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Monday, February 28, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 123

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.

L's Wing

Everyone was excited about seeing the wing. They followed the young woman to the entry for the wing. The door had been added into the great room between Dean's wing and the the kitchen entrance, and a carpeted hallway led to the wing.

She led them into the main room, which was a comfortable sitting room that had been modeled after an English drawing room. It was warm, cozy, and very inviting.
"This would make for a great room to entertain company," Watari said softly. A good room for his boys to gather without worrying about work.

Dean’s mouth dropped open. “Wow! Sarah? You found your niche, girl.”

“This is wonderful!” Lisa commented.

Sarah blushed a bit. "I'm glad you guys like it." She led them to another room. This one had been enlarged to form one big room. According to Watari's notes, this would be the workroom for all of them. The artist had painted it a warm color that would help soothe but not relax too much. The way the shelves were set up, it had the feel of one of the libraries that would be found in an old English manor house.

Everyone seemed to really like the room. Bobby loved the shelves, thinking of the library for his books. He had a major job there.

Ben commented about wanting to see the boys’ rooms. Lisa said, “What does their kitchen look like? I know the appliances aren’t delivered yet, but how is it decorated?”

Sam looked over at his brother, noting the shaking of his head and the big grin.

She led them into the kitchen which served as both a kitchen and breakfast nook. It was painted in a soft cheery yellow that wasn't overbearing but helped to make you smile when you walked in. Racks for tea cups and little nooks for various things showed in the room.

Lisa loved it. Dean thought it was a nice room, but he liked a more masculine kitchen, which he doubted he’d be getting. He grinned as he watched everyone, wondering about Watari’s thoughts.

Watari beamed. "I love it. Bright and cheery." He'd actually asked for this as normal English kitchens were a bit drab. Mornings were his favorite times, and a room like this would be wonderful to work in.

They soon left the kitchen and headed down the hall to Watari’s suite. L and the boys were upstairs.

Watari's bedroom was painted a warm shade of blue that was soothing but elegant. There was a small reading nook that she'd put special lamps up to help the older man as she knew vision could get worse with age. The room set up was definitely one for relaxation and comfort. The bathroom that was connected to it was done in a warm cream and gold. Sarah had paid attention to the flooring and safety details, working with contractors to ensure that the spry elder man would remain that - spry and not injured.

Dean's voice sounded low in awe, “This is perfect.”

L's keen eyes had noted the safety features and she smiled in response to the look of gratitude the man had flashed her, knowing he wouldn't point it out due to Watari's pride. "I'm glad you like it. Ryuuzaki's room is a bit different since you guys told me he has problems with insomnia."
Ryuuzaki's room was done up a bit differently. Since she knew the man didn't sleep much, she'd talked to Watari and had set up the room to feel more like a good place for meditation. Sarah had researched a few things and had painted the room a dark color that didn't make it gloomy. On the walls were scrolls she'd painted that contained sayings from well known meditation masters. In an alcove, she'd arranged a sleeping area that was separated from the room by sliding doors that were like the Japanese ones. She'd created small little niches in both areas for candles and incense. It would be a great place for the detective to relax, even if he couldn't sleep.

Dean’s eyes were wide. He mouthed ‘wow.’ but said nothing as he took in the room They had gone down the hall of the second floor and L’s room had taken the entire end. There were four other rooms on the floor. One was a movie - game room and the others belonged to the boys.

The game room was ultra modern, bean bag chairs for the boys as well as specialized chairs for surround sound. Matt and Mello both were excited about that, grinning as they talked about how to set things up while Sarah led them to Matt's room.
This room reflected more of Matt's tastes. It was more modern, done in a shade of turquoise tempered with black. It was definitely a room for a technophile like the red head was. Dark metal furniture with cushions that matched the room.

Dean was enjoying this immensely. He was anxious to see how each person reacted to their rooms. He knew Sarah had worked hard on them. There was not that much done in their wing. The kitchen should have a desert mural, the mountain storm in their bedroom, and Ben’s room. He found Matt’s room to be interesting but knew it matched the boy perfectly. The game and movie room was something they would enjoy.

