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Monday, October 17, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 151

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 and before 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 Return of Castiel

Dean turned over feeling the coolness of the room on his face. Opening his eyes, he stared into a pair of brilliant blue ones staring intently at him. He jumped, a loud "Whoa!" being exclaimed. "Damn it, Cas. Personal space, man!"

"My apologies," he said softly, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the ones asleep. Ryuuzaki was the only one awake, reading a book and occasionally looking up to stare at the new comer.

Dean turned to look at the detective. His lip felt incredibly sore and stiff. He looked at the pillow noticing the slight blood stains. It had oozed some during the night, meaning that the stiffness was probably dried blood. Sighing softly he inched out the blankets so as not to wake Lisa.. He got up and headed to the bathroom. He return a few minutes later and put a pot of coffee on and a tea kettle. Turning to look at the fire, he noted that it was low. Walking past the angel, Dean muttered, "Excuse me, Cas." Soon a roaring fire was burning. Dean knelt, feeling it's warmth on his face. He got up and moved towards the couch and sat down on the opposite end from the detective.

The hunter looked up at the angel. "I was wondering if you were coming back or not. I figured you were out taking care of one of your other projects."

"There was a problem with one of my other wards," he said. "But I returned promptly as you invited me to stay for a while."

"I hope you ward is all right. You missed all the fun, but hell, we got another day of it. I'm assuming it's still coming down outside?"

"This will probably not end for a few more days," he said. "There is another system behind it."

"A few days? It's about four days to Thanksgiving and we are not going to be able to even thaw out the turkey. Well, Bobby, Sam, and I are used to that, but no one else here is. Damn it. I so wanted things to go right this year."

"Why can it not go well? Put the turkey in front of the fireplace to thaw, then roast it pilgrim style," he pointed out. "Use the small stove there to make the fixings. I believe there is enough baked goods to make things even more pleasant for everyone. This will just have to be done as the pilgrims did."

"How do you know about pilgrims, Cas? Don't tell me. Was the ward you watched famous?"

"Famous? No, a small girl in India," he said with a smile. "And I know because I had a charge during that time period. I watched them prepare the original feast."

Dean stared, a look of confusion on his face. He shook his head to clear it. "Okay. Two questions. Was your charge during the pilgrim feast one of the famous ones? Why are you having to watch a little girl in India? She got some special thing that's gonna to happen her?"

"No, not famous. A simple Puritan boy back in the day," he said. "And I do not only watch the ones with big plans in their future, Dean. I also watch out for the ones that have simple lives that will touch a few that they interact with."

"Yeah, well...I filled those already, Cas. I don't have any more big plans ahead of me, do I?" Troubled eyes stared up at the angel standing near the fire.

The angel looked over at L and met his dark eyes. L would not know what was ahead for him. Only the Father knew and had told Cas to continue to be there for Dean and Sam. The detective must not die. He would suicide if they are not involved. It was not the time yet.

"There is something we must speak of later," he murmured. "Now is not the time but trust me, this is more along the lines of something different than you know. At the moment, you have started a new path. You will not walk it alone."

Dean just stared in shock. He got up to check on the tea kettle and coffee. His hands were shaking at this point. He had thought his hunting days were down to an occasional job for L. The apocalypse had been averted. He poured water over a tea bag, put it on a plate, and brought it with sugar cubes and creamer to L.

"You want some tea, Cas?" he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"I would love some, Dean. Thank you," he said. He didn't need to eat human food but enjoyed it at times, thanks to Dean's influence.

Dean fixed Cas' tea the way he knew angel drank it. Turning to take the tea to his friend, he almost dropped it. Cas was about two feet from him. The angel took the mug from the hunter. Dean's eyes showed he was upset, but said nothing, except, "Oh! Here you go, Cas." The human followed the angel back to the main part of the room. He went and sat on the pallet next to a sleeping Lisa. He suddenly felt scared.

Castiel took a sip and gave an appreciative smile before sensing the fear. "Dean, please come with me for a moment," he said, rising

Dean up looked from where was sitting , staring at the woman he was about to marry. "There's not a warm spot in this cabin, except this room, Cas. I'm in my pajamas. Give me a minute grab my coat and gloves."

