Supernatural Death Note Chapter 113

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.

Dean's Proposal

The night passed uneventfully. Dean slept on his back and did not move all night. His head hurt too badly.

The family met for breakfast the next morning, than went out shopping for things for their homes. Towards evening, they were all back at the hotel. Dean was getting dressed in a nice suit he had brought with him. Ben and Bobby had gone to the store to get movies and snacks for the evening. Sam and Sarah were planning their own evening.

Looking at the large bruise over his left eye, Dean frowned, hoping the evening went well. He’d pulled the engagement ring in it’s velvet case out of the back pack from under his side of the bed. He entered the living room and sat, waiting on Lisa.

Lisa came out, dressed in a burgundy dress. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant twist. She did a small twirl. "Well?"

Dean flushed a little. “You look beautiful,” he whispered. He got her coat and helped her put it on. Opening the door for her, he followed her out and they walked to the elevator.

She smiled up at him. "And you look very handsome."

Dean smiled, and pushed the button on the elevator. They entered and he pushed the down button. He gently moved her close to the wall and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. The elevator stopped and he moved back.

She kissed him back, then slipped her hand into his. He looked down at her hand, thinking back over his life. This had to be his first real date where he was taking a beautiful woman out for a wonderful meal and wasn’t expecting anything in return. He hoped for a ring on her finger, but that was so beyond anything he’d ever done before.

Lisa was all smiles, enjoying the chance to dress up and go out with him.

Dean did not play any music in the Impala. He talked about the large oak bed they had bought for the bedroom, and the recliners and sofa they had found. They pulled into the restaurant and a valet met them. Dean’s eyes widened and he stared at the man as he asked for the keys.

She waited with bated breath, wondering what Dean would do.

“Is this normal for this restaurant to let a stranger drive off in your car?”

"Valet parking, love. He'll park the car and when we're done eating, he'll bring it to you right here," she soothed him.

“He’s gonna drive my baby?”

"He won't hurt the car," she said to him.

His hands shook a little as he handed the keys to the man. “She’s special,” he whispered to him.

He gave him a soft smile. "I understand, sir. She's a beauty. I promise to put her someplace safe in the lot so she won't be near anything that could scratch her."

“Thank you. I rebuilt her and it’s important. She’s a family car, handed down.”

"You've treated her well. I'll make sure that she is kept safe," he said before getting into the car. It was obvious the valet knew his stuff the way he handled the Impala.

Dean stood and watched until the car disappeared around the building. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath. He released it and looked down at the woman next to him.

“I’m sorry, Lis. You’ve no idea what that car means...good and bad.” He took her hand and they walked towards the entrance. A man in a tux opened the door for them. They walked to a desk where another man in a tux looked up at them.

"Reservations, sir?"

“Dean Winchester for two.” The maitr’d saw the engagement request on the reservation and looked intently at the couple.

"Of course, sir. If you'll follow me, please?" He stepped out from behind the podium.

Dean stepped back and let Lisa precede him. He stayed close to her left a hand gently touching her back.

They were led to a beautiful table that overlooked a gorgeous garden that was maintained by the restaurant. The maitre' d pulled a chair out for Lisa. "Your server will be with you momentarily. Please enjoy your meal."

Dean looked at the menu. “Would you like a bottle of wine, Lis? We can order a good wine that goes with what we choose.”

"That would be nice, something to relax but accompany the meal," she said with a smile.

“We’ll do that, than.” Dean looked nervous. The music started playing some soft music. The waiter appeared.

They placed their order, then settled in to enjoy each other's company.

“Would you like to dance?”

Lisa beamed at him. "I'd love to."

Dean pulled her chair out and led her out onto the dance floor. He proceeded to prove that Sam Winchester wasn’t the only brother who could dance. He just never let anyone know.

She melted into his arms, moving with him along in time with the music.

They danced until the salads were brought to their table. Dean notice the waiter watching them and pulled Lisa close and finished the dance with her. He led her off the floor to their table.

She smiled at him warmly, sitting down and picking up her silverware. "This is perfect."

Dean returned her smile, replying, “It is.” The meal took a long time to eat. After the salad, a soup was served. The entrees were superb. Dean broke down and had a steak, but he did not order the potato. They had a wonderful wine with the meal. Conversation between them covered a large variety of things. Dean actually knew more than Lisa gave him credit for. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Dessert was coming up and she was close to protesting as her stomach was very full, though she didn't deny that she adored cheesecake.

The table had been cleared and looked as if they had just sat down. A man from the small orchestra came towards their table with his violin. Dean’s eyes widened as the man began to play the theme from Love Story. He had not asked for this. Had Sam?

The staff was watching, hidden, as the mood was set. The woman at the table didn't seem to suspect anything. When the call had been made that a proposal was happening tonight, they had put together the extra effort to ensure the mood would be set for the one doing the proposing. This had garnered their reputation as the most romantic restaurant in the city, if not the state.

Dean watched Lisa as she gazed at the violinist, enjoying the music. He slipped his hand into his suit pocket and removed the purple velvet box. He kept it in his lap.

“Lisa?”

