Supernatural Death Note Chapter 155

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.

Dean and Lisa's Wedding

The woman tapped on the door, hearing the sound of men's voices behind it.  Ellen was anxious to see the son of her heart before he promised himself to 

the woman he loved.

Sam answered the door, a  look of surprise n his face when he saw the woman.  "Hey, Ellen.  I thought you'd be downstairs with the guests."  Bobby. Ben, and Dean stopped getting ready and listened to the conversation.

She gave him a grin.  "Like I'd miss out on seeing my son get ready?  He is decent right?"

"Decent enough, I guess,"  Dean's voice came from behind the bedroom door of Sam's master bedroom.  The women had commandeered Dean's.  Dean was in his the trousers of the tux and had on a white t-shirt.  He stood staring at the woman as she entered the room.

 "Not bad, kid," she said, coming in and giving the oldest Winchester a loving hug. "You clean up rather nicely," Ellen teased.

"What?  Sam's wedding wasn't clean enough for you?"  Dean hugged her back. "I guess elvish clothing is not quite dressing up American style is it?  I..ah...kept mine though."

The woman laughed. "We all did," she admitted.  "It was gorgeous.  Now, how are you feeling?"  She was doing the mother of the groom thing perfectly, having a deep affection for the Winchester boys.

The older Winchester looked over Ellen's head at Bobby and Sam, his eyes wide.  "Feeling?  Am I supposed to feel some way?"  He looked at his brother and swallowed.  "I...um.  I guess I'm  a little nervous but I've wanted this for a long time, Ellen.  I love her."

 She cupped his face, staring into his eyes for a long moment.  "You have the look of a man in love, Dean, and I'm happy for you," she told him.  "God knows, you deserve this.  Now, let's finish getting you ready to go.  You don't want your bride getting there before you do," she teased good naturedly.

The shocked look went across the room to the other men.  "You planning to finish dressing me, Ellen?"  The hazel eyes stared intently into the eyes of the woman who had pretty much adopted them.

 "You're decent and got your male parts covered," she teased.  "Allow this crazy lady a chance to help you finish getting ready, ok?  You and Sam are my boys, and I'll never get this chance again."

Sam raised a brow when Dean nodded yes.  He grinned, knowing that Dean would have found it hard to say no to Ellen Harvelle.  

 Ellen grinned, kissing his cheek. "Ok, dress shirt? Sam, help him into it so it doesn't wrinkle," she said, taking charge as she usually did.

Dean slid into the white shirt that fit him perfectly.  His broad shoulders filled it out, and his hands shook slightly as he reached  to button the pearl buttons.  Sam went to get the cuff links.\

"Very nice," she approved.  "You chose a very elegant design."

"Thanks, Ellen."  Sam reached up and did Dean's tie.  Bobby, already dressed, brought his coat.  "Does anyone know what they're doing?  Where are we having it?  I know it's a woman thing, but she's been as secretive as Sarah was."

"Gazebo outside," Ellen answered, handing Sam the box that contained Lisa's wedding ring.  "The heating has been set up already and Sarah's worked her magic touch."

"We need coats then? It's a ways out there to the gazebo?  The flowers will get crushed under a coat. Did she heat the place like she did hers?"

"It's heated so Lisa is protected," she told him.  "You'll wear your tuxedo coat, of course," Ellen told him.  "Don't worry, ok?"

"Okay."  Dean went and sat down on the edge of Sam's bed.  The younger man could tell that his brother was getting more nervous by the moment.  He was taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly.  It reminded Sam of the time they hunted the demon on the air plane.  Dean never liked flying.

 Ellen walked in front of him, smoothing his hair back.  "You're going to be all right."

The young man leaned his head into the Ellen's hand as she smoothed his hair.  "I think I'm gonna be sick," he whispered softly, voice shaking.

 "Take a deep breath, son," she said in a soothing voice.  "Hold it for the count of five and slowly exhale. Focus your mind on something pleasant and let nothing else seep through that."

"Ellen?  Isn't getting married supposed to be pleasant?  If it is and I'm feeling sick, then what the hell do I think about"?"

 "I couldn't stop puking for an hour before I married Jo's dad," she told him.  "It's scary, knowing you're binding your life to another's, but it's one of the best experiences too."

"Sam?  Bobby?"   Bobby looked at the younger brother.  "I was nervous, Dean, but not sick.  Sam?"

 "A little nauseated.  We tend to feel nerves in our stomachs," he said with a wry grin.

Dean did some more deep breathing.  "Well, wedding night tonight.  That's good.  Tomorrow we have a real Christmas.  Can barely remember what that's like."

 Ellen grinned.  "Should be loads of fun."

"Yeah, I'm real excited about it."  The deep breathing continued.   "How much longer?"  He was still shaking and looking pale.

"We should be heading out there," Bobby said, looking at his watch.  "It's almost time."

Standing, Dean took a few minutes to get his legs to stop shaking.  "This is really crazy, guys.  Bobby, if I do something stupid like pass out at my own wedding, you will shoot me?  Right???"

"No but I'll razz the hell outta ya instead," he teased, hoping to make him laugh and get him to relax.

Dean stared at him for minute and broke out laughing.  "Are you trying to be an ass, Dad?"

"I don't know, am I?" There was a wide grin that went with the question.

"I think you just might be."  Dean grinned back.  "Ben's slipped out so he's walking his mom?  That means I get both of you.  That works.  Bobby would you walk Ellen to where the groom's Mom sits."  It grew quiet for a second.

 Bobby grinned.  "I'd be honored to," he said, offering his arm to Ellen, who smiled at Dean.  "I'll see you there, son," she said with a bright look.