"Not necessary," he said, tapping him and keeping him warm for the moment. "Come with me."

"We'll be back, Ryu." Turning to Cas, he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Castiel led him into the kitchen, then silenced the room so no one would hear him. "What is coming, I can only give a few hints and reassurances. The person in the line of fire is the detective," he told him. "The Father has seen what is coming ahead and wants you and Samuel to aid L in it. If he does not have the help of you both and Bobby's guidance, he will not survive the coming case."

"He dies? What about the others? Watari? Matt? Mello?.......Near?"

"If he dies, the losses will be catastrophic and the good that L will do will be diminished," he said. "His death will cause a lot of problems. It must be averted," he told him. "You will be needed to help him and prevent anything happening to L and the others."

Dean tried to put a lighter tone to his voice, but it was difficult. "Double duty, then. When will this happen? How much time do we have at home before this happens, Cas?"

"I am not sure," he said. "You will know when it does. L will be asking for your aid now that he knows you two."

"He's only asked for it once so far. We did a job in Pennsylvania with Mello. Cas, this job that is going to be so important...will it cause danger to Lisa, Ben, and Sarah?"

"No," he answered. "As long as they keep their heads down and remain law abiding citizens. Dean, you must not share anything I have told you with the others. Sam and Bobby may know when you can pull them aside. However, we cannot affect the course of what will be. Even I cannot affect this."

Dean looked at the angel in front of him. "Maybe it's better if don't say anything to anyone. I don't want to ruin the holidays for anyone, Cas."

"After Christmas, you need to tell Sam and Bobby so they are not taken unaware when it happens," he answered. "I have faith that you will do all you can to help L when the time comes."

Dean looked into the wide blue eyes. "I owe L and Watari as much as I owe you, Cas."

"They do not consider it a debt, Dean, nor do I. Now, we should go back in and enjoy the company there," he said to his friend.

Dean walked over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer section. Shaking his head, he turned and walked towards the main room, following the angel. After entering the room he went to his duffel and pulled out some clothes. Everyone was still asleep except Sam who was now drinking a cup of coffee, and L who had a second cup of tea. Dean stayed in the big room and began to get dressed. He reached over for his boots.

Sam looked at his brother. "Going somewhere?"

"There's no turkey in the kitchen freezer. I don't imagine anything else is in there either. I'm going to grab an empty box and go get the stuff in the storeroom outside. Be back in a bit," Dean answered as he grabbed his coat from the pile near the door.

"It's a big bird," he told his brother. "Give me a few and I'll go with you to help."

"Okay," the older hunter responded, fastening his coat. "Thanks."

Sam set his coffee aside and got his outdoor gear on before heading to go out with Dean.

As they walked towards the patio in the freezing house, Dean asked his brother, "How'd you know I would be going outside this morning? You were already dressed."

"You usually like a bit of a walk first thing to clear your head and the like," he said. "And with Thanksgiving coming, I figured you'd probably be getting things together for that too."

"You're right. They're not gonna let me walk in this. The groceries need to be brought in. It gives me a minute."

"Yup and I'm helping, so no one can say you're trying to overdo. That and I had a feeling you needed to talk. You looked a bit upset after you came back in with Cas," he told him.

Dean stopped outside the storeroom and looked up to meet the taller man's eyes. Sam could the see the ice that was coming down sticking to his brother's eyebrows and lashes. Dean was at a loss for words for the moment. He wanted to tell his brother, but didn't want to ruin anything.

"Dean, you know I"m with you to the end, so what's going on?"

Watari, and the boys. No one."

"Understood," he answered. "What's going on?"

"I think we may be facing something as big as the apocalypse, Sammy. It involves L. If we don't handle this right, they could all die. Cas said everyone knowing could change the future. He said you and I are trusted by L and we would save him. Bobby would be the adviser helping L. L would listen to him, I guess. I got scared about the girls and Ben. He said that as long as they behave themselves, stay low, there would be no problems. I sure as hell hope he's right." Dean tried to open the storage room, but the lock was frozen with ice over it. "Ah, damn it. You got a lighter?"

He searched his pockets, then turned it over to Dean. "Cas didn't say anything other than that?"