Mello's room was a true blast from literature.During her talks with Watari, she'd found out what the blond haired boy's interests were and had decided to have a bit of fun. She opened the room to reveal a bedroom that looked like the study from 221B Baker street. It was classic Sherlock Holmes and given the cry of delight from Mello, she knew she'd done well.

What surprised both Lisa and Sarah was Dean’s reaction.There was a loud gasp and he was in the middle of the room with Mello. The girls and Ben had not been there when Dean confiscated Sherlock Holmes from the library. His love for Doyle was not known by all of them. He walked the room with Mello, commenting on what was there He clapped Mello on the back and grinned. Sarah had out done herself.

Watari and L chuckled, watching the two chatter over the items. It was Mello's study and room to make his own, adding his own mix of things but it would give the blond the feel that he was the great detective. It was very well done, and perfect for Mello.

As Dean walked out of the room, he passed Sarah. “You did good.”

She grinned, very pleased by his reaction to it. "Final room is Near's. Upstairs, we converted the attic into a dojo and exercise room for you guys."



Supernatural Death Note Chapter 122

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.

Beginning of the Guided Tour

Sarah laughed, leading them through her wing first. She and Sam had come up with ideas, keeping things in warm tones that were inviting and followed a more comfortable setting that looked elegant without making the men in the family uncomfortable.

Dean liked the colors they’d chosen. “I was prepared for red and black, Sarah. This is nice. I like it.”

She giggled at that. "I wanted to but Sam sort of convinced me not to. My studio is in the attic and is a work in progress since I've got so much going on. Ok, shall we see Bobby's next?"

“That works. Bobby’s been quiet about it.” Bobby had selected several of the rooms downstairs and had them made into a large suite with a small kitchenette, big bedroom, and a living room. A library had been added on the side of the building and all of Bobby’s books were there.

The wing was not fussy at all and had a homey feel to it. Sam was quick to spot the wards and sigils hunters used to protect their homes. Only this time, they were painted on and blended into the artwork, thanks to Sarah's genius. Unless one knew what to look for, no one would spot it.

“This is fantastic, Bobby!” Dean had noted the wards and sigils and hoped they were everywhere throughout the buildings. When they walked back into the main room, he started looking, spotting them in unusual places. He was happy to see them.

Sam leaned in, whispering to his brother. "She blended it so well, it's almost hard for me to spot."
Bobby grinned. "Sarah did the work. I just nodded and grunted if I liked something. I think she did well."

Dean whispered back, “It’s everywhere...solariums, storage, library, L’s?”

"Everywhere," he said. "Every room has been warded, even storage sheds outside. She devoured Bobby's books, even some of her own, and then went to work. She told me she'd keep the family safe but wanted it to look nice."

“Sarah, this is fabulous! You did a great job on everything.” Dean stressed the last word.

She smiled brightly at him, happy he was pleased. The young woman had taken a lot of time to get the protections into the artwork where it would blend and still offer the protection the household needed without looking disgusting.

"Ready to see Watari's wing?"



Supernatural Death Note Chapter 121

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.

Reunions

The blond waved it off. "No problem. Watari's up so I'll let him know what's going on with the deliveries. How soon before the cabin is ready for everyone to move into?"

“I’m hoping this evening. Everything is scheduled for delivery. Hopefully everything won’t come at the same time.“ Dean got on his cell as he walked towards his trailer. Bobby’s phone rang and Dean let him know there was a huge truck with supplies and food in it and they all need to get going. He called Sam.

It didn't take long before the men came out, dressed and ready to help with the supplies. They greeted Mello, who hugged Sam back when the tall man gave him a warm hello.

“Wait until you see the place, Mello. It’s awesome,” Dean commented over his brother’s shoulders. They all headed to the cabin. Dean had a pocket full of keys and handed one to each of them.

