at the mess that was being made. At least it was grapes but the three were going to be SO sticky when it was done.

Soon the grapes were pulverized. Dean was sitting in the sand, looking at the mess. He had the silliest grin on his face. He took a couple of deep breaths. “”You guys figure they’ll let us into the lobby at the Holiday Inn?” He was laughing as he said it.

Sam was struggling to breathe. "I doubt it. I think there's a couple of jugs of water in the back of Bobby's pickup, we can do a sponge bath and change clothes."

“You know it’s kind of cold out, Sam. Why don’t we rent a room for an hour. You know. One of those red light specials. We can shower and change.”

"You really want Ben near one of those?"

“Hell, no. They might think. Shit.”

Bobby snickered. "You boys are idjits. There's a truck stop down the road, they have showers."
Dean sighed in relief. “Thanks, Bobby. Well, let’s load this thing up, shall we?”
"Yeah..just damn, boys," he snickered. "The three of you are nice and purple."

Hazel eyes widened in a panic. “God, Bobby, tell me I’m not purple. Grape juice dies the skin. It has to wear off!”

"Nah, just all sticky. Was teasing you, oompaloompa," he said, packing away the left overs.

“Bobby, I will get you. There has to be a way.” Dean grabbed the ice chest and headed towards Bobby’s truck.
The girls were laughing, knowing he'd gotten them good.

Dean’s mind was working as he put things away. Sam, remembering the water balloons over the beds, was worried.

Lisa came up behind him, poking him before grinning. "Nice job on relaxing."

“Wish I could get into the Holiday Inn like this. I’d hug you big time, and you’d have to shower with me to make sure all the grapes are off. As it is, I’m in truck stop.” Dean grinned, “Don’t think it lets you off the hook for later tonight.”

"Behave," she said with a giggle. "Grapes aren't best for that anyway."

“I heard that peaches were but they aren’t in season. There are bananas and they give me all kinds of ideas.”

That made her giggle again. "Let's get to this place and get you both cleaned up."

“You coming in to bathe Ben and me?”

"We'd get thrown out," she bantered back. "I might could be convinced for a bath later."

“Are you talking tub bath or a hot, steamy shower?”

"Either or," Lisa sing-songed back.

“You know, Lis,” Dean’s tongue licked his bottom lip and he chewed on it as he thought. “I can have a pretty dirty mind. It might need both to get me clean.”

"That'll take a lot of time, love, and you do have a son you'll have to bribe to get him to give us that time."

“Damn, bribery? At his age?” Dean thought back to being nine. “Yeah, but I bet I was better at it.”

"Probably, love, but since it's time he could be spending with you, you'll have to make it up to him," she smiled.

“I have something big planned for Ben and me, Lis. It means a major trip somewhere. Not sure where yet. There’s a few reasons for this gift. One is Near, but the other is us. One big one is I want some time alone with my son.”

Lisa gave him a big grin. "I'm glad. You two deserve it. Now, let's get to that station and get you cleaned up."

Dean made a face. “It draws my skin funny when it dries.. Can you imagine what it’s gonna be like when I try to get it out of my hair. My hair’s a lot longer than it use to be. Damn. Sam?”

"Yeah, Dean?" He and Ben were sitting in the back of Bobby's truck.

“I guess I ought to climb back here too. It turns hard like concrete, man. Hair? We may need something industrial strength.”

Sam grinned. "Probably so but it was fun," he said with a laugh. "Completely worth it."

Dean stopped pulling at his hair and made direct eye contact with his brother trying to read him. Suddenly Sam saw a brilliant smile cross his brother’s face reaching the hazel eyes. Dean was grinning. “Yeah, I think you’re right, Sam. Hell, it was worth every minute of it.”

Climbing into the back of Bobby’s truck with his brother and son, Dean leaned his back agains the cab, a small smile on his face. He pulled his son up against him, making room for Sam. They grabbed the two Army blankets Bobby had given them and huddled together to keep warm.