"You know how L is. He will call on this one. It's gonna be bad, Sam. Cas said if L dies it will be catastrophic. I'm not crazy about those words. I owe L my life. I'm not gonna let him down."

"I can see why it'd be bad if L's life is at risk. The boys really aren't old enough yet to take over," Sam said. "It'd be like giving Ben a gun and throwing him into a hunt. It's something none of them are ready for. Ben will never have to live our lives, and the boys are still being educated to follow in L's footsteps. We've got to do what we can to help them."

"I am just worried about the girls and Ben. I haven't had the greatest luck with love, Sammy. I don't want to lose this. I have to do this, but will Lisa understand the risks and not leave?"

"She'll understand..especially if she knows that it's to protect them," he told him.

"I hope so, Sammy. I can't give her any warning. I sure as hell have no idea what we're up against to even get ready for it. Cas doesn't seem to know. He won't tell us if he does. Something about messing what has to happen and the damage that could be done. It's like a time travel thing, I think. You don't want to mess anything up. I don't know. My mind is screwed up right now. I thought we'd be doing simple hunts for L. I just never expected anything like this." Dean finally got enough heat to the lock to melt the ice. He unlocked the door and both entered the storeroom and out of the storm.

Sam's voice was soft. "All we have to do is tell them that L gave us the mission through Ryuuzaki, and Cas said that it was vital we make sure that L remains alive. She'll understand that."

"Yeah, she will. She's got to," Dean answered softly in return. For a second a look of mischief crossed his face. "Yours will want to hunt with you."

Dean set the box on the floor and walked to the large freezer. He found the turkey. He picked it up and turned, bumping into his brother. "Yeah?".

"Oh I imagine she will," he laughed. "Um..are you dancing with the bird?"

Looking up into his brother's grinning face, Dean smiled back. "I didn't think I was. Are you cutting in?"

"No, I don't think so," he snickered.
Dean nodded, "Good. Let me go put my partner in the box." Moving around his brother, he placed the large bird in the box and turned to look at the shelves of food. "Well, we can't make home made stuffing. There's no way to bake it. We could put some in the bird, but's going to be a strange roasting in the fireplace. I'm thinking about putting it in a that large Dutch oven up on the top shelf. We can set it inside the fireplace on some of the logs that have charcoaled and put coals on top. Gonna take a long time. I figure we'll need to cook it overnight, possibly. I can't guarantee the temperature. We'll heap the wood coals around it.Should work, I would think. Just in case they don't want to make stuffing for just the bird, we can grab a few boxes of the stuffing mixes over there. Almost everything is supposed to bake. We can boil and mash potatoes. We could have corn on the cob. There won't be pies or cakes, but there's plenty of cookies in the kitchen. I think Lisa made candy and some brownies of some kind. That will have to do. What do you think, Sammy."

"She's got cookies and baked goods, so we're good there. I think we can slice things up for a relish tray and use some of the homemade bread in place of rolls. Cranberry sauce, I think that's in the fridge," he said softly.

"There's corn on the cob in the big freezer. The potatoes are in a bin over there. I bet they got freezer burn bad. The breads are the kitchen. Cranberry sauce is in the refrigerator over there.. I'll grab the stuff on the shelves first. If you want to look in the refrigerator out here, and see what is salvageable for a relish tray. There should be some cheeses at least. I see some olives up here on the shelf. There's several kinds of pickles. Do people eat pickles on Thanksgiving, Sammy?" Dean was putting the items he found on the shelf that he had mentioned in the box while he talked.

"On the relish trays, yeah," he said, grabbing everything he could find for the holiday meal.

Dean had the box filled to the brim, and looked at the remaining items that needed to go into the cabin. He stood up and looked for a container to carry food in. He remembered seeing a plastic bin in Near's solarium. "I'll be right back We need something to carry the rest of this in and I know where there's one."

"Okay, I'll bring these in and come back for the rest unless you want me to hit the main kitchen for the other stuff?"

"I can bring the rest. Go ahead and hit the main kitchen. It's all got to thaw and the room is not hot enough, so we need every minute we've got."

"All right, don't take long, Dean. Too damned cold out here," he said, heading off to bring the food in.