"Ellen, I'm going to do something I've never done to you before," he said as he walked towards the older woman.  He leaned over and whispered, "I love you, Mom," and he kissed her on the lips and backed away.

Tears filled her eyes as she leaned up, giving him a soft kiss. "I love you too, son," she told him.  "I'm proud of you..both of you..and I am so happy to call you my boys."

Dean smiled, his eyes moist.  "Well, take her to her seat, Dad.  We'll meet you out there."  Dean looked at his brother.  "Whew, Sammy.  Did you feel this way?"

"Yeah, it's pretty heady and nervewracking," Sam answered his brother as Bobby and Ellen left the room. "Trust me,the thoughts leave when you catch sight of  her in her dress though.  All you can think of is her."

"I've been waiting for this time to come for a long time, Sammy, so let's do this."

"All right," he said, opening the bedroom door so they could get out.

They headed downstairs and into the big room where it was dark except for the fireplace and the Christmas lights.  "You got any idea what they decided on as far a cake or anything?  You know?  A reception?  That gazebo is big but a reception and a wedding in it?"  They headed to the patio.  "I don't need a winter coat out there?"

 "It'll be all right. Sarah said it was going to be warm enough. I don't know about what's going on. The girls did the planning with Watari's help. I just stayed out of the way."

Dean laughed as he opened the rear door and stepped outside  between all the buildings.  "I was told what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me."

"True," he snickered, walking out with his brother.

"I hope Sarah was right about her promise because I'm freezing and Lisa is going to have to come through here."

"She'll be fine," Sam chuckled.  They stepped onto the gazebo, which was glassed in, and found it lit by candles of all sizes in red and white.  Red and white poinsettias were abundant as well as Christmas roses.  "Oh wow," he said.  It was romantic and almost traditional.

"It's beautiful.  I suggested red and gold, but Lisa told me burgundy and silver.  So we got the burgundy for tuxes.  Ah well, it's a woman's prerogative.   Right?  This is much more Christmasy. I like it."

 "I do too," the younger brother said. "Dang, my wife has good taste..Lisa too."  He was spotting mistletoe in some places and holly tied with silver ribbons, which decorated a lot of the poinsettias as well.

"I don't see a band.  What are they using for music for her.  Come to think of it, I wonder what she chose?"   Bobby rejoined them at that moment.  Dean was bouncing on his heels, trying hard to remain calm.  "I hate waiting."

All of a sudden, the sound of a  harp filled the air, playing a simple melody for now.  Lisa had hired the girlfriend of the office manager that they had befriended to play the music.  She and Sarah both loved the harp as it was a gentle sound that didn't overpower things.

The music had a soothing effect.  Dean closed his eyes and listened to it.  He quit moving as much.  Sam thought he heard a slight hum.  His brother was notorious for picking up the melody and humming off key but this time he was on key.

The older one seemed to keep on key for the moment, and Sam just smiled.  It was good to see his brother relax considering how upset he was earlier.

"I guess brides can be late too, huh?  Or are we early?"  Dean looked back and noticed that the seats were  in the middle and that Ellen sat next to Watari.  Ryu and the three boys were right behind them.  Jo was sitting on the other side of her mother.  Nancy and her friend, the doctor, Elspeth and her grandson were there.


"We get here first," he said, nudging him a bit.  The melody shifted and in walked Sarah, clad in a burgandy and silver dress that looked elegant on her.  She gave them a grin, then winked at them, taking her place as the matron of honor.  Once again, the music changed, this time to Pachebel's Canon in D and in glided Lisa on Ben's arm.  Her dress was simple but elegant with silver embroidery at the hems of her skirt and wrists.  Her dark hair had been pulled up and back, decorated with a wreath of Christmas roses that matched what she was carrying.  


Sam and Bobby heard the man between them murmur, "Damn!"   No other sound.  Dean Winchester stood in awe and watched his bride walk down the aisle.  His brother realized that he was holding his breath.  He gently punched the man in the back and forced him to breathe.  Dean gasped in air but did not move.


 Bobby chuckled, knowing Sam's comment about not being able to think when he saw his bride was definitely ringing true for Dean.  Lisa made her way to the groom, smiling sweetly as the ceremony began.


Sam gently moved Dean towards her.  All the man could do was stare at her.  


Lisa giggled, handing off her bouquet to Sarah before allowing Dean to take her hands as the ceremony began.  Ben proudly announced he was giving her away,making the preacher grin at him.

Dean had eyes for no one else.  Sam was afraid his brother was not listening or paying attention to anyone.  He was deeply concerned until Dean's voice was heard in response to something the minister said to him.  The younger brother sighed in relief.  Dean was all there.


It was a romantic ceremony and one that would remain in their memories for a lifetime.  When the minister said Dean could kiss the bride, the small crowd gave a loud cheer when the kiss was given.  It was obvious that the couple loved each other dearly.


Dean finally released the kiss and stared down at his wife, with tears rolling down his face, and the biggest smile she'd ever seen.


"I love you," she whispered to him.


"I love you too.  More then you can ever imagine, Lis.  My wife.   I like that.  It sounds so good."


 "So do I," she murmured, kissing him again.  "Now, I think it's time to party."  She took his arm, smiling up at him.


Dean grinned and let her lead the way.


The group headed towards the main living area of the house that had been kept in darkness except for the fire and tree.  Lit up, it was decorated warmly with flowers and poinsettias with plenty of food, drink, and music.


Dean looked at the drinks.  "Is that ginger ale or sparkling cider?"  Jo walking up behind him almost gaped at his question and decided to ask about it from someone else.  Dean got his two glasses of sparkling cider, saving the champagne for toasts only.  He handed one to Lisa and gently touched her glass with his and sipped the cider.


