Friday, March 4, 2011
Supernatural Death Note Chapter 127
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.
“Ben’s been really patient. There’s five rooms up there. Ben’s, ours, and three others we aren’t even ready to use yet. There’s groceries out there. So, let’s head on upstairs.” Dean’s voice was still shaky.
The group headed upstairs, stopping by Ben's room. Sarah opened the door, letting the group come in.
They all stood aside to let Ben enter.
The room was done as a beach and ocean theme. The ceiling was a light blue with seagulls hanging from it that Sarah had created. The only furniture in there was the bed, which she had designed and overseen the crafting of. It looked like a sailboat that had a fiberglass cover a few feet above that held a mast and sails. At night, he would be able to see the glow in the dark stars she'd put up.
She'd had the room next to it opened into Ben's room for a playroom slash study and had used that as an underwater theme. It was separated from Ben's room by deep blue beaded strands.
Everyone looked on in awe, watching to see Ben’s reaction to the two rooms.
Ben's eyes were huge. "It's perfect," he whispered.
Dean walked up behind his son, “Yeah, Son, it is.”
He grinned. "I love it!"
Dean looked at the woman behind him, “Lis?” He turned to Sarah. “Thank you.”
"You're welcome," she said with a smile. The bed had taken time to design and then work with the artisans to make.
“Ben, you gonna be like Near and hibernate today? Or, you gonna help with everything,” Dean teased, everyone knowing that Near wouldn’t be able to help. Dean’s eyes were tender when he said it, thoughts of both boys on his mind.
"I think I'll hibernate once my stuff is in. When do we move in, Dad?" he bounced in place.
Dean, not thinking about the bedroom, said, “When the stuff comes, and it will be in shifts. Right now, there’s food.”