It was a short drive and filled with laughter as the three of them plotted pranks to get the others messy later when the group wouldn't suspect it. Ben had started it by telling them that they needed to get the others involved in fun activities like that again.

“Sounds good to me. There’s two rules.”

"What's that?"

“You don’t get us kicked out of the hotel. ganging up on me with water guns and water balloons in the dead of winter.”
Ben gave him a sweet look. "You're going to help though, Daddy."

Dean looked at Sam, both of them remembering a night when an injured Dean was barricaded behind his bedroom door, while Sam and the others tried to break in using a drill to remove hinges. Sam remembered the ice water filled balloons popping all over his bed and, unfortunately, each of them and Matt’s electronics. He remembered Dean sliding all over a soaked floor when they had caught him and supersoaked him. Both turned to Ben, and spoke at the same time. Dean smiled softly , and said “Sure, son.” Sam was quickly saying, “On our side, Dean. Remember that.”

Ben clapped, grinning widely. "Yay!"
“Got to be something good, Sam.”

"Agreed," he said, thinking on what they could do. His nephew was obviously excited about the idea of pranking the others.

Dean grinned, “I think I’ve got Bobby covered. Gotta think about the girls.”

The boy looked at his dad. "What will you do to Grampa Bobby?"

Dean looked at his son and turned red. “Well, this is one prank you can’t be involved in, Ben. I promise you , I will have you right in the middle of pranking Aunt Sarah and Mom. That okay with you? I think I know what to do. Gotta find a grocery store, Sam, after we go take care of my chore today.”

He chuckled at the crestfallen look on the boy's face. "No problem, Dean."
“Come to think of it, we will probably need several stores. How strong are you, Ben? I need someone real strong...lots of arm and back power.”

"I'm pretty strong. I help carry stuff when we shop or the garage gets supplies," he told him. He was a helpful boy most of the time.

“We’re going to make a whole lot of pudding, guys....instant pudding. You gotta stir it. We’re gonna fill two bathtubs with it. We toss them.”

Sam and Ben started laughing. "I love it," the younger brother replied as the boy cheered.

“Since Bobby is getting to be with Ben tomorrow night, I thought you and I could take him out for some beers somewhere tonight, after Ben’s asleep. I don’t imagine the girls are gonna feel like going with us.” Dean winked at his brother.

"Probably not," he said with a laugh.

"You don't need to worry, Sam. I'm not planning on drinking."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 107

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 half of the road trip

Lisa pulled her hand away, and everyone in the car heard a soft murmur from the head in her lap, “Don’t stop.”

Sarah whispered, “He awake?”

Lisa shook her head, “He sometimes talks in his sleep.”

"A lot louder usually," Sam said with a chuckle.

“Yes he does talk louder usually.”

He grinned, turning on some Beethoven and focused back on the road.

“Does he know you play Beethoven in his car?” Lisa asked, laughter in her voice.

From her lap a voice sounded, softly again, “Hell, yeah, how could he not. Right, Sammy?”
"Driver chooses the music," he began, snickering.
“Throwing my own rules at me now, Sammy?”

"Damn straight," he joked.

“It’s all right, Sam. That’ll put anyone to sleep.”

Lisa laughed, “Sam, if you have Wagner, we can use it to wake him.”

“This stuff won’t wake anyone, Lis. I’m going back to sleep.”

Sam grinned, flipping the lists on his mp3 player and the Ride of the Valkyries filled the car.

Dean came up straight, hitting his head on the ceiling of the car, a stream of profanity escaping from him.. “What the? SAM!!!!”


“What the hell!!! What is that?”

"Wagner's Ride of the Valkries," he said, grinning.

“Yeah? Well what the hell is it?”

"Classical music," was the response.

“Like hell it is. It sounds like what Elmer Fudd sang when he was chasing Bugs Bunny.”

Sarah started giggling. "That's where they found the tune."

“Isn’t that what they call subliminal advertising? Forcing us to listen to classical music and not telling us that’s what it is?”