She smiled radiantly at him,looking so very happy.  It was lovely to have this finally after dreaming of it for so long.


Dean set their glasses down and took her into his arms and out into the middle room, pulling herinto the dance.  He leaned his head close to hers and whispered in her ear, "Tomorrow's Christmas.  I want to be early as much as everyone else, but I'm not planning on an early night, Lis.  I want you as bad as I love you."


 "And you will have me," she promised, arms wrapping around his.  "Our first Christmas as husband and wife."  She leaned up, whispering in his ear.  "The papers are in for Ben," Lisa told him.  "I thought we could give it to him as a gift tomorrow."


"It's final?  Nothing else has to be done?  Was  it my name being  on the birth certificate that made  it go through so fast?  Yeah, we need to wrap it up real special, Lis.  The best Christmas ever."


"It's final," she giggled.  "Watari helped it go through a bit faster so it'd be done in time for Christmas.  The ink is barely dry on it."


"I don't even need to look under that tree tomorrow.  You and Ben are all I wanted.  I'm satisfied."


 Lisa giggled at that, looking happy.  "Well, guess that means I have to take your presents back."


"If there's no present under the tree, does that mean we get to stay in bed?"  Dean kissed her, gently nibble her bottom lip.


 "No, because Ben and the others have presents and I want to spend time with family," she reminded him.


"I hate to say this, but  you have presents under the tree."  Dean slowly moved down to her neck and up to her left ear.  Sam noticed the slow movement on the dance floor and Dean's other movements.  He motioned to Sarah that the cake might be in order.


 With Watari's help, a gorgeous cake was wheeled into the living room.  "Time to cut the cake," she called out, hoping to calm Dean's libido for a bit.  There were still kids here.


The newlyweds walked over to  where the cake stood.  Dean whispered to his wife, "Why do they use cakes for weddings?  Can you imagine a pie that size?"


 "Because it's easier to decorate the cake," she said, laughing a bit.


"I'm not so sure about that, Lis.  A pie stays in a deep dish, you cut a slit in it to let out steam.  The decoration it needs is egg whites to make it shiny.  When you eat it, you can have whipped cream or cheese.  Lot easier."  Dean grinned at her as the came closer to the cake table.  "What do we do next?"


She handed him the knife.  "We cut the first slice," she told him, trying not to laugh at his comments about pie.


Dean, seeing three layers, grinned.  He took her hand and pulled it up to the top layer and cut all the way through the three layers.  "If I have to eat cake, we'll do it right."


The group heard his comment and started laughing at that.  Oh well, not like the top layer would be edible in a year anyway.


The champagne toasts were done.  Everyone was enjoying the cake and the other foods that were set out.  Dean and Lis had fed each other cake.  The hunter ate very little of it.  He did graze the small buffet.  They danced a little more, and Dean asked where Ben was staying for the night.


"He's crashing with Mello and Matt," Sarah answered, overhearing the question being asked as she moved by in Sam's arms.


"Thanks.  Merry Christmas, Everyone.  Good night."  Dean took Lisa by the hand and drew her towards their wing.  "I'm thinking a lot of bubbles in the whirlpool tub for starters," he said softly as they shut the door.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 149

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 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.


Saturday


Dean and Near left the restaurant and headed towards the city.  The roads were clear most of the way. The wind had started to pick up and he slowed the ATV down some.  They reached the town around 11 that evening.  It took another 15 minutes to reach the  hotel  due to Friday night traffic.  Dean was swearing under his breath, wondering why people were out so late on a Friday night when it was so cold.  He thought back to his hunting days when it was just Sam and him. Club hopping or going home to party with someone  you met at a bar was normal.  Dean shook his head.  He'd forgotten those times.  They pulled into the hotel and parked in front.  Telling  the young man to stay inside,  he got on his cell and called his brother, letting him know they had arrived and he was coming in to pay the bill.  The argument between them was won by the younger brother.  Sam had paid the bill and told Dean to just shut up about it.  Dean told him there was food in the car.  His brother, Matt, and Mello came down and brought the food inside while Dean parked the ATV.


They were all up late and slept in the next morning.  After breakfast, the tux fittings were done, and they were free for the afternoon.  Back at the hotel, Dean kept track of the time.  He had told everyone where the restaurant was, and at 4:30, he left, stating he had an errand to run and would meet them at the restaurant.


The group was rather curious as to what the other was up to but headed to the restaurant at the right time.  Sarah's eyes lit up at the outside of it, having heard of such places and hoping there was one near their home.  


The sun had been setting earlier every day, and it was dark outside. The building had a green roof, and awning; and the lights on the building were several shades of green from dark to light.


Sam got out and opened the door as Nancy exited her ATV and laughed, "Dean must have found the only Irish pub in West Texas."


The taller brother laughed and replied, "It does have a pub.  He told me that, but it is a very nice restaurant.  They serve food from the entire British Isles and it's authentic recipes. This is for Sarah.  He has known Lisa for a long time.  I got to know her some.  I found out that he had people watching over her.  He only got to know Sarah a couple of days, while I continued to email with her.  They had that one bout of argument and it worried Dean that he may have made her think he didn't like her or something silly like that.  Sarah, he just wants to make you feel a part of the family.  Just nobody, and I mean nobody, make fun of him tonight.  This has been hard for him.  Okay?  Mello?  Matt?"


Mello snickered at him.  "As long as I get chocolate tonight, I'm game.  Besides, this is a bit of home.  I don't mind at all."  Matt nodded, looking excited to try this as well.


To Watari, the green was a bit overdone but it seemed to feed the excitement of his boys as well as Sarah, who this little outing was obviously for.  The artist was soaking in the decor with eyes that just kept getting bigger and bigger as she turned her head, memorizing every little facet.  The inventor wished Dean could see her reactions.


