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Supernatural Death Note Chapter 133

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.

Dean Faces off with the Family, and Sam Backs Him

They entered the cabin and found everyone sitting in the living area. Even Near was near the fireplace. Dean’s brows went up as he looked around. He forced a smile.

“Hey, we got the stereo. Matt, you got everything you need to hook it up? Did you guys get the pit over here?”

The red head nodded. "Yup, I've got what I need. And the pit is here and heating up to start the cooking," he quipped.

Dean felt tense. “Okay....good. What’s wrong?”

Sam shook his head, not sure why this was happening. "I dunno but dinner needs to get started on."

“Has anything been started? I can still make those beans, Sarah. You said I couldn’t work in the kitchen, but I don’t mind.”

"Not yet..I was about to," she said softly. "I know desserts are started," she grinned.

“What’s going on? “ Dean walked into the kitchen and set the stereo he was carrying on the table. “If I’m not needed, I’m going to take a nice hot bath and read in my office for a while. Is that okay with everyone?”

Sam nodded. "Sounds good; I'll get everyone going here."

Dean’s eyes searched faces without seeming to. He nodded to his brother, “You still gonna join me?” There was a sound of confusion in his voice.

"Of course," he said. "I said I would."

“I know that.” Dean searched faces and locked eyes with Watari. “Watari, what’s going on?”

"We heard you weren't feeling well and wanted to see how you were," he told him softly.

Dean stared again at all the faces in the room. He spoke as soft his brother was earlier. “Mello, what did you tell them?”

"Just that you were still tired and were going to see the doctor," he told him. "I'm worried, ok?"

“I’m tired. I saw the doctor. Pick his brains tonight. With the laws in this country, I wish you well at that. I’m gonna go soak in a hot tub, and read in my sanctuary. Remember, Lis? No one can enter unless I say yes.” Dean turned and walked off.

Sam glared at them. "This was a damned stupid thing to do. Couldn't take a hint and back off, could you? He's tired; he doesn't need a full on inquisition. Go do whatever it is you have to do for the family bbq and hope like hell he calms down."

Bobby muttered under his breath about ‘damned stupid idjits.’ He looked at Watari and shook his head. The older man nodded in agreement.

"I'm not being damned stupid. What you guys did was out of line. He went to the doctor and did everything right. I know you're worried but you know what? You'll smother him to death if you don't back off."

“Sam, you helped set up a calendar and schedule for him. You were just as worried and you smothered too. Besides, Bobby was calling us stupid, and Watari was agreeing,” Lisa commented.

"Sorry but he made me feel it was Dean and I he was referring to. Now, I'm going to shower and then go join my brother. Call us when things are ready," he said, heading to his wing.

Bobby stood up. “Well, Idjits, I’m going to do what Sam suggested. He’s right, you know. Dean don’t like to be smothered. Let’s hope the boy calms down.”

The group nodded, heading to work on the various food items they had said they would.

Dean had gone to his wing and went upstairs to try the massive whirlpool tub in the master bed room. He turned on the jets and slipped into the tub. Leaning his head back, he started to doze off.

Sam finished his own clean up and headed to his brother's wing, knocking on Dean's bedroom first to see if he was there or not. Dean heard the knock and replied, “Yeah?” softly above the slight sound of the water churning in the tub.

"It's me, Dean. Wanted to make sure you hadn't drowned yourself in there," he teased.

“I think I could’ve . I fell asleep. Give me a minute. I’ll be right out.” Dean turned off the whirlpool, regretfully. He opened the drain and toweled dry. Hanging the towel, He picked up his dirty clothes and placed them in the hamper. Walking into his closet, he grabbed a t-shirt, a sweater, and a pair of jeans. He walked into the bedroom and went to the chests of drawers and grabbed some boxers and socks. He got dressed, quietly, noting that Sam was sitting the side of the bed, watching him.

"I'm anxious to crack into a book and relax for a bit. You've gotta be itching to hang in that study," he said with a smile.