“Everyone gets one. Mello, your cabin wing is is off the gardens, but the key fits all.” He opened the double front doors and they began helping the men who brought the supplies to bring them into the large kitchen in the main building.

“The girls should be here any minute to help decide on what’s going where. Is Watari going to be here to decide what he wants in your wing?”

"Any minute now," he answered, looking at his phone where the older gentleman had texted him. "Matt's coming too to set up any electronics each wing might have. You can't get any better than Matty."

“He’s the best I know of, Mello. I’m glad he’s willing.” Dean walked into the main cabin, followed by Mello, Sam, and Bobby. Not much was done in the almost perfect main room, but the walls, ceiling, and floors were cleaned . Dean and Sam had had cedar flooring laid.

"So all the wings open out into this room? Damn, I like the floor. It's got a nice smell to it," he said. Mello was used to either a very old English style manor or contemporary hotels for the most part. This was a nice change.

“Yeah. Your wing was an addition. It goes straight down that way at an angle. The solarium and the two indoor gardens are out there. The storage room for large amounts of food is on the opposite side, along with a big laundry room. The appliances for the wings should be here soon, but we each have a huge freezer in the storage room. The cabinets and pantries are ready right now. They’re in our kitchens. We just need to pick what we want in our wings, put the meats we want in the freezers, and we each have a section for extra can goods and stuff. After we are through, this evening or tomorrow, we can sit down and make an additional food order to be delivered. Will this work for Watari?”

Mello nodded. "I'm sure he can get that lined out without a problem," he said with a shrug. "We don't exactly eat a lot of normal food, except for him, so he knows what we need. Can I peek in the wing now or is it some big surprise?"

“I don’t have a problem with it, but Sarah might. Sam, is she coming?”

Sam laughed. "Don't think so. She was up before I was and head deep in designs and work for the Christmas stuff."

Dean nodded, sighed, and headed out the door toward the trailers. The men from the trucks were setting all of the food under the back patio after Dean realized it wouldn't fit in the large kitchen. Sarah would need to select what she wanted and needed. She designed the boy’s bedrooms...all four of them. There were murals she’d painted. To Dean, she needed to be there. He took the stairs to their porch two at a time. He knocked on the door and waited, wondering if Sam had called and warned her. He also wondered if Sam even realized where he was going.

There was a bit of a growl before the door was flung open. Sarah's face was smudged with charcoal, ink, and a few other things. "What?" She paused, then collected herself. "Sorry Dean...didn't mean to bark. What's up?"

Dean looked over her shoulder for the dog. Not seeing it, his brows went up. “You growling before you bark now?”

"Ha ha," she said with a grin. "I tend to bark, growl, and bite if interrupted during creative periods," the artist admitted with a bit of a blush.

“I’ll remember that. You had your shots? See, Sarah, today’s moving day. There’s an entire truckload of food to be distributed and placed like we want it. Furniture is coming. You designed the boys’ rooms and painted murals. Mello’s asking to see their wing. Lots going on and you’re wanted and needed. I know you don’t want Sam picking and placing the groceries or the furniture and stuff, do you? Now, my leg or my arm, but not my ass?”

Sarah giggled, then made to grab at his arm to take a bite. "To be honest, their wing is probably the most done in regards to furniture being in. The boys' rooms were all custom. Ryuuzaki's and Watari's, the rooms are painted but the furniture isn't there." She grabbed a windbreaker, not even realizing how much of a mess she was. "I can show them their rooms if they want."

“Watari ordered that. Not everyone’s there yet. Jet lag for some. I didn’t pass Lisa or Ben but they should be headed there. We got tons, Sarah. Tons of food to go through. I don’t what you want from it. We’ll do special orders tonight or tomorrow. You got all of your furniture and things coming. It is Monday. I promised to get this done today so I’d have the week off to do the cutting and stuff you needed for Christmas.”.

"No worries, no worries. It'll get done. You wanna see if Matt, Near, Watari, and Ryuuzaki are up and about so they can see their rooms?" She'd worked hard on each and even Dean hadn't seen it yet, but the artist knew he'd be pleased. Especially with Near's room.

Dean called Lisa, knowing Ben would be ready. His room had been designed for the ocean. Lisa informed him that they were heading out the door. He dialed Watari.
A tired voice answered the phone. He was awake but still dealing with a bit of fatigue from jet lag. They'd probably been at four different locations in less than two weeks, and Watari was looking forward to a bit of a holiday. "Watari," he answered.

“You sound exhausted, Sir. I hate to do this, but we need all of you at the cabins right now. Sarah wants to take the boys through. I’m assuming your stuff is due for delivery today. We need to go through the food. I know you have to be exhausted. The sooner we can get all of this done, the sooner you can rest, Sir. I’m sorry.”

"Remind me to take a pillow to your head," he joked tiredly. "I'll be all right. Just jet lag catching up with me. I'll have the boys down there in a few moments. And yes, furniture for our wing is being delivered today. I followed Miss Sarah's advice and didn't order for the rooms that she said she had completely furnished."

“Head..huh? Sarah wants to eat my arm. I had to tell her my ass was off limits.” He winked at Sarah as he said it, and saw Lisa and Ben heading up the trail to the cabin. “We’ll be waiting for you. Oh, I bought just about every kind of junk food I could think off. Also, got a bunch of frozen cakes, cake mixes and stuff to do it from scratch. We will meet either tonight or tomorrow to plot out a what else is needed. See you there in a couple of minutes then.”

There was a soft chuckle. "We'll be there."

Dean hung up and turned to Sarah. "Let’s go, Sis.”

"All right, brother," she said, grinning as she fell in step with him.

They entered the cabin and Dean began counting heads. “The others will be here in a few minutes. How much more do they have to unload back there?” He could see boxes on the back patio.

Sam snickered. "The guys were shocked at so much food being brought here. I think a bit more. Not sure when the furniture is coming."
Mello shook his head. "Dang, that's a lot of food."

“Yeah, and it will stay that way....once a month. We live way out in the desert and mountains, Mello. It’s winter and it’s coming fast.We got to be self sufficient. It makes sense that there will be times when we can’t get in or out. It’s better to be prepared.”

"True," he said. From the looks of it, there was plenty of sweets so hopefully it would hold for their odd diets.
Watari came in, accompanied by Matt, L, and a quiet Near. "Good morning," the older Englishman greeted everyone.

Dean walked up to Watari, and held out his hand. When Watari took it, tears formed in the older Winchester’s eyes, but he blinked them back. Grabbing Watari’s hand, he pulled him into a hug and held on for a minute. He let the older man go and smiled at him. He grabbed Matt and hugged him., shook L’s hand, and then turned to Near.

Gray eyes looked up at him. The teen hadn't grown since their last parting and still looked delicate. "Near is pleased to see Dean," he murmured.

“I’ve missed you, Near. If you think you can, may I have a hug? You know it won’t upset me if you don’t think you can.”

Near shifted the robot so he could give the other a small hug. It was the best he could manage so far
.
Dean accepted the hug, keeping his arms by his side so as not to overwhelm the boy. His eyes were closed and a small smile could be seen. He slowly backed away after Near let go. “Thank you, Near. That meant a lot to me. You look good. You got a little bit taller. You ready to see your room? Everyone, I want to see all of it, so my wing’s last. Ben, I hope you don’t mind that. Sarah, lead the way.”

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 120

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.

Interlude with Mello

Morning, found Dean outside, talking to the drivers of one of the many delivery trucks that were coming that day. No one would know if L and the others had arrived. They would probably have settled in early due to the jet lag.

A familiar looking blond came out, yawning as he unwrapped a bar of chocolate. They'd arrived at the wee hours of the morning and outside of L, he was the first one awake.

“Hey! Mello! Did ya’ll order furniture for your wing? The deliveries are coming today and I ordered a ton of supplies and food for the storage room and the kitchens. I left that part was for all of you to decide. Is your stuff coming today? “

Dean walked towards the blond as the men moved the truck towards the cabin. He dragged the teen into a bear hug. “It’s good to see ya.”