A older man in a a very dark green tweed suit opened the door and asked if they were the Winchester party.  Sam said they were.  The door opened wide for them.  The vestibule had three doors coming off it.  One went to back to the restrooms and kitchens.  The on the left had heavy wood doors.  Sam opened it so they could see inside.  It was an old pub with wooden floors, a large oaken bar and wooden chairs and tables everywhere.  There several dart boards on the walls.    The doors to the right were oaken but they were held open.  Inside was a large room with windows on both ends.    The drapes on the windows facing the front of the building were a light green, and the ones at rear were open, showing leafless trees strung with small green and white fairy lights.  The carpet was a dark green.  The walls on both sides held prints of Ireland and Scotland.  There were massive swords and large crests on the walls also.  The tables had a dark green table cloth with a pale green  crocheted  lace cloth over them.  Several had been gathered together to make one long table.


The man who had greeted them seated them.  Lisa  and Sarah were seated on either side of head of the table but the seat was left empty.  It was for the host who was not there yet.  Several pipers came out in full regalia.  Two had Ulian pipes and two had the Scottish pipes.  The two with the smaller pipes were dressed in Irish kilts.  The other two were in Scottish attire.  


The Irish pipers played "Wearing O' the Green."   


Ryuuzaki closed his eyes with a muted wince for a moment.  He wasn't too fond of the pipes but would tolerate it for the sake of the ones who enjoyed this.  It was obvious Mello and Matt were having fun, and Sarah was humming with the music.  He could tell she knew the words and was definitely enjoying herself.


When the Irish pipers finished, everyone applauded.  It grew quiet.  The two Scottish pipers stood and started playing "Scotland the Brave."  About that time, Dean entered.  Bobby choked on some  beer he was drinking, and in a shocked voice, exclaimed, "Damn, bow legs and all."


Dean was in a full dress kilt of the Campbell plaid.  He wore  a white Oxford dress shirt,  The Argyle vest and jacket with the tartan fly plaid on one shoulder held to the shoulder with the Campbell clan crest brooch .  He wore the Ancient Campbell kilt in greens and blues.  The woolen socks came up almost to his knees and bore green ribbon hanging under fold at the top.  He wore gillie shoes.  His belt was black leather and had a Campbell crest belt buckle. the sporran was leather with the crest on it.  On his head was a black glengarry.  He slowly walked towards the table and stood by Sarah and held out his hand.  "I've been practicing this all week  I had a lesson in town before the snows hit.  Will ye dance a reel with me, Lady Sarah?" Dean struggled with the Scottish brogue, but there was determination to do it justice on his face.


Everyone was so focused in shock at Dean they had not seen the band with it's stringed instruments and drums  enter.  They started to play a Scottish reel and Dean led Sarah out onto the floor.  A number mouths were open in surprise as the elder Winchester kept up with Sarah and did a fairly good job of dancing the reel.


Sarah was laughing as she danced, moving flawlessly through the moves.  Her grin encouraged Dean, eyes gleaming in a way that would tell everyone that this was beyond amazing for her and she was loving every moment of it.

Near looked at Bobby.  "When did Dean learn to dance a reel?"


"Damned if I know.  When did he have time to get a kilt made.  Even more, as sick and exhausted as he's been, did he overdo by adding this?  Doc, did he mention learning to dance a reel while moving and everything else he's been pushing himself with? "


Lisa added, "Yes, inquiring minds would like to know."  Lisa was smiling when she said it.


Nancy interrupted.  "He's smiling and having a wonderful time and he doesn't look the least big tired.  Look at Sarah's face.  Her eyes are sparkling.  If I'm not mistaken so are Dean's.  I wouldn't have thought you could be that graceful dancing a reel when you haven't had the training.  He's having fun.  That's nice to see."


Dean had relaxed more as he moved the through the steps of the fast dance.  He started to genuinely smile at the woman he danced with, his eyes starting to twinkle as they moved.  


There was a mischievious look on Mello's face for a moment, and the blond grinned.  "He's having a great time.  We should take them to a competition and let them blow the others out of the water."

Sarah moved, matching him gracefully.  It was obvious she did this often and was enjoying having a partner to dance with. 


The music finally stopped and Dean and Sarah finished the dance in the center of the room.  Dean smiled an incredible smile at the woman in front of him.  "Thank you, my Lady.  May I ask for another later? There were two or three versions of it and I watched the steps and learned them.  I'm just a little nervous starting out.  I checked. The band knows the songs that go to the reels I learned.  I promise to try not to step on you."


The woman gracefully curtsied.  "You, dear sir, have been a pleasurable partner and one I hope to dance with again.  This was my honor and pleasure, and I anxiously await the next dance."


Dean bowed  to her with a wide grin.  "After the meal, then.  This was fun."  He took her hand and led her back to the table.  As he sat down he looked down the table at the shocked, questioning expressions on the faces of his family and friends.  He winked at Andy who was sitting next to Ben.  "Andy, I bet your grandmother danced the reel in her younger years."


The elderly lady laughed softly.  "Oh I have a time or two, young man.  You've done rather well.  I think the other young ones should learn about these old dances as well."


Sarah was all smiles as she sat down.  "I wish I'd known, I'd have dressed up too, Dean.  This is wonderful!"

"The kilt was a surprise, Sarah.  If I had told you to dress up for this, you would have known what I was up to and the surprise would have been ruined."  He got a wicked look in his eyes. " I think Elspeth is right.  We could hire this band and have Celtic or Gaelic parties at home.  It would be great if everyone learned.  The boys would do it well, I imagine."  He looked down the side table towards his brother.  "Sammy, you're going to do it aren't you?  It wouldn't take long to have the same things made for you.  They used the tux measurements."  Dean smirked at his big brother.

