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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 130

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.

Moving....Part II

The group went to work, following Dean's orders. Near stayed behind to keep an eye out for Watari in case their caretaker needed anything.

Dean checked to see how much longer the movers would be in Sam’s wing. It didn’t look like it would be longer. The older Winchester walked outside. There were still several trucks. He checked and some were delivering paintings, statuary. He had no idea who they were for, so he asked. The decorations were for his and Sam’s wings. “Hey, why don’t you guys pull the truck off the gravel. There’s been no rain or snow. The ground is hard. It’s just cold. You aren’t carrying heavy furniture. If it says D or L winchester, go left. If it says S Winchester, go right. Okay?”

The drivers nodded, heading to move the trucks so things would be easier.

Dean had the driver of the truck hauling the stuff for his wing move next to Sam’s truck. Soon there were three trucks unloading. He helped the truckers move things in. He could see the others moving things from the trailers. Dean was getting winded but figured it was because he hadn’t done anything this major in quite a while. He needed to keep exercising and get his wind back. It bothered him.

The group kept working, getting things arranged and set up at the same time. It wasn't too much longer before everything was offloaded and the real moving could begin.

Dean walked into their living room and starting moving the furniture around. The large overstuffed sofa and massive rocker recliners were facing the fireplace. He had not told Lisa or Sara that he had taken over one of the two upstairs rooms and turned it into a media room. There were some beanbag chairs, two recliners,s a large screen HD television. Opening about five boxes of blu ray movies, the movie buff in him smiled at those. Many of these he’d always wanted to see and now he could. Frowning, he muttered, "When I have time."

The older brother gave Matt a call and left a voice message asking him to set up the electronics. He had surround sound in the the room. There was also a game machine and games. He’d learned to enjoy them when he played Sam that day. His hand held game machine now had about six games for it. No one ever saw him with it, but he played it during lunch at the diesal school. It helped the mechanic unwind.

There was a knock on the door a few moments later. Matt had got the voice mail and was waiting to help get this set up.

Dean let him in. “Thanks, man. If you have the time, there’s a setup for surround in our bedroom, the living room, and my office. I don’t expect you to get it all done today.”

Dean headed to the bedroom and began arranging the furniture to suit what they had discussed. Matt looked in and saw the heavy pieces the older man was moving. He walked downstairs and looked at the pieces in the living room. He thought about what had been arranged in the media room. He remembered overhearing L and Watari discussing what Bobby had sent them. Dean had been put on limited work because he was overdoing it with classes, job, and driving to the city twice a week. He grinned, knowing that Dean figured no one would know.

Matt opened his phone, calling Mello and having the blond come over to help Dean move stuff while he set up the electronics.
There was a knock on the wing door a few moments after Matt's call.

Matt heard a thud and a curse. A few seconds later, Dean was heading downstairs. He opened the door, breathing heavily, and stared at the blond. “What the hell? Watari okay? Ya’ll can’t be completely finished over there.”

"Nope but you can't finish that on your own either," he told him. "I know for a fact Lisa is helping Sarah with hanging paintings and the like," the blond grinned.

“I can move furniture, Mello. Sam’s doing it. What gives?” Mello realized that Dean had no idea they knew about his lack of sleep, not eating right, and the stress. Mello knew that Dean had been getting stuff placed everywhere and had to have seen Bobby helping Sam.

"What, can I not try to help a friend?" He crammed his hands into his pockets, looking both mischevious and cute at the same time.

Dean got a disgusted look on his face. “Who talked to who? When? That all happened last week.”

He gave him an innocent smile. "No idea what you're talking about. Now, let's get this moved."

Mello followed Dean into the the living area. There was formal furniture in sitting area. The living room furniture was massive. Mello looked at the furniture as the went into rooms and would stare at the man in front of him, wondering how does he do this? Dean started to take the stairs two at a time and stumbled, grabbing a railing. “Whoa. I need to be more careful.” He grabbed the railing and held it the rest of the way up the stairs.

"Yup, which is why I'm here," he said, following his friend upstairs.

Dean turned at the top of the stairs. “What does that mean exactly?”

"What do you mean?" He looked innocent again, falling in step with the other.

“Mello, you can pull that crap on a lot of people, but not me. I’ve worked with you enough to know you. You got that? What the hell did you mean? I’m not being careful enough and that’s why you’re here?”

"Meaning you have people who care, Dean, so stop being so paranoid," he reprimanded gently. "i'm here to help so let's do this so we can rest and relax tonight. Lisa and Sarah are talking barbecue."

“I’m not trying to be paranoid, Mello. Honest, I’m not I just want my life back, man. I can’t seem to make it work right now. Everyone else is running it.” Dean gave a soft laugh, but Mello wasn’t sure if there was a sob in his voice or not. “Barbecue, heh? Okay. Let’s get this done. I want a shower...bad.”

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