As she looked at him, a server placed hte desserts in front of them. Both were covered with a silvered dome and were lifted. The cheesecake was centered with chocolate drizzles over it as well as the plate. Beautifully written on the plate was 'Will you marry me?' She read it, then looked up at Dean, startled.

Dean’s eyes grew wide again. He appreciated the help but had not expected the dessert to make his proposal for him.

“Lis, I...that wasn’t supposed to happen like that. I...I love you..more than anyone in the whole world. Will you marry me?”

Lisa beamed at him. "Yes..," she said, tears in her eyes. "I love you too and would be happy to marry you."

Dean grinned and reached down and got the velvet box. He placed it in her hand.

She opened the box with shaking fingers. "Dean," she breathed out, eyes fastened on the stunning piece.

Dean reached over and took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger, saying, “The set is beautiful, Lis, but it will never be as beautiful as the one who wears it and has my heart.”

Tears filled her eyes and she leaned in, kissing him. The crowd, including the restaurant patrons, began clapping at the sight. Dean stood up and walked around the table and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. After he came up for air, he looked at the waiter, “We’d like a glass of your best champagne to go with the dessert.”

"Of course, sir, and congratulations from all of us," he said with a wide grin, disappearing to fill that order. The waiter came back out with the desired bottle.

Dean took Lisa back out onto the dance floor and danced one final dance with her. No one else stepped out on the floor, allowing the newly engaged couple to have the floor to themselves.

For Lisa, it felt as if it was something out of a fairy tale and she was so incredibly happy. Dean leaned his head on top of hers, feeling her warmth against him, his eyes closed.

The two stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the chance to be together and share their happiness.

The dance soon ended and they headed back to their table to enjoy the dessert and champagne, smiling happily at each other.

Dean lifted a glass of champagne, looking into Lisa’s eyes, “I’ve found happiness with you I’ve never known before. Thank you.”

"Thank you, love," she said. "Tonight has been perfect."

“When we get to the hotel, I’ll show you the matching rings for this one. I would like to plan a winter wedding, Lis. Maybe in December? I just don’t want to wait any more. I want you to be mine and for me to be yours, totally....man and wife.”

"I'd like that. I don't want a big one though," she answered. "Something small and meaningful."

“My family is very small, Lis. I’d only want Ellen, Jo, and Cas. Ryuzaki, Watari, and the boys will be here. I imagine you would want your family. I know your dad is gone, but your mom and family and friends. We can rent that chapel up near the mountain range on the other side of town? That’s if you want a church wedding? If not, we can do it in the big room at the cabin before a massive fire in that stone fireplace. It will be decorated for Christmas though. The garden for Near is big. We do have that huge glassed in patio in the back also. It can be opened in the summer and closed and heated in the winter. What would you like?”

"I like the idea of Near's garden, if he's willing to share it. I know that's his private space when he's there and that's going to be a lot of movement in there. I don't know how well he'd adapt to that or having that many strangers in the cabin, even if he is in his wing most of the time."

“We can rent everything, have it set up, taken down. There are large glass buildings that are used for special occasions. We set it up, have nice cushioned chairs, and I can ask the local preacher. We could decorate with white flowers and maybe poinsettias. It depends on what colors you want. I just thought red and white or red and gold would be pretty. We can move the decorations for the wedding aside and clear a dance floor and have it catered. Whatever you would like. I want to keep the work down for us.”

"Again, we'll have to be careful of Near's needs. Unlike the others, he's not able to be outside as long so if we do this, it could cut into his personal area. I'll have to think on this because I know he's not comfortable with things at the best of time," she said.

“It’s a glassed in building, Lis, with generators to keep the power running. It has a roof that is not glass or see through. He’d be all right in there. If he does not feel he can be with the crowd we can talk to Ryu and Watari and see what would work. They will be here tomorrow.”

She sipped her drink. "I know it's glassed in. We had it built that way for Near so he could be in a garden and not worry about burning. That's his space or so I've called it that, and I've actually helped Sarah with that room for him too. I'd rather wait until they're here so we can bring them in to discuss." She was showing sensitivity for the boy that had Dean's love like this.

“Lisa, I love you, but I’m not wanting to use his space. I’m talking about having a portable one brought in and used, and taken away. No use of the house or Near’s space. There’ s a company that does that for this area because of snow and desert.”

She blinked, then blushed. "Oh my, I misunderstood. That may be an option if we want it outdoors. It might be lovely but cold even with the heating, wouldn't it?"

“I may not have explained what I was thinking in the right way, Lis. It might be cold at that. I don’t know. We don’t have a lot of choices. Church or cabin, then”

"Let's think on it and get the others involved," she said, finishing her dessert. "We have a bit of time anyway. I should shop for a nice dress while in town," Lisa said with a smile. "Drag Sarah and go."

“Well, you can do that tomorrow, I guess. I don’t know what’s open on Sunday, or you can drive back here one day next week.”

"You'd be surprised with Christmas coming," she said with a laugh.

“But Thanksgiving isn’t here yet. Ah hell, they had Halloween in August didn’t they?”

Lisa giggled. "Wonderful world of commercialism. Get them in as early as they can," she said. "We'll be fine. It's rare stores close for Sunday these days."