Sam muttered something about kilts and underwear but not loud enough to be heard down the table.  Bobby choked on his beer again.

Ryuuzaki shook his head as the woman gave a happy cry.  "I would love it!  Celidhs would be so much fun to host, especially at Celtic New Year.  Dean, thank you so much!"

Near smacked on Bobby's back when he choked, answering Sam loud enough to be heard by the table.  "Traditionally, there was nothing worn beneath the kilt.  However, given the presence of minors, Near doubts Dean held to that level of tradition."

A pin drop could have been heard.  Dean's eyes widened and his mouth dropped a little and he flushed.  "Was that necessary, Sam?"

About that time, the waiting staff brought platters and bowls of food to the table.  Bowls and plates were placed at each seat.

There was a lamb and potato stew, Irish potato pancakes called Boxty, Irish soda bread, and an apple butterscotch pie with meringue topping which was Scottish.  There was also a haggis and Helensburgh toffee which was made like fudge.

Watari ensured his charges ate a bit of everything before allowing desserts to be served.  He was proud of Dean's gift to Sarah, who was giggling as she ate her way through all of the food.  The older male smiled at that, happy to see this odd little family interacting so well.

Sam stared at the food in front of him.  The lamb and potato stew, he could handle but he knew what was in haggis.  He looked down the table at his brother, who was trying everything with a relish that made Sam want to turn green.  He could not allow it to be shown.  Dean, whose derision of the Campbells and kilts had caused a rift, was now on the best of terms with Sarah.  His brother  had gone against the grain and done all of this to make amends and make her feel welcome and would expect his support in this.  He shook his head and ate the stew.  The haggis was not on his plate.

The tartaned clad man at the end of the table was answering questions about the reels he had learned, how he'd practiced.  He talked about the blown up doll he had hidden in the wood shop and the small tv he watched in his office to memorize the steps.  He'd had one lesson before the snowfall hit and  was talking about finding the right attire.  Everything had been flown in and four tailors had worked on it, using his measurements taken by the tuxedo store.  He also talked about the history of the clans he was reading.  Lisa listened to the two of them talking with pride.  Dean had gone to a lot of trouble.  She was very proud him and was going to learn the dances.  She wanted to dance with him also.

Sarah had quoted a poem first before allowing the haggis to be cut and took a nice size serving, enjoying herself a great deal.  She'd offered to teach Lisa since she knew both the Scottish and Irish dances, and also the artist had agreed to help Dean learn more as well.  With a mischevious grin, she winked at Bobby.  "Hey Sam?"

Sam looked up and the woman he was going to marry, a question on his face.  He saw his brother taking a bite of the haggis, and he turned green.  Dean grinned at him

"Yes, Sarah?"

As soon as his mouth opened, she popped a bite of haggis in.  "Enjoy," she beamed at him, then focused on her plate.

 Watari chuckled, shaking his head at that devious act.  Sarah was quick when she wanted to be and kept the Winchester brothers on their toes.  Definitely a good choice.

Dean smirked at his brother and placed another bite of the haggis in his mouth.  He  chewed slowly as he watched his brother sitting there with a look of shock on his face.  Sam had not moved and certainly had not chewed the food that was in his mouth.


Dean swallowed.  "Come on, Sammy.  It can't taste as bad as some of the  things you've swallowed.  Give it a chance.  You're Scottish too.  You might actually like it.  It's got all kinds of healthy stuff in it."


 Sarah's eyes were sparkling as she watched him.  The haggis was really well cooked, seasoned beautifully, and she would have to beg for the recipe for it.  The others were actually eating it as well, since Watari had insisted on his group eating the courses before dessert would be allowed.  "Come on, Sam, it's good!"


"It's stomach," Sam replied.


Bobby spoke up, "Sam, it's only on the outside.  The inside has some organs of the sheep, spices, and Scottish oats.  The stomach is what you boil it in.  They used to use intestines for sausage.  What's the difference?  It's just a giant liver sausage.  It's no different then tripe.  The Mexicans call it menudo."


Dean looked up at the mention of menudo. "Weren't they a Puerto Rican boy band?"  This time it was Lisa's turn to choke.  


 Mello nearly fell off of his chair when he heard the question, snickering harder.  Near looked at Sam.  "Does Sam eat the American food known as sausage or hot dogs?"

 Watari covered his face, trying not to laugh.  He knew where Near was going, and he didn't want to start snickering and make the boy question his line of rationalizing.


"Only when we were hunting and there was nothing else at whatever store we stopped for gas or food for Dean.  I'm pretty picky about what I eat."


"If Sam ate the hot dogs then Sam should have no problems eating the haggis.  In truth, this is healthier than hot dogs or sausage," he said to him, gray eyes watchful.  Matt smirked a bit.  "He's got you there, Sam."


The younger brother looked down the table at the instigator of his problems at the moment.  Dean looked back at his brother, a challenge in his eyes.  Sam could see the laugh lines.  "Damn it, you're enjoying this, Dean."



Dean swallowed the bite of haggis and took a spoonful of the stew. He put it in his mouth and slowly chewed as he enjoyed his brother's discomfort. Swallowing, he grinned, "Yeah, Sammy. I am. I don't think there's any Superglu to be had around here either," he replied and started to laugh.

Watari groaned when Matt and Mello shared a look, then began pestering Dean for details.  The two livened things up when not working with pranks at times.

Near frowned slightly.  "Why is all of this a problem?"


Dean poured more beer from a pitcher into his tankard.  "It's not a problem.  I've gotten better at prank wars, and as I said, there's no Superglu.  He can't glue another beer bottle to my hand."


