Sunday, December 26, 2010
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."
"Could be country on Sesame Street."
“That is sick, Sam.”
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."