"It works," Sam laughed.

Dean was speechless for a moment, his mouth working, trying to figure out how to respond to such an atrocity. “It’s not right, Sam. Music ought to be someone’s choice. Forcing people to listen to it on Bugs Bunny is wrong.”

"Oh come on, Dean, it's a great way to expose kids to the classics. It could be worse."

“Yeah? How?”

"Could be country on Sesame Street."

“That is sick, Sam.”

He snickered.

Dean sat up at this point, sitting on his side of the car. Everyone realized they had really woke him up. “How long til we get there? Better yet, with you driving, where are we?”

"About an hour into the trip," he said. "And I'm not a bad navigator, Dean."

He could see his brother’s grin in the mirror, and knew it was going to be a long trip. He should have had second thoughts on Ride of the Valkries. No, Dean’s reaction was priceless.

The music continued to play as he drove, keeping an eye on the road and the other on his brother.

Dean was tolerating the classical music, no comments were made from the rear seat, but he was talking up a storm with Sarah, his arms crossed on the back of rear seat Sam and Lisa both wondered what he was saying to her.

Dean was talking about past Christmases and why this coming one was so important to the Winchesters He was talking about finding a massive live tree for the main room of the cabin. He knew she was artistic and was asking advice for decorating the big room.

Sarah was giving it, telling him about possiblities that could be done by hand if he wanted it with all homemade ornaments.

Dean loved the idea of homemade. He was wondering how many days it would take if all of them were involved, to make enough for a ten foot tree. The ceiling was at twelve feet. He also talked about garland for the beams and what to hang with the garland. He wanted to have Christmas cactus if everyone liked them. If not, they would go in his kitchen which was going to look out a on cactus garden.

She told him about ideas that Ben could do and she needed a sewing machine so she could make items as well given sewing by hand was time consuming.

There’s a street that deals with antiques, crafts, and stuff. I walked during lunch one day. I didn’t go in any of them because I was covered with grease, but I won't have any on today and tomorrow. I would like some antiques in our part of the house. The sewing shop carries a brand that is real expensive. Someone saw me staring in the window and all the grease. They came out and talked to me. It’s supposed to be the kind of machine that will last a lifetime. Good way to go.”

"Depends on how much it is," she murmured.

“Sarah, Sam and I worked that case for L. We got paid. Neither one of us has spent it, living off the shop instead. Believe me, you can fix your place up really nice, and buy that machine. L pays like I never would have imagined.”

She gave a soft smile. "Thanks, Dean."

“I’ll tell you this, if you don’t buy one, I will. You might regret that. They have different things they can do. I’d just go buy the top of the line which has everything. It even quilts.”

The smile grew brighter. "Miracle machine."

“Yeah, maybe it is. I just thought that a craft room would be nice and a machine like that would be useful for everyone. Quilted ornaments would sure look nice on that tree.”

"It just might at that," she answered.

“I thought maybe some quilted cactus, coyotes, jack rabbits, and roadrunners would look neat on the tree along with the regular type of Christmas stuff. You know, angels, snowmen, candy canes, and other stuff like that. You think there might be a place to buy crystal beads instead of using garland? They’d reflect the light real pretty. Maybe we could have flasher lights with lots of color and bubble lights. I saw some. They are cool.”

Sarah paused for a moment. "Dean..with the bead work, you're talking about mixing country with a more delicate style. That might not mesh."

“Really? What than? Wait! They had these red hand painted beads that looked stained as if they were old. They were kind of like cranberries but bigger. They might work. Does the rest sound all right? If you don’t think bringing the dssert and mountains in, we can change that for the tree, but I do like the home made style. I think we could add eagles to the desert stuff.”

"Add the animals to the desert stuff in your garden, I think, and I believe I can make the tree look unique if that's what you want."