 "I'd be more worried about the dreadful duo," the elderly man told Dean, nodding towards the quietly conspiring kids.  Near was poking at his own food, obviously almost to his full point. He really needed to encourage the lad's appetite as it was nowhere near Ryuuzaki's, Matt's or Mello's.  


Hazel eyes turned towards the two teens, and the man watching them knew there would be trouble if he didn't nip it in the bud right now.  "Matt?  Mello?  No pranks in the house.  Outside only.   I don't want damage anywhere and it's holiday time.  I don't want to see anything messed up because of them.  If you are planning anything interior wise you get an adult's okay first."


"Seriously, like we'd damage anything," Mello pointed out.  "Besides, we need to talk to you about that later," he grinned, wanting to bring the older man in on the pranks.


Dean looked from one to the other.  "Oooo....kaaaayyy."  Everyone was trying the two desserts.  The older  ate a piece of the pie, but it was a small one.  He was full and didn't finish it.  "Sarah, are you ready for those other two reels?"


Sarah grinned, wiping her mouth and hands before answering.  "Yes, Dean, I believe I'm ready to work this meal off."  She was ready to have some fun.  


Dean got up from his chair and held a hand out to Sarah,  treating her like something priceless to be carefully tended to and guarded.  He led her out onto the floor and  motioned to the leader of the small band.  The music of another reel began and he led her into the dance.


 The woman gracefully fell into the open position, moving with the music and with Dean for each part.  She was glad she hadn't worn heels, which Lisa had tried to put her into earlier that day.


Parts of the reel required that Dean move in, placing his arm around her waist, gripping her tight as they moved in a tight circle around each other.  Sam's eyes widened and he grinned, watching them.  Suddenly he got up and walked out onto the floor, interrupting the dance.  The couple stopped and Dean looked up into his brother's hazel eyes a question in his own.  The younger man looked at both of them and smiled.  "Teach me how?"


Sarah burst out into a peel of laughter.  "Lisa, get your fanny out here.  Time you learned as well."


Lisa's eyes widened.  "I'll break something.  I'm in heels."  Dean grinned and strode over to the dark haired woman, reaching down and grabbing her arm.  He pulled out onto the floor.  She was dragging  her feet, telling him to stop.  The former hunter turned and faced her.  "You can kick the damn shoes off, Lis.  The floor is carpeted and it's warm in here.  Don't use the  speed and agility of the dance as an excuse.  You teach Yoga and you're as nimble  as anyone I've ever seen."


Lisa started to back away and stopped when the kilted man in front of her got a sad look in his eyes and quietly whispered, "Please?"  She slowly slipped her feet out of her shoes and walked towards him.  He stood a little taller and reached for her, a soft smile on his face.


Sarah set into position, showing Lisa how to stand as the woman would be to her right.  "When the music starts, watch my feet at first.  Upper body position is fairly easy.  Irish reels and jigs hold the upper body very stiffly.  The Scottish versions aren't as rigid.  Sam, watch Dean."


Sarah nodded to the musicians and the music started.  They were giving each other's partner instructions as they went along.  Before the dance was over, both seemed to understand the steps.  Dean told the band to play it again.  this time they went through it a little easier.  


Watari grinned when Mello dragged Matt out, pushing the red head to stand beside Lisa.  The two had been watching and fell into it fairly quickly, proving their intellect as they did the dance fairly well.


They went through the dance several more times and Bobby looked at his watch.  "I think we need to let these people go home, children.  The hotel awaits. It didn't snow here but the weather report we had yesterday said last night was a possible snow and ice storm.  If the roads are bad, we need to leave early in the morning to drive slowly when we hit those areas.  Dean, thank you for a wonderful evening."


Sarah hugged her future brother-in-law, whispering softly.  "Thank you, Dean.  This really meant a lot to me.  You look very distinguished tonight."


She watched Dean do something he found himself doing more of then ever before in his life.  He blushed a brilliant red.  "Really?  It doesn't look silly?  Cause, Sarah, I looked in a full length mirror and I thought I looked good.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think it could look good.  It's not gay at all.  What I've read about the fear other militaries have towards the Scots is fierce.  They're really warriors."


 "This is the more dressy version and in my mind, it's very flattering for both genders.  You pull it off very well, and I'm so happy that you tried this for me."


"I'll be honest here.  It wasn't easy, but I meant every bit of this.   I know I don't really have the legs for a kilt, but I wanted to do it right."


 "You look just fine," Sarah reassured him.  "I'm half tempted to take you to a Celtic New Year and compete as dancing partners for the competitions."


"You think I'm good enough?  Cause they probably dance a lot more then reels,"  the man in front of her hesitated for a moment.  "Hell, why not?  If you think I can learn it all and be good enough to compete, then yeah. I'll dance with you for the competitions."  The six people in the middle of the room could have heard a pin drop at that moment.


What you don't know, I can teach you," she told him.  "Refine what you know and build on it.  You have a great balance, good sense of spatial awareness, and you don't mind getting sweaty and having fun.  That's what this is for after all, to have fun and keep a part of our history and culture alive."

Watari just smiled, proud of Dean for this.  It was good exercise and a great bonding experience for him to get to know his future sister-in-law.  He would get the materials for them for Christmas to get them going in the competitions.


"Okay, so we have until Halloween to do this?"


Sarah nodded.  "That's a good time to start.  I'd like to go to other festivals before then to give you time to see how the competitions go"


"We can do that.  Yeah.  Okay.  Bobby's right though.  It's getting late and the weather may be bad back home."  Dean turned to the man wearing the green suit.  If you'll bring the check I'll take care of it.  Thank you for renting it to us tonight.  It meant a lot."  Dean walked over the band and slipped them several large bills.  He did the same for the pipers.  He walked back to the table as the man returned with his check.  Dean gave him the credit card and the man left with the tab.


