Dean and Lisa's Room
"Which shouldn't be too long from now," Sam pointed out, knowing the furniture should be here anytime.
“Yeah. Depending on what store it was bought from. That food has got to be put up..”
Lisa nudged him, “Our bedroom, hon”
The hunter turned and looked at the others. “I’m not forgetting, honest. We’re running short on time.” He looked at Sarah. “I’m sorry, Sarah. You’re right. You put a hell of of lot into this. The other things can wait. Lead on. Which of the last three first?”
“The two extra bedrooms were left empty, hon, until they are needed”
“Until they’re what?” Realization finally appeared on Dean’s face. He flushed a little, smiled, and nodded. “One left then.”
Sarah giggled, leading them to the room. It looked as if they were standing on a mountain top in the center of a storm. It was beautifully done, and with fountains hidden in the right areas, the sound of rain could be heard.
Dean and Lisa stood in the center of the room, with the older Winchester slowly turning, trying to take in what he was seeing and hearing.
Sarah had taken stone and had artfully applied it to parts of the walls to present the illusion they were on the mountain while the ceiling and upper parts of the walls were painted to represent a storm. She'd really done very well with this, the clouds having a rich texture to them.
Lisa knew what was going to happen to room in part, but was delighted by it. Before long everyone was staring at Dean, who kept slowly turning and staring, eyes wide, mouth open slightly. Sarah could see his tongue running over his lips over and over.
He stumbled to his knees and sat down, taking deep breaths, and exhaling slowly. Under his breath, he whispered, “Damn!” The only people who heard him were Sam and Watari who had both knelt to down to check on him.
Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh gods, I screwed up? I can redo it if need be," she said, almost panicked.
Dean’s voice raised, “Don’t you touch it!” He turned his head to look at his brother and Watari who were on their knees trying to check his pulse. “Sammy? I thought I’d be seeing a mountain storm in the distance! Man, I’m in it! I’m actually in it!!! I didn’t think that was possible when I asked for a mural! Sarah? Where is she?”
Sam started chuckling. "She's hiding behind Lisa because she's scared you don't like it."
“Sarah? You and Lisa get your asses down here. Sit by me. Everyone, on the floor. You feel more from here. You not only hear the rain sound but you can almost feel it. Someone turn on the ceiling fans so we can feel the wind. Sit, Sarah. You’re in the storm.” Dean was tapping the floor next to him. Mello turned on the fans and joined the others.
Dean looked at the woman who sat down next to him. “Close your eyes and listen and feel it, after you look around you.” Soon Dean was leaning back on his arms, head back, a smile that both women found rather seductive, on his face.
Near's eyes were closed as well. "It does feel as if Near is in the center of a storm. What a useful room for meditation and relaxation," he said, making Matt and Mello chuckle.
A head turned towards the teen, and hazel eyes opened and stared at him. Dean squinted for a minute. “Not exactly what I had I had mind, Near,” he commented, Castiel on his mind at that moment. He was glad that Near had joined them to see the remainder of the house, but the comment was so reminiscent of the angel.
Matt chuckled at the look on Dean's face. "Is it a good thing then?"
“What? You mean meditation and relaxation?” What I had in mind will relax in the long run, but I like the idea of chasing a frisky woman in a storm.” Dean winked and laid flat on his back, grabbing Lisa and pulling her against him, not thinking of his son further behind him sitting beside his grandfather.
Lisa poked him. "Remember there's young ears here," she reminded him as she cuddled into his embrace.
Dean’s face burrowed into her neck and he whispered, “Won’t be tonight.”
She laughed, poking him again. "So? Happy with how things look here?"
Dean’s sigh could be heard by those around him and they all knew the older Winchester was very happy. “Yeah, I am,” he whispered softly
"Good," she said with a smile. "Now I think I hear a truck. Let's see what's going on."
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