Dean’s grin appeared, “Yeah, Sammy, I am. I have a couple of questions to answer for homework tonight, but it won’t take long at all.”

"Sounds great to me," Sam told him. "Let's get in there to relax, and I'll see what I can find to read while you do homework."

“That works,” Dean replied as he slipped into some slippers. “I am looking forward to it. You know, you’re welcome in there any time you want to?”

"I appreciate it but it's your space," he told him.

“Yeah. I know that, Sammy, but if I need to be alone in there, I’ll kick ya out.” Dean smiled and headed towards the bedroom door, Sam right behind. They headed down the hall to the stairs.

They were both eager to try out the new study, Dean more than Sam, though both definitely were looking forward to the privacy and quiet of that beautiful room.

Dean turned into the downstairs hallway, and stopped before the door and stood there, quiet and with eyes closed.

Sam stayed quiet, waiting for his brother to make the next move.

Dean’s eyes opened and he took a deep breath and blew it out quickly. A smile appeared and he opened the door. It was getting dark. Winter was soon coming and it was dusk outside. The sun had already gone down behind the mountains. Dean reached for a light switch and headed towards his desk. He sat down and watched his brother scanning the shelves before reaching for his laptop, opening it.

The younger Winchester soon settled in a seat, getting relaxed with a copy of "Once and Future King." He cracked open the book and began to lose himself in the world of King Arthur and Merlin.

After thirty minutes, Dean closed his laptop and slowly rose from his seat and walked over to the nonfiction section of his library. He scanned the Scottish section and found a history of the clans of the Scotland. He went back to his seat and sat down, slowly opening the book. Fifteen minutes later, Sam looked up and noted the chair was pushed back and Dean’s feet were on the edge of the desk. He remembered Missouri telling Dean to not put his feet on her coffee table and the confusion on his brother’s face because he had not done a thing....yet. He grinned and turned his eyes back to his book.

This was Dean's private area, and Sam simply curled up as he focused himself back on his book. He hadn't read this in a long time and was wanting to simply enjoy the story.

Dean’s slippers were under the desk, his stockinged feet on the edge, and he became engrossed in the history of the clan system of Scotland. Both men read for a couple of hours.. Dean’s head lifted at the sound of cars coming near the house.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 132

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.

Preparations for a Barbecue

The group was chattering as they worked, unpacking and setting up each wing before moving to another. It was obvious that things were going really well so far.

Dean entered the cabin, followed by his dog. The smaller ones were running around outside. He smiled at Bobby and Sam who were discussing the hanging a painting over the fireplace. Sarah had asked them to hang it.

“Hey, Bobby, will you have time to do a big barbecue? We got company coming.”

"We should be ready to start doing that in about an hour or so," he said to his adoptive son. "We're nearly finished."

Dean smiled a sweet smile and turned to go, with a slight, quiet sigh of relief. No third degree this time. A little more freedom given? He grinned as he headed towards his wing to put his laptop in his office and coffee maker in the kitchen. He had no idea where Lisa would want it.

Bobby's words were accurate. Within an hour, everyone was popping their heads into the room where Dean was to find out what they should make or bring for the family bbq. This was an important one due to the fact it was the first meal in their new home

Dean sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace, noting that someone had a fire started. He was tired, but happy they were done.

“What kind of meat does everyone want?” Lisa asked, a note pad and pen in front of her.

“I would have asked for brisket but that takes all day. There’s a huge bag of t-bones in there, Dean responded.

Lisa nodded. "Sounds good. I have some ground beef thawed, can make burgers for those who aren't into steaks."

“That would work. Potato salad or baked potatoes for the steak and burgers? We could do fries for those having burgers if we do baked potatoes. I thought potato salad and baked beans, but with steak baked potatoes and salad are probably better. Hey, Watari, can I eat this stuff?”

"Potato salad will do," Watari said. "I can fix it with less starch issues."

“I could put on a pot of baked beans in the oven. Lis has a great recipe for them. Sarah, Lisa, do you girls want to make desserts?” Dean grinned and winked at them.