“I guess we need tuxes. Is Ben gonna walk you? What colors? How many ladies going down that aisle with you?”

"I don't know yet, love. I need time to plot before I let you know," she smiled. "I don't really want a big one so we'll figure it out."

“With it being at Christmas time, we need to let people know fairly fast so they can plan.”

"And I will," she told him. "I may plot with Sarah to see what can be done in the fastest amount of time. I have to be careful because she's got a lot on her hands for getting the house ready for Christmas."

“I know. I don’t want to add more on her shoulders. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll order it. That way someone else sets up, decorates, cooks, serves, does the music, and cleans up. I just pay.”

"Catering for the time the family is down, at least for the time before and during the wedding would be a good help since everyone will be so busy. What day do we want to do this?"

“I had thought maybe Christmas week?”

"Call me crazy but I'd love a Christmas eve one," she said wistfully.

“Really? It’s what I’d really like to do, Lis. I said Christmas week because I didn’t think anyone would go for it. Can we?”

"I think we should..either early morning or sunset...candlelight," she said.

“I’d like the candlelight.”

She frowned for a moment. "Can you ask the waiter for a pen and some paper?"

Dean nodded, motioned for the waiter, asked for two cups of coffee and a pen and paper.

The items were brought to them and Lisa began taking notes. "We'll need candles, the special ones that people can hold if they wish as well as no-drip kind to light the area we'll be in. Backlights that are soft enough not to disrupt the candles but allow for photography."

“Okay. We will want music. I don’t know what you want to walk down the aisle to or come back up the aisle to. There is usually special music of some kind.”

"I can work on that..have to find someone to do the music," she said with a frown, making lists.

“Lis, we could hire somebody to do this. Just tell them what we want and let them do it? I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”

"I'm making the lists so we know what we want, and then hire people to do it," she grinned. "This way we know what we want before we have people translating what we're doing."

Dean sat back, drinking his coffee, and watching the woman in front of him make lists.

"I wonder if we should go Christmas colors and decor for this?"

“I had thought red and gold, or maybe green and gold? You can even do blue and silver. People use those too. Poinsettias, miniature Christmas trees, and other Christmas plants. We could hang mistletoe over where we’re standing. Be fun to kiss my wife under it.”

"What do you think of burgundy and silver?" She looked at him questioningly.

“I love the burgundy. It’s what you’re wearing, hon. I never thought of silver with it. It might work. If that’s what you want, okay with me.”

"It's what I'd like," she said softly.

Dean smiled, “Well,we men need tuxes fitted. Maybe we can get burgundy vests. Flowers will have to wait until we know who is doing what and how many people are in the wedding. Those lapel flowers, whatever they hell they call them, could still be white, but if there’s a burgundy flower, it would be awesome.”

"A Christmas rose maybe?"

“If they come in that color. I know that mums come in that color, but I always think of funerals when I see mums.”

"I don't care for mums," she answered. "We'll have to find a florist locally."

“Christmas roses are beautiful. Do they dye roses? Maybe we could get burgundy that way?”

"They breed them for special colors. We can check on that," she told him.

“That sounds fine. Why don’t we head home and see if Sam and Sarah are in?”

"That works for me," she smiled. "I'm sure Sam's waiting to hear the news."

“Yeah, he helped with all of this. I am so grateful for him, Lis. You know you got both Ben and Bobby who can walk you down that aisle. Whichever you use, the other is my groomsman. Sam is my best man.”

"We'll figure it out. To be honest, Sarah really is the only female friend I have," she said softly.

“What about your friends back home? Those...”Dean swallowed hard, “Those friends who acted like I was a boy toy of yours?”

"They were more acquaintances that had to be cut off when I went into hiding with Ben," she answered.

“I know you haven’t met them yet, but Ellen and Jo are like my family. Ellen’s been pretty much mother for us. Jo is a sister. I bet Jo would be a bridesmaid for you. Sarah can be your maid of honor. If you want to, hon.”

"Are they coming to Thanksgiving? If so, I can get to know Jo and see if it'll work."

“I can call and invite them. They’re good people, Lis. Ellen’s husband was a hunter. Jo has done some....once with us. That pissed Ellen off.”

The waiter brought the tab. Dean looked at it, put a card in the velvet folder, and marked that the tip be figured at the going rate and add 5% more.

"I imagine so if she's the only child. That's a rough thing to let your child do," she said, kissing him in thanks for a wonderful dinner before folding her notes. "Will Ryuuzaki's group be okay with them coming?"

“I hope so. They have dealt with Ellen. She was involved it helping keep Lilith out of the church. She worked with Bobby and some other hunters. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jo had been part of that.” Dean signed the credit receipt, picked up his copy. He guided Lisa to the door, and the doorman held Lisa’s coat for her to slip into. Dean handed his valet slip to the valet as they stepped outside.

The car was soon brought up to them, pristine condition and the valet opened the door for Lisa after exiting. "Not a scratch sir," he said with a grin.

Dean shook his hand, leaving a ten dollar bill in it. “Thank you.”

"Thank you sir and have a good night," he said, moving away to allow them to drive off.