Friday, March 4, 2011
Supernatural Death Note Chapter 125
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.
On to Dean and Lisa's
Dean stood up straight, striving to wipe the tears from his face, and nodded yes. Ben was almost jumping up and down by this time. Lisa walked towards Sarah and said, “Yes, let’s go.”
The group followed as Sarah led them to the wing. She opened it into a small living room area that Lisa had chosen for a parlor type room for meeting with guests. The walls were painted a rich burgandy, with no murals as Lisa had wanted it keep it simple for now. "Lisa said you guys had furniture to match the walls, this was actually the easiest room in the wing."
Dean’s eyes grew wide as he looked at the rich burgundy color and wondered what was ahead. Lisa had not mentioned this room being done like this. He had thought they had decided on cedar floors, with grays, blues, and browns. He took a deep breath and waited to see what the girls had decided to do. While he was sick, he’d spent time trying to learn how to decorate, knowing colors went from one room to another. He figured everything was going to be different. He thought he could deal with it. The burgundy was nice.
Sarah led them into the main hallway, which looked almost like a forest, carrying the burgandy into the leaves to create an autumn theme. "Kitchen first?"
“Yeah, that would be good,” Dean spoke softly.
She opened the doors to the kitchen, leading them into the desert. The artist had chosen sunrise for the theme, giving the desert tones rich colors that were both soothing and inspiring. The cabinets and counters matched her mural work, and the room looked as if they were standing in the desert instead of the house.
“Ohhhh..,” was the only sound heard from the older Winchester.
Sarah chewed her lower lip. "Like, hate, what?"
The hunter’s eyes were almost green when he turned to her. “It’s...it’s...damn, Sarah. I may not want to leave this room.” Dean picked her up, kissed her on the lips and swung her around.
She laughed at that. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. There's more rooms to look at."
Dean let go of her and walked over to Lisa, a big grin on his face. She led them into the family room, this one done in another nature mural that blended in with the shelving that Lisa had picked out.
Dean stopped as they entered, eyes focused on the large redwoods mural, thinking about the time he’d seen them. The colors were part of a beautiful autumn scene. Dean swallowed hard, turned and stared at the redwood shelving hanging on the some of the other walls, the rich grayish brown of the cedar flooring blending nicely.
He turned to Lisa, “It’s beautiful, Lis, but we ordered blue and gray furniture and the pictures and stuff won’t go.”
"I changed it a bit when I saw Sarah's ideas. Same furniture, just colors that would match this room. Given some of the other rooms, I wanted a little more change. You'll understand."
“O...kay. What about the big painting and the Native American artifacts? What did you choose in place of them? They won’t go with this.”
` "You trust me, love?" She smiled up at him.
Dean stared into her dark brown eyes for a moment that turned into several minutes. A soft, “Yeah, Lis. I trust you,” was barely heard
"I've planned for it, and it'll look great. No worries," she said. "Want to see Ben's room?"