Sarah laughed. "I'll handle desserts and Lisa can work with the beans."

Dean paused for a second, recognizing what had very kindly not been said. He remembered what Doc had told him and his own reply, and he smiled. “Okay, I know when I’m not wanted in the kitchen.”

Sam grinned. "Feel up to helping us set up some music to have in background?

“Hell, yeah. I could drive down to the shop and get the small stereo we moved from the model room to the new room we set up for modeling down there.”

"That's a good idea actually," Sam said. "Want company?"

“Yeah, that’d be great. Need to move the vehicles this way, anyway.” They headed back to the trailers and the Impala.

Sam trailed alongside his brother. "What are we doing with the trailers now that we're moved in?"

“I want to keep them. Holidays, family visits, and stuff like that. I know you got room, Sam, but do you want Sarah’s dad in your wing with you guys? Especially before the wedding? I don’t have anything set up for Ellen and Jo and they are coming. Said they could use the time off.”

He nodded. "That's not a bad idea."

“I do have one once in a while” They got into Dean’s baby and He started the engine. As they drove to the highway, Dean grew quiet.

Sam let it stay quiet for a bit before breaking the silence. "What's on your mind?"

“I went to see Doc today.”


“Mello mentioned specialists seeing me, Sam. Had to have been when I got shot. I don’t remember it and Watari told me there were issues and I had to rest and change my diet. Doc never really took care of me until Lilith. He didn’t even know about it. I still get tired way too easy, Sam. He running a whole bunch of tests and some stress thing on Wednesday. Said it was going to take some time to do it all. Damn it, Sam, they’re going to take blood. I hate needles, but I want to know why everything is like it is.”

Dean parked the car and leaned back against the seat, sighing.

His brother turned in his seat. "Do you want company that day? I know the girls will be getting the house ready for everything so I can go with you."

The older man’s voice had a slight tremor in it, “That would be great, Sam. Thank you.”

"No problem. Just tell me when you're going in and I'll be waiting for you," he said, reaching out to pat his brother's arm. "It'll be all right."

Dean nodded. “I’m going in the morning on Wednesday and have to bring some thing to eat. Thanks, Sam.”

Sam nodded. "Okay, I'll be there."

Dean got out of the car and reached into his pocket for the shop keys. “We really need to get a music system for the patio, Sammy. Make it a heck of a lot easier than doing this every time.”

"I can ask Matt to help us choose one for that since the patio looks like it may be the main area for our gatherings," he said softly.

“It’s a good idea. They closed it in, Sam, so it makes sense to have something that would entertain out there. I want to talk to you about Sarah, while I’m at it.”

"What's up?" He trailed alongside his brother as they went into the shop.

“I’m hosting a party for her at Flannigan’s in town on Saturday evening. I looked for caterers on the Internet. Mrs. Flannigan is catering it. It’s going to be Celtic. I even found a guy who sings old Celtic songs. He performs at some of the Ren Fests around here.”

Sam grinned. "She'd get a major kick out of that. What you need me for?"

“Find a way to get her there without her knowing what it is. We have the tux fittings in the morning, so I thought Flannigan’s would be a big thing. We could drive home late that night.”

"Or we could stay. I did keep the rooms in case we needed them."

He laughed. "Staying might be better. We'll have at least one person not exactly sober. Tux fittings would work, I could have Lisa work on dress stuff with her and keep her busy all day."

“That’ll work. I got class tomorrow and Thursday. Next week, there won’t be any because of Thanksgiving. Oh! Promise me no cameras.”

"No cameras?"

“I bought a dress kilt, Sam,” Dean’s voice sounded strangled.

Sam started laughing. "No problem."

Dean stared at him, “You got any fingers crossed?”

"No, Dean," Sam snickered.

“All right. One picture gets out and I’m ruined for life, Sammy.”

"There won't be any, Dean," he reassured him.