“What about all red and crystal? Use white lights, the crystal beads. We could buy a lot of silk poinsettia blooms and have them all over the tree. It would be unique. Otherwise, it’s yours if the others agree. I want it to be beautiful, Sarah. It’s a big tree. If you don’t want live, we can buy a really beautiful fake one.”

"You should ask Ben what he wants before you get all gung-ho into this. I happen to know that kids love colored lights," she pointed out.

“Sarah, I don’t know what kids like, and we both will be having kids around besides Ben. Yeah, take Ben and go looking, would you? I’ll give you a card and carte blanche to buy whatever you want for fixing up Christmas. We’re gonna Christmas shop some while doing house stuff. The rest will have to be online.”

Her eyes lit up. "I think I have the perfect idea then." And it was going to be a mix of what he was thinking with a more whimsical approach.

Dean grinned. “Great! I hope to have the entire cabin liveable by Thanksgiving, and that’s only a few weeks away. We’re all gonna have to work hard to be ready for that. What is a good day to start setting up for Christmas?”

Sarah began to understand that Sam and Dean had never had what the rest of them did.

"I can have everything ready for Christmas for us to decorate by Thankgsiving evening," she said. "Near's room is finished."
“That would fun, Sarah. Thanks. Just tell us what needs to be done. Anything you need, you holler. I’ll get it for you,” the older Winchester sounded like a child in his eagerness.

She giggled, pulling a notebook out of her messenger bag and began writing up ideas, sketching them out. "What do you guys think of trains? And how good are you at woodworking?"

“Only what I picked up as a kid when we were in a place for a while. I’d usually find a wood shop and spend my time there when Sam was in the library.”

"Oh sweet!" She giggled again, obviously having fun. "I'll have an order for the lumber yard then that you two will have to get asap and use the pattern to cut out the shapes, then sand 'em so I can get started on painting."

Dean’s eyes got big. “What tools do I need? There’s no place at the cabin for them, so they’ll have to used at the shop until I can build a tool shop for them. I’ll have to order them and have them delivered by Monday. What do I need?”

"Jigsaw, nothing fancy. And you didn't answer about trains," she said, almost pouting back at him.

“Trains would be fun, Sarah. You got to understand. My mama died before Christmas when I was four and Sam was six months. Dad went crazy, you know. We’ve never had this kind of Christmas. Never had trains or anything. Okay? Whatever you think kids would like, cause we really have no idea.”

Sarah gave him a grin that told Sam that his brother had just unleashed a creative demon because of being given a free run. "Oh goodie."

Dean smiled. He recognized an area off the road. “Hey, Sam, this is the last quiet area we’re gonna find, and it’s gonna be chilly. Ya’ll wanna eat lunch before we get to town? We can talk about what we want to get as far as the main rooms. We’re gonna have a craft room, cause our office is at the shop. I thought it would be good. The other small room can be our model car room. We had the big room portioned off to go with Bobby’s bedroom to give him a living room of his own. We only have the kitchen-dining area and the living area to fix up. It has that big stone fireplace.”

Sam turned on the signal to turn, knowing Bobby would see and follow. He pulled into that area. "It's a good idea, Dean. Though a craft room may be taken over by our resident art monster."

“I don’t mind. Lisa makes beautiful jewelry and it would be good for her too. Ben could try whatever he would like. I’m gonna have that sewing machine delivered on Monday.”

"Sweet," came from the still drawing Sarah, ignoring the fact that the car had come to a stop.

“She is gonna shop for your home and Christmas gifts this weekend, Sam? Did I mess up again?”

"I'll hide her sketchpads somehow," he laughed. "I'm used to it. This woman is a goddess of multi-tasking."

Dean’s mouth opened and shut. Suddenly a large grin appeared. “I imagine there are times when that would come in handy.” He grinned as he jumped out, opened Sarah’s door and held out his hand to help her out. He was still grinning as Sam helped Lisa.

Sarah grabbed her pad, playfully bonking him over the head with it. "Brat," she teased before going to help set up the picnic. "Guess you're on the naughty list then."