"Well, everyone.  Did you have a good time?"


The group chimed in with the positive.  Sarah was positively giddy, she'd had so much fun.  She hummed various tunes as they donned their outdoor gear to be able to brave the dropping temperatures outside.


Dean signed the credit charge and left a large tip for the staff.  He had thanked the  owner one more time, when an elderly lady walked out of the office.  Dean had a his winter jacket on , with gloves, earmuffs, hat, and muffler, but he was still bare legged.   


The lady intersected his path, stopping him.  "Where are your trewsers, young man?"


He looked down into her eyes.  "They're in my ATV, ma'am."


"You've got  nice legs, young man.  They do the kilt justice, but we all know what is worn under a kilt, and you're going freeze them off."  Dean's head jerked back in surprise.  He licked his bottom lip, nervous.


The man in the green suit went quickly to the elderly lady and took her by the arm, apologizing as he took her back to the office.  The little lady spoke louder, "You need some trewsers to protect those.  Children are important, young man."


Dean nodded and hurried towards the door, grateful that the family wasn't inside with him.  He was red faced again as he walked quickly towards the ATV, not sure who, if anyone, was riding home with him.


Near, Mello, and Matt had opted to ride with him actually, and the red headlooked at the other.  "Ok, why are you blushing?"


"Whose blushing?  I'm fine."


"Why are Dean's cheeks so red?"  Near leaned over, checking the other's face.

Dean let the engine heat up, he messed with the player in the car and Metallica came on.  He looked up and stared at Near and shook his head.  "Come on, guys.  It's personal."

Mello snickered.  "Let me guess, someone complimented you on the sexy legs?"


"Okay, Mello. Which one of those waiters do you think is gay and hitting on me?"  At that moment there was a knock on Dean's window.  He jumped a foot.  Turning he rolled his window down and the man in the green suit said "You dropped this when my Mother accosted you, Sir."  He handed Dean his wallet.  Dean stared at the man in disbelief.  The owner apologized again for the rude sexual remark and hoped it would not prevent the use of his restaurant at another time.  The younger man, his face a bright red at this point, choked out a reply, "It's all right.  At her age, dementia sets in.  Right?"  The older man smiled, "No, Sir.  Her mind is very clear.  She likes sex with younger men.  She would have gone a lot further."  All Dean could think to say was, "Oh."  He nodded at the older man and rolled his window up.  Putting the car into reverse, he started backing up.


The blond coughed, muttering a word in between the coughs.  "Cougar after you, Dean?," he grinned.


"That's not funny.  She's not a cougar.  A cougar could still attract a man, Mello.  This woman had to be ancient when I was born.  Okay?  She didn't proposition me.  Her son got there before that happened.  She just said."  Dean stopped.  "I'm not telling anyone what she said."


 Hazel eyes widened at that.  "No problem, think I'll shut up now.  Anyway, I can't believe Sarah pulled that trick on Sam.  That was priceless, especially the look on his face."


Dean stared in disbelief.  it wasn't like Mello to give up that easy.  "Yeah, it was really good.  I actually loved it"  The man's response to Mello had almost a sound of doubt in it.


Mello grinned, getting comfortable in the seat.  He wasn't going to push it because he'd been told to behave by his guardian, and he would behave...for now.


They drove toward the hotel.  Dean took it slow on the streets, knowing the traffic would be bad on a Saturday night.  He Let the boys out in front and drove around to the parking  garage.  He saw the other two on the second floor but had to go on up to the third to find a large enough spot for the ATV.  He went around to the back and got his the clothes he'd been wearing earlier.  They were in a back pack.  It was cold in the garage so he hurried to the elevator.

The rest were waiting for him. The cold was falling fast, which wasn't a good sign for the weather tonight. Ryuuzaki was waiting in the elevator to make sure that Dean made it in without problems.


Dean raised an eyebrow when he saw the man. It had not crossed his mind that someone else besides an elderly lady might try to hassle him. There was a gun in his backpack, but it would have been difficult to get to it. "Thanks, Ryu." There was a lot of meaning in those two words because it had dawned on him that there might have been more then hassling. It would seem the other had foreseen the possibility and saw to it that nothing did occur. Dean said nothing else. Ryu would know what he meant and he was grateful that he didn't have to elaborate.
    The detective nodded, popping a sucker into his mouth as he did so.  "The temperature keeps falling.  We may end up remaining in the hotel longer than originally anticipated."


"I hope not.  Thanksgiving is this week.  I want to finish up the the cuttings for the ornaments and stuff Sarah needs. Lisa took care of the stuff for Thanksgiving and Sara is doing Christmas.  I imagine that next year we'll go all out for other holidays.  Right now, it's one a time.  Christmas is the big one."


    Another nod came from the other man.  "I understand.  Perhaps the roads will clear up enough to allow for travel but we should be prepared for the other possibility."


"I know, Ryu.  If this had not been so important, we would have stayed home."


 "You certainly made amends and also found something to bond with your future sister-in-law over.  That is a large achievement," he told him.  "Sarah seemed to be very excited at having a partner to dance and compete with.  This will be good for you as well."


"I liked it, Ryu.  It was fun and exciting, but how is it good for me?"


Exercise for one.  Healthy competition is always good for an individual," he answered.


"Heh.  Sammy was the one who always competed in things.  I bet this has freaked Sam and Bobby.  It's not me.  I want it to be though."


    "Just go with the idea of enjoying yourself," he advised.  "I could tell you were having fun tonight, which is important."