“Okay. Let’s get this back. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been kicked out of the kitchen. I thought I was gonna make the beans, but I’ve been told ‘no’. I’m going to try out the whirlpool tub and maybe read a while in my office. Everyone else was planning something. You got something going, or would you like to join me in the my office?”

"Since my wing is unpacked and ready to go, I may enjoy a bath and then join you in reading until we're screamed at for help," he said with a grin.

“Sounds good to me. I may need a smoking jacket.” Dean thought for a moment. “Two questions here, Sammy. Why do they call them smoking jackets? Why the hell do they put patches on a perfectly good jacket? It looks lame.”

He stared at his brother. "I have no freaking clue."

Dean stared for a moment at his younger brother. “I would usually say something about college at this point, but I can’t do that anymore. Damn!” He grabbed the speakers from the walls and set them on the table as he unplugged the wires from the stereo.

Sam helped him get the speakers down. "The thing is, that's not usually covered in college classes."

“That’s okay. I’ll ask Watari. He knows everything about gentlemen and stuff. Be interesting to know. I’ll never be a gentleman.”

"Me either. It's fun this way though," he said, picking up some of the components to carry to the car.

Dean was behind him with the remainder and set them on the trunk and headed back to lock up.

Sam slid into the car, getting comfortable. Dean slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Turning his head, he backed out of the parking area and onto the road to the highway. What he had not planned on was a major family meeting due to Mello’s saying something to Matt and Ben about Dean’s tiredness and the doctor.

“I remember you dressing up and going to that girl’s house and having turkey and stuff when you were a kid.” Dean pulled into the drive and parked in front of the house.

"It wasn't family though," he answered, tone not getting any louder. "I really wanted to have a family turkey day."

“I know, Sam. So did I. Dad didn’t get back until late afternoon. He went out and got drunk and found a lonely woman somewhere. Kinda glad you weren’t there. Never did like for you to see him that way.”

"Well, we have a chance to make our own traditions and memories now," Sam told his brother. "So let's make 'em count."

“We got family and friends. It’s nice, Sam. Main thing is we’re still together.”


Supernatural Death Note Chapter 131

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.

Dean Visits the Doctor

Mello poked his arm. "Listen up ok? Friends and family are now a part of your life. That means if they see you getting tired, they're going to speak up and do w hat they can to help. You're not soloing have a full crew to back you up," he told him.

“I understand and appreciate that, Mello. I accept it. What I can’t accept and understand is why am I still having problems with this? It’s been over six months since we came down here and the doc finally gave me a clean bill of health. Please, tell me why I’m still having problems?”

"I don't know. Maybe we need to call in another specialist to have a look at you?"

“Specialists? What specialists have I had already? What the hell?” Dean headed out the door and down the stairs. Mello heard the front door slam. Dean was headed to the clinic. He knew someone would be there, and he hoped the doctor was in.

The blond sighed, then went to get Lisa and Bobby. The two went to work, getting things arranged so that when Dean returned home, everything would be done.

Dean entered the clinic and saw the head nurse was there which meant the doctor was in. He sighed and walked up to her desk. “Hi, Nancy. Can I see him?”

"You'll have to wait a bit," she said. "He's with a patient at the moment. This is one of his special ones he takes his time with."

A confused Dean sat down to wait. The clinic was on the property, and the doctor and nurse were paid well to be there so many hours a week for those who lived on it. He was trying to figure who was on the property. All of them were at the cabin except him.

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor came out with a small boy beside him. "You did good, Andy. Now remember to give your grandmother the prescriptions." The boy was lame, using a cane and judging from his limp, he wore a brace on one leg. "Yes sir," came the soft response.

Dean looked at the small child. “Doc, his grandma raising him? She got the money for those scrips? Can I help?”

"She's a bit on the stubborn side," he said with a chuckle. "I usually head to the clinic in town so many hours a week but he's got a cough and I agreed to let him come here so I could see him."

“Doc, if the money were available, would that boy walk without the brace and cane?”

He watched as the little boy got into his grandmother's old car. "No, it's a birth defect that was made worse by abusive parents. His grandmother is too old to do much but she's trying her hardest," he answered. "Andy's one of my special ones. I watch over him as best as I can."