The older brother entered the solarium They had set up some special burners with hot coals and in them. He put some new ones in them and realized they needed to check the green houses. He made a pass through to reset fires. He did not want to lose everything. Walking out from the last green house, he picked up the plastic bin and headed towards the storeroom when he saw his brother, Watari, Mello, and Matt. Dean froze. He he looked at each face. Sam and Watari's worried him. "I'm in trouble, right?"

"No, you're fine. Skin is a good color. Actually, we're glad you thought of getting this ahead of time. Where were you heading next," Watari asked him.

"I was heading back to the storeroom. I needed something to put the Dutch oven and the remaining food in this bin. I remembered seeing it in Near's solarium. We can put the turkey in it and set it near the fire place so it will thaw in time."

"That's a good idea," he answered. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"Yeah? Okay, the Dutch oven and the remaining items for the Thanksgiving dinner. Sam and I figured out what would work."

"Anything we need to check on?"

"Not that I can think of. I've just got to get the Dutch down off the top shelf. The food is all over the counter space in there. I'll load it around and on top of the Dutch oven and bring it on in."

"All right," the older male said. "Just shout at us if you need something."

Dean smiled, reached over and retrieved the bin from Mello who, thinking Watari was going to have them do it, had taken the container from him, and headed towards the storeroom. He finished loading the bin. It took a few minutes to get the Dutch oven down but he managed it. He felt a little more confident when no one took the job away from him and the compliment over the green houses and solarium helped him also. He walked up to the patio and worked to the get door open with the large container in his arms.

Near opened the door for him, helping him into the house. "Sam is in the kitchen, retrieving the last of the items needed."

"Thanks, Near. Does Watari know you are out here in stocking feet?" Dean kept walking as he talked. "Let's get this inside before you catch pneumonia or something."

No, Watari does not,' he said, following him in. "However, Near was not out here long enough to become ill."

"Okay," Dean replied, "Let's get this inside the main room. My fingers are going numb even with the gloves on."

Near nodded, opening more doors.

They passed Sam on the way through. Near opened the last door and Dean entered. "Thanks, Near. Go sit by the fire and warm up. Where do you want this? The bin will be perfect for the putting the turkey in to thaw. Lis? Sarah?"

"Yeah?" Sarah's voice sounded groggy as she answered him back.

Everyone could see a look of surprise on the hunter's face. "Lisa?"

Lisa yawned rolling over. "Huh?" She wasn't quite awake yet.
Dean had not realized how early he had fallen asleep the night before. The confusion in his eyes was almost comical. "I'll just set it over here?" he asked softly, setting the bin on the other side of the table. "Go on back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's ok," she mumbled, then face planted onto the pillow, out again. Sam laughed softly, encouraging Sarah to conk back out as well.
Dean stood up after setting the bin down. His face was rather red from the ice and wind. He looked at his brother and shrugged, looking much younger then his age. He took his gloves off and tried to unbutton his coat. Sam watched his brother as he fumbled with numb fingers, a look of frustration forming on his face. Instead of getting the coat unbuttoned, he walked to the fire and put his hands out, trying to warm them and get them working.

Sam slipped up beside him, unbuttoning the coat for him. "Too cold out there," he murmured, getting the garment undone for him. "Cas said another system was right behind this one. I'm glad we're pretty self sufficient here."

Dean was quiet for a second. He looked into his brother's hazel eyes and a half smile formed. "Thanks, Sammy. Yeah, I'm glad too. I'm gonna have to find better gloves then what they sold me."

"I think so," he said. "We'll head out there to find something warmer after this weather breaks."

That would be great. Sammy," Both men looked up as Watari brought them a cup of hot tea. Dean smiled his thanks and went to sit down on the pallet next to his fianceƩ.

Sam grinned, helping get the food set up to thaw. "Not a problem, Dean."

The older man sat and watched the proceedings, holding onto the mug of tea with both hands. His fingers were stiff and tingling unmercifully. He kept quiet about it. It was bad enough he couldn't unbutton his coat.

Watari took one of Dean's hands, checking it over. "Not frostbitten," he murmured. "Keep them around the cup. It'll help."

Dean looked up at the older man. "I'm fine, sir," he said softly. "My fingers are numb and my whole hands are tingling like an electrical shock. They were just cold too long."

"Just keep it warm for now," he said to him.

"Yes, Sir. I will. Thank you."

Ben walked over and sat next to Bobby who had gotten up about thirty minutes before. "Can I ask a question?" he asked the older man.

Bobby looked at the boy. "Sure, Ben, what's going on?"

"Why does Dad call Watari, 'Sir,' like that? He sounds like a private in an Army movie and Watari is a general. Why does he do that?"

"It's a sign of respect," he said. "Watari is an older man and someone your father respects."

"It's not the same. Watari takes care of everyone and he's a good cook, but Dad acts like he's his boss and maybe Dad's afraid Watari won't like something he did. It's weird. You and Uncle Sam don't do that. Nobody else does. It's just Dad."

Bobby listened for a moment, thinking. "Watari is a capable person who has saved your dad in a special way. It's definitely someone he respects a good deal."

"That's all it is? I thought Dad was afraid to make him mad. He always asks him 'Did I do something wrong?' I didn't understand why he did that. I thought Ryuuzaki did as much for him. I guess I was wrong. Thanks."

It was hard to explain it in a way that Ben would understand. Maybe Dean could do so when he was older.

Dean held onto the warmth of the tea as he slowly drank the dark brew. He watched his son talking to his adopted grandfather, wondering what was so interesting. He sighed. the last week had been so busy. He hadn't had time to talk much with either one of them. He needed to take care of that.

Bobby flashed him a smile, getting comfortable on his pallet.

Dean watched his son join Mello and Matt on their pallet. He got up and walked over and sat down next to the man he thought of as his Dad. "You look comfortable enough."

"I am, surprisingly," he chuckled. "You warming up?"

"Yeah, I'm getting there" Dean was quiet for a minute. He watched his son talking animatedly with the two teens.

"What's on your mind, son?"

"The pillow fight yesterday was fun, wasn't it?" Bobby looked at the swollen lip and slightly bruised nose and just waited. Dean finally looked at him, "We need to talk later." Dean looked back at his son. "He all right? He sure looked serious when he was talking to you."

"He was curious as to why you call Watari, Sir."

Dean turned red with embarrassment, "It's become a habit, I think."I told him that he'd helped you a lot, a bit of a boss at times, and worthy of respect," he told him.

"Yeah, that's a pretty big part of it. I was so messed up for a while...thinking the wrong things,.....saying the wrong things......and hell, doing the wrong things."

"You're getting better, Dean. I'm proud of the progress you've made," he said to his surrogate son.

"That means a lot. Sam and I were doing something ... maybe in the garden. We may have been eating. I'm not sure. Something happened and Watari got rather upset. That's probably not right. A lot of those days run together. I only know that I thought that he was reprimanding me like Dad used to do. That locked itself in my mind for a long time. I couldn't handle being yelled at. I know I stiffened and said, 'Yes, Sir.'. All I could think of was don't yell at me. Some how it came down to needing his approval. I've been getting better, but I still want his approval and respect. I say, "Sir," now because I respect him and his authority. It's a story I can't tell Ben. I sure as hell wouldn't tell Watari or L. The reason is back there, but it's changed because I've changed."

"That's all that matters," he said softly. "You're fine, Dean. You're doing just fine."

"I think I am, I have lapses but not as many as before. I'm not just trying to heal me but relationships too. It's not easy.

"It takes time, but you're making good progress. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Bobby. I want to make you proud of me. I love you. It's important to me."

He hugged him. "Love you too, Dean."

Dean held him tight, sniffed a little, then pulled away. He spoke to the group, "I don't how long the Sleeping Beauties are going to be sleeping, so what are we doing for breakfast?"

Everyone laughed and the day turned to normal things, consisting of cooking, cleaning up, talking, and playing games. Most of the week went this way. Castiel would come and go. Wednesday night, Watari and the girls made stuffing and put it in the turkey. Sam had made a place for the Dutch oven. Cas showed him how it was done centuries before. The turkey was placed in the fireplace. Sam set his alarm because it was the loudest in the room. Someone would baste the turkey, rebank the fire, and Sam would reset his alarm. Everyone slept well as the night turned to the wee morning hours of Thanksgiving and the ice storm broke. It began to snow.

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