"It was a lot of fun.  I really didn't know or understand.  Man, I made an ass of myself over this stuff a couple of weeks ago.  I'm glad I did this."


    "That is important, the having fun.  You've found something fun that you can share with your sister-in-law," he pointed out.


"I've never had fun with a woman  before who I wasn't sleeping with."


Ryuuzaki nodded.  "She is the only family member you haven't been able to connect with.  Now you have a means to do so that is enjoyable for you both."


Dean thought about it as they  exited the elevator at the street level and cross the street to the hotel lobby. "You're right.  Other then trying this, I wasn't sure how to go about it."


"Sometimes the best way to approach things is just to immerse yourself in something that the other enjoys, just as you have done tonight."


"It affected everybody, and I think they were all on Sarah's side.  I don't think I was wrong to feel that  way, but there was no way in hell she was going to back down on it.  I guess I'm actually growing up, Ryu.  I didn't want the fighting and everybody hurt and angry.  I didn't want the blame for all of it either.  I don't think she would be willing to let me off the hook.  It's easier this way, and I liked it. Surprise."


They stepped into a lobby elevator.  Dean was quiet for a minute.  "I'm not doing this against my will.  I actually enjoyed it and I want to  continue dancing with her."


"Then focus on that and use it as a chance to have fun and get to know her,"
 he told him.


Dean spoke softly as they walked down the plush hallway, "I will.  The first time I met her, I told  Sam that he needed to marry her.  She would have made a good hunter's wife..  Now he's not a full time hunter.  Only when you need us.  He's marrying her. I want to feel as comfortable with her as I do Lisa, Jo, and Ellen."  Dean stopped at his door and slid his card into the slot, turning the knob.  "Good night, Ryu.  Thank you." 


"Anytime, Dean."  He patted the man on his shoulder and trudged his way to his own room, determined to get some work done before Watari went off on him for his poor sleeping habits again.


The next morning, Dean was up and making calls, checking on road conditions between the city and home.  He knew it might be rough highway that goes to their home, but he wanted to make as far as he could go before he had to pay someone to clear things up again. The sheriff's department said that all the roads were cleared of snow and alt  laid in the worst area.  There might be spots of ice but it was passable.  They'd just have to be careful. Dean called and let everyone know.  They picked donuts and kolaches at a shop and head on.  More was expected. 


 The group was glad to be heading out, liking it better at home honestly.  They just had to hope that they would make it before the storm hit.


Dean led the way.  He'd driven in lots of weather like this up north  Sam rode with Nancy and her friend.  Bobby rode with the Doctor and Elspeth and Andy.  Watari sat up front with Dean. Lisa, Ben and near sat in the middle seat, and L, Mello, and Matt in the back seat.  Sarah rode with Sam and the two women.  It took longer to reach home.  The reached the Doctor's offices and started swapping out.  Nancy let Sam keep her ATV and Bobby hopped into the the back seat behind Sarah.    Nancy and Erica got into the ATV.  He leaned out and told them, Nancy would pick hers up when they stopped to  check the clinic.  Saying good bye and wishing each other a happy holiday, they all headed to their own homes.


Near gave a soft sigh when they entered the main room.  It was nice to be indoors.  Traveling was not his favorite thing to do, truthfully.


The men hauled the luggage in and checked the building inside and out.  When they had done the inspection, Dean started hauling in kindling and logs for all of the fire places.  When Mello and Matt saw what he he was doing, they grabbed their outer ear and went back outside to help..  Dean had pulled more  logs from the wood shed and had a gas powered chain saw and was cutting wood. Sam and Bobby laid the fire.  


 Watari began laying the fires as well, stacking wood in the boxes where each fireplace was.  He'd also put Ryuuzaki to work with Ben to help with wood, while Near and the ladies set the kerosene lamps out, making sure each was full with a wick ready.  The older man had a feeling this would probably be necessary.


The wood was laid, fires roaring in every room, everything was ready.  The women fixed a pot of soup with hot chocolate and coffee.  Dean left the storage shed, hauling several large black plastic cases.  He kicked a booted foot at the base of the storm door.  "I need some help", he yelled.


 The group went to aid him, though Watari insisted Near stay in a warmer area.  The boy was succeptable to catching colds if he wasn't watched.
"
Dean stumbled into the patio with a number of large plastic cases.  "These are quilts and heavy blankets.  There's about six or seven more in the attic of the storage room.  I tossed them all down so they are on the floor."


Sam and Watari went up to get the others whiel the group hauled in the boxes, determined to help


They hauled all of the quilts and blankets to the bedrooms, Dean telling everyone, "If you need to double up to stay warm, do so.  Body warmth helps."


They all sat down to eat and drink the coffee and hot chocolate.  The kitchen was cleaned .  Dean went into the pantry and brought out a propane stove.  "We will eat hot food if the lights go out.  If they do, we can  see what caused it and make the necessary changes.  But it's a day chore."  While he was talking, the storm hit.  It sound like gale near a beach.  Everyone gathered in the big room and sat together on the couches or chairs.  Dean sat on the floor near the fire, with Lisa pulled up close to him.


Gray eyes sparkled in the firelight.  "This is like the storms at the school sometimes."  Mello nodded, very familiar with that sound as well.  Whammy's house was massive and the wind wuthered around the house, filling the hallways with that moaning sound quite often.


"Snow storms or wet, rainy gales?" Sam asked.


 "Both," Matt answered.  "Sometimes just rain..other times snow.  It's a mix of what to expect."


At that moment there was a loud noise and the lights went out.  Dean stretched a little and sighed.  "Well that's it till the storm completely passes and we have not enough light to see.  We're self-contained here."