“So, he’s needing parents?”

The middle aged man nodded. "He is but it'd have to be someone very special with a lot of patience. He's painfully shy, succeptible to illness, which makes it harder for people."

“We’re having a barbecue tonight, Doc. Can you and Nancy come and bring that boy and his grandma? Please?”

"I can ask," he said softly. "You'll have to invite Nancy though."

“She won’t try to hit on me, will she?” Dean teased, forgetting his reason for coming.

The doctor laughed. "No, she's found someone actually."

“Hey! That’s great news, Doc. I’ll ask her..” Dean turned to go.

"Dean, was there a reason you came by?"

“Yeah, Doc. How many specialists have I actually seen? No one has ever told me about what went on in the hospital. I know you took over after the other doctor over drugged Near, but it’s bound to be in my records. Right? Mello said maybe I need to see another one?”

He was quiet for a moment. "Someone came in to see about your heart and diet, I remember that. Otherwise, no, I have handled everything." That had been an education thing.

“Doc, I was led to believe that diet and rest were what I needed for a while because of what tests showed. I got the idea that it was cholesterol, blood pressure, and maybe the onset of type 2 diabetes or something. No caffeine, no sugar, no fats, and the list goes on. Doc I don’t feel any better. I get tired real easy. I have a lot on my plate right now. Sometimes I forget to eat. I’m not getting enough sleep, but exhaustion started when I got injured the first time and it hasn’t gotten any better. I can’t handle things like I used to. I don’t have the strength or the get up and go I used to have. What the hell is going on? What is this about my heart? That’s a new one for me.”
The doctor shook his head. "I told you some time ago that the blood pressure and cholesterol could push you into heart disease, which is why I had the other doctor examine and educate you on the dangers of that."

Dean stared at the man. He spoke softly, “Doc, I’ve been trying to eat right I don’t slip that often. I have no strength like I used to, Doc. I’m tired. I know I’m not getting enough sleep and everyone has decided to run my life to see that I do. I’m not fighting it. I’m tired. I just want the truth about my health. Am I just slow in getting it back? Am I gonna get it back? Is there a heart problem no one wants to tell me about?”

He held his hands up. "First off, I would tell you if there was a problem. I don't play games with the health of my patients. Secondly, I told you that you need to sleep. Sleep is essential as well as a good diet. If you like, I can draw blood and run tests to see if something was missed. Chances are good that you have worked yourself into the ground and just need to rest."

“You know, Doc. You’re right. I’m sorry I bothered you. I’d still like you and Nancy and her friend to bring that little boy and his grandmother tonight. Thanks for your time and for listening.” Dean walked out.

“Hey, Nancy, if you aren’t busy tonight, why don’t you and your friend come to the new place and have barbecue with us? If you would, bring that little boy and his grandmother? Thanks.”

The doctor went after him. "Dean...did I say something wrong?"

"Hell, no, Doc, but you see. You didn't take care of me from the beginning. All those tests were in a strange hospital under an assumed name. No one told me anything about them other than I need to eat certain foods and rest. No one told me anything other than that and that was Watari. The doc was here for Near and he wasn't treating me. They didn't give me stuff I needed either. Watari had to call and get it for me. You saw me the first time when we got caught in the fire. I just wanted answers to questions I didn't understand. I wasn't testing you or questioning your ability to treat me. If I thought that I sure as hell would not have come to you today. I'm sorry I bothered you. I got a ton of stuff to get done. Thanks, Doc.

"Hospital under assumed name? I never got those records, Dean."

“Watari just told me I had health problems and they told me to get a lot of rest and to change my diet. With my life, rest is difficult, but I do try. The diet, pretty much, I stay with it. Sometimes I get busy and forget to eat.”

The man was quiet for a moment. "When is a day you have open to give me a few hours?"

“The shop is closed for the next two weeks except for emergencies. I am at diesel school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. What day can you be here? What do I need to do to be ready?”

