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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 142

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 themThank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.


A Night at Dean and Lisa's



“I’m coming with you, hon.”

Dean smiled at everyone.  “Thank you for the great meal and the interesting conversation.  I’m sorry to eat and run.  Good night, everyone.”

Everyone waved at him.  "Sweet dreams," came to him in a chorus of voices.

When Dean, Lisa, and Ben had gone into their wing, Bobby snorted.  Everyone turned to look at him.  “What the hell just happened?  Who ate dinner with us?  Sam would have tutored Dean for a month to get him to have that kind of a discussion. Sam when did he begin to study economics?  He taking that in school?”

 "He's become well rounded in his education," Sam grinned.  "It's awesome, isn't it?"

“Damn!  Ellen and Jo ain’t gonna know him.”

Sam looked at Sarah.  “Neither will your Dad, Sarah,” he said with a grin.

 Sarah laughed.  "It's wonderful.  He's really growing, and it's incredible to see.  We're really proud of him."

Sam responded back to her reply to him, “We are, huh?”  He hugged her.  “He had you thinking up answers today, love.   I never thought  I’d see that.  He didn’t make you angry.  This is a banner day.  Dean Winchester discussed Celtic history, Ireland, Scotland, England, politics with you and the only one who got upset was him and it was righteous indignation.”  He sat back down and helped himself to  more salad.  

Dean walked into his son’s room and asked him what book he was reading.  Lisa’s eyebrows went up.

Ben looked up, heels kicking.  "White Fang!  It's good; it's got lots of stuff in it that's really cool.  Have you read it, Dad?"

“No but I’ve read Call of the Wild when I was a kid.  Sam was sick and Dad was gone.  I got the book and read it to him.”

 "Wanna read this with me?"  He looked hopeful

“Yeah.  How far along are you?”.

 "Not far, I can start over," the boy answered.

“I’d love to, Son. Start over.  We’ll do a chapter a night or until I fall asleep, whichever happens first. That a deal?”  Hazel eyes looked pleadