Monday, February 28, 2011
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.
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.”