"Wednesday," he said to him. "The one coming up. I want to do a full battery of tests: blood, urine, stress, everything I can think of. I want to make sure your records are complete and find out why you're so tired."

“Okay, day after tomorrow. Is that what they call fasting? No food?”

"Exactly," he told him. "Be prepared to spend some time here and also something to eat so I can take blood after you've eaten as well."

“Okay, Doc. Yeah, I’ll bring something to eat. Not sure I want to do this stress thing on empty stomach. See you tonight. Don’t forget that kid and his grandma.”

"We'll be there," he said with a smile. "And don't worry, all right? We'll get it taken care of."

Dean stared for a moment, studying the man. He slowly returned the smile and answered him, “Thanks, Doc. I sure hope so.”
"Good, keep smiling and believing. Now, we'll see you this evening. About what time and should we bring something?"

“We gotta ton of food shipped in today. It’s mainly getting the cooking done. I’m fixing to go breakdown Bobby’s grill and move it. He can get it started. I will probably ask Watari to make his potato salad. He makes it so I can eat it. Lisa’s got a great recipe for baked beans. I’m gonna throw those in the oven and put eggs on for deviled eggs. If I know Sarah, she’ll make the desserts. Nah, just bring yourself and a good appetite. They encased the patio and it can be heated or air conditioned if we want it. Gets cold out and the winter storms will be starting soon. Oh, and I’m hosting a thank you party for Sarah on Saturday. I’d like for all of you to come to that if you can.”

"We'll be there," he said. "Dean, you look tired to make sure the family helps with the cooking preparations, all right? No sense in grinding yourself into the ground needlessly when others can share the load."

“Yes, sir, I know. They all yell at me about it. I try, Doc, but it’s a hard habit to break. I’ll try to remember that. If I don’t, they will.”

Dean headed to the trailers and entered his. He saw that his clothes and things were gone and thought that Lisa was ahead of him. He found his laptop and opened it. Sitting down, pulling out his cell, Dean researched a caterer and a tailor. He called both and told tailor where his measurements could be gotten. He knew they had to go to the city on Saturday morning for the tuxedo fittings, and he would swing by for the other item, while the others were being fitted. He also called Sam and said someone needed to get the grill set up and asked him to tend to it.

Sam answered the phone and said someone would be on it. Things were progressing quickly due to everyone working together as a team.

Dean slipped his laptop into its case, looked for anything else he could bring over with the computer. He saw the coffee maker on the counter.and brought it. They had not ordered a new one as this was a top of the line machine. He whistled for the dogs. Three Jack Russells and one mastiff mix followed him to the cabin.

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.”

Friday, March 11, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 129

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 In...Part One

Dean jerked up. “Truck? We don’t have the food put up. Aw, damn it!”

Matt sprang to his feet. "Let's get going then. We can put the truck drivers to work too if need be," he told him.

Dean looked out the window. “It’s the appliance truck. There’s washers, dryers, refrigerators, microwaves, and heavens knows what else is in that thing. This is how we work it, L, Mello, Matt, Sam and I help the movers. The girls, Bobby, Watari, Near, and Ben take care of the food. Divvy it up and there’s butcher markers in the large storage room. Put your name on the meats and stick them in the freezer. We all have pantries for can goods and stuff. The rest, stick your names on and put on the shelves in the storage, or just stick in there and whoever needs it takes it. Take what you want for your pantries. There’s a big walk in fridge in there, put your perishables in it with your names. That will take care of things for now. Extras can stay in it til needed. Let’s go. You pick colored appliances to match the kitchens, Sarah?”

"Yup and each should have a marker on it to indicate where it goes but I can guide if need be," she told him.

“Naah, Sis. You go take care of you and Sam.. Unless? You like veggie shakes?” Dean ducked and headed out the door towards the stairs.

Near looked confused. "Vegetable shakes?"

Dean yelled back, “Don’t look at me. I still like food. Ask Sam. That’s his domain.”