He hugged the other male back. "Yeah, Watari did it after talking to Sarah about the rooms. Some big mystery or something. How're you doing?"

“You want the truth or a real rosy version?” Dean smiled to remove any anger or bitterness from the comment.

Blue eyes looked at the older man for a moment. "Let's walk while you tell me what's going on."

Dean didn’t mince matters, being completely honest. He talked of his heavy work load and school schedules, forgetting to eat, not enough rest, and the schedule the family put him on. He mentioned Sam’s upheaval. He sighed and talked about the weddings and what had happened with Sarah and Lisa. He even talked about his stupidity at the restaurant and its aftereffects. He shook his head as they both walked towards the cabin. He knew he had to get the others up, but a chance to talk without being judged was a relief.

Mello simply listened, munching on his chocolate as they walked around the property. He'd had a feeling Dean had just needed to vent, so he'd stayed quiet and allowed the other to talk about what was going on.

“I have a plan, Mello. I’m hoping against hope that Lisa and Sarah will see I’m not exactly like they think I am. Maybe....just maybe....they’ll back off and quit trying to shove something I don’t want in my life down my throat. I’m going to do some research of my own. I’m going to get help. Don’t laugh, Mello, cause I’m only telling you this. I’m gonna sing at Sarah’s wedding. She don’t know it yet. I’m not great, but with help, I’m not bad either.”

"There may be some teachers in town that can help you with that. Do you have an idea of a song for that?"

“Yeah, I’m hoping there is. The song is one you’ve heard. It’s in one of the Lord of the Rings movies. ‘May it Be’ by Enya.”

"I'm familiar with it. Good song," he said, crunching down to take another bite of his chocolate.

“Yeah. I just hope I don’t go and ruin her plans, but it’s a surprise for that night. I know I can get off key and that’s the problem, but I’m told there’s ways to help with that. I want to be on key for this. You got no idea what it means to me.”

"I'll do some poking around and get a few names for you," he promised.

"Thanks, Mello. We need to get Sam and the others up. There's gonna be trucks coming in all day. This one is groceries...tons of groceries. Watari may want some of it your kitchen cabinets. Right now, all the frozen and perishables are going into the storage. No refrigerators delivered yet. Let's go wake some people.....Oh, and Mello? Thanks."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 119

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.

Interludes

"Anything else you need, Lisa?" Sam asked.

“I think I can get him out of there and into bed. You’ve earned your rest, Sam. Thank you.”

"Not a problem. Tell him I hope he feels better," he said, then hurried out to find Sarah.

Dean had finished the tea, and the water was cooling faster than he liked. He pulled himself to the edge of the tub and reached for a towel. Pulling the lever, he let the water drain. Toweling dry, Dean hung the damp towel on a rack and went softly into the bedroom. He was alone. He felt ashamed of what he had done, so he slipped into the bed, not bothering to dress, and burrowed under the blankets.

Lisa heard the tub draining and slipped into the bedroom. "I know you're awake, love."

She heard a deep sigh and the hunter turned onto his back. She couldn’t see him in the dark, but could imagine what he was thinking. He should have known he couldn't avoid Lisa this way.“I was a real ass today, Lis. I’m sorry.”

"You're forgiven, love. Just..next time tell me you want to be punished and I'll boil up wet noodles to spank you with," she teased. "No more trying to poison yourself."

She heard his voice deepen as he spoke, “I could think of betters ways to punish me, Lis. I bet you could even make me cry out.”

"Oh, I bet I could," she said, kissing him sweetly.

He pulled her on top of him, the blankets between them. “I’m willing to find out.”

She laughed, then began to spend time with her future husband. It was good to see him in such a mood and she hoped it would continue.

Dean did everything but make love to her. She could feel his heart racing as he touched her. His teeth grazed her neck. “Damn, Lis,” he groaned. “Christmas Eve can’t get here soon enough.”

"I know," she aid, her hands not idle at all. "It'll be perfect."