Sam laughed, following his brother. "You've really confused him now," he said, hearing the chatter behind him as the group went to their assigned tasks.

Dean’s laugh could be heard in the main room as he headed towards the front door. “You’re the one who drinks those damn health shakes, Sammy. Not me.”

"Yeah yeah," he snarked back playfully. The group assigned to the food began working on it, Watari taking a lot of the junk food due to his wards' diets.

Dean had worked hard on the grocery list one evening. His selection of meats included different roasts in beef, pork, lamb, and goat. He had a friend who knew where to purchase meat from wild game and there was bison, elk, and venison. He had all kinds of poultry, wild and domestic. The seafood and fish had a wide variety. He picked fresh and frozen vegetables. The cakes, candies, sweets of all kinds were in vast amounts. Every kind of beverage imaginable was there. Dean had set up a computerized list. What was not liked or needed to be limited could be corrected. If more of something was needed, more could be ordered and the amount for the next ordered changed. He had set lists for the those doing the sorting. If something was needed, it was placed on their list. If anyone else wanted something, they could add to it.

Everyone worked together, getting the food and appliances squared away. As soon as that was done, several more trucks rolled in. These contained the furniture and decorations for each wing and the center area. Sarah sighed, looking at that. "Oh man, we're gonna be at this all day."

Dean looked up and saw the company truck from the sewing store. He bit his bottom lip. “Sam the sewing machine is here, but there’s a big Christmas present for Sarah in that truck. It’s got to be set up in her work attic today. They will cover it with a large wooden crate and Lisa and I will decorate it for Christmas. You got to keep her out of their until they're done. Keep her decorating down here.”

Sam tilted his head, realizing each truck was a specific wing. "Let's get Bobby's done first," he said, taking over to give Dean and Lisa time to get the machine hidden.

The massive quilting machine was taken upstairs and some men began the work of putting it together. It filled the end wall in its entirety. Dean knew that a king-sized quilt could be quilted in the machine in one piece. The quilting patterns were slipped into the machine and the lines were followed. He was bouncing from heels to toes and Lisa could tell he was excited. The sewing machine he had selected was set up within the vicinity of the quilting machine and would be usable immediately. He turned to stare at Lisa and grinned. “She deserves this, you know?”

"After all the work she's done on this house? I agree with you. She deserves this and a lot more. Especially for the work she's put into Ben's and Near's rooms. I swear, I was a bit envious on the Lothlorien scene. That was amazing. She really incorporated everyone's tastes in their private spaces," she answered.

“Yeah, I want to do something special for her this weekend. I’m going to do something insane, Lisa. Don’t have me committed. Okay? Just promise me you won’t. I’m also taking Near to the steak house I found. Ben and I are flying to Houston for a football game. I’m trying to fix things around here. I think Ben and I are okay as far as Near goes now. I hope so anyway. It’s a promise I made, Lis. Ben’s got to learn about promises, hon I hope he has. I don’t need any more problems. It’s stressed me enough.” Soon the men were done. Dean left Lisa upstairs as he saw them off, giving them a tip. He went to the storage room and brought a box of special gold foil, bells, ribbons, and other decorations for the crate that was slipped over the large machine, and headed back upstairs.

"He'd love the football game and would adore you even further if you took him to a baseball one," she said. "I was never into football but grew up playing softball so I could teach him about that one."

“I can when the season starts in Houston. Right now, it’s football and basketball. I think Houston and maybe Dallas have hockey teams. Baseball starts in spring.”

"We can look up the teams and seasons," she said. "Maybe even drag Sam and Bobby with you. Matt and Mello too if they're here. Ben could use the guys time out to bond.”

“I thought about doing it for this game, but going out to eat with Near...I just thought Ben might want it alone with me.”

I think he'd love it," she said softly.

“I don’t want to hurt him, Lis, but I won’t hurt Near either. Near saved my life more than once. He’s one of mine. Ben is flesh and blood and will always come first to me, but Near is mine too. Can you understand that? I hope you can.”

"I do, love. We talked about this before. I'm all right with it," she told him as they headed to help set up furniture. It looked as if Bobby's wing was done, including hanging pictures.

“I’m glad you still are, hon. Gee, Bobby’s place looks fantastic. Where’d everybody go?”

Sam came in, holding a small bedside table. "Working on Ryuuzaki's wing since you two were busy."

“I didn’t know their stuff made it. What else needs to be hauled in?”

"Furniture is done..all of the furniture is done. Watari said the odds and ends needed for them will arrive in a bit. It's a secondary location for the most part. We have to finish the furniture and art for them, then either my wing or yours next."

“I don’t care, man. I’m kinda tired and I’d love to get all of this done. Have an evening to relax in our new home. Yours, I guess. Don’t matter.”

"Except for clothes, books, and the like. Though we could send Sarah, Lisa, Ben and Near to help get that started for the set up wings already while we get the rest done with Ryuuzaki, Watari, Bobby, Matt, and Mello."

“That works for me. Get Bobby’s over and Ryu’s boys. Let’s get it finished, Sam. There’s enough of us. What’s taking the movers so long. The ladies can tell them where to put things in our rooms. Just leave the hanging stuff and knick knacks til we get in there.”
"They're doing a lot of it but the placement has been interesting," he grinned. "Sarah tends to be very picky."

“That’s it.” Dean headed to Ryu’s rooms.

Sarah laughed. "This should be interesting."

Dean entered and found everyone moving things around. “Is all the furniture in, Watari?”

"Almost..just my room left to bring in," he said quietly.

“Thank you, Watari.” Dean turned to the movers. “What’s going on here? Professionals were paid for and several sets of them are sitting in trucks waiting on you three. Since you don’t know your jobs, I’ll help you. First off, guys, is the furniture where you want it?”

Yes," Watari said softly. He was looking tired as moving could be a nightmare.

Dean looked at the older man with worry in his eyes. “You okay?’re not okay. Ryu? He needs to sit and raise his feet for a bit. Lis, will you make him a cup of hot tea? “ Dean turned to the movers. “Follow me.”

L nodded. "Understood. Jet lag and the exertion has been too much for Watari."

Dean gave L a thumbs up as he pushed the last mover through the door. When they reached the truck, he looked inside. “I’m gonna help you. There’s four of us this way. These will be in the gentleman’s bedroom and set up in fifteen minutes, or I’ll get on the damn phone and get you fired. Understood?”

Fifteen minutes later, the truck pulled out and Sam’s furniture truck pulled in. Dean had asked Lisa to check the set up in Watari’s room to make sure it was right. he walked and looked down at the older man. “You ready for a nap? The boys raided your trailer. The bed’s made.”

He finished his tea, setting it aside. "I definitely am. Days like this, I feel my age," he said, rising with a low groan as bones protested the movement.

The older Winchester placed a hand under Watari’s elbow and helped him rise to his feet. He did not let go. Walking slowly, he went with his friend to the man’s room. When they got to the door, Dean stopped. “You okay from here? You can tell me. I can’t imagine there’s much we can’t tell each other at this point, is there? You’d tell me if you needed help?”

"I will give a shout, I promise," he reassured him. "Thank you for getting this set up for us," the elderly man told Dean.

Dean looked the man in the eyes, and softly spoke, “That’s what family is for, Watari. You don’t have to be blood. You just got to be willing to shed it. I think that’s where we all are.”

Watari smiled and nodded. "Too true, too true. I will see you all in a short bit then."

“If you try to set that clock, I’ll unplug it and hide it.”

He burst into laughter. "All right, all right. No setting the clock."

“I have spies. I’ll know.” Dean winked and closed the door behind him as he left. “Get your stuff hung upstairs if there’s anything. Also if you would, get what you want from the trailers. They will be kept up and used for company. You know, family. Sam and I may not have blood relatives, but there’s Ellen, Jo, and Rufus. They’re the closest thing to family we got. “ Dean waved and went to see how Sam’s stuff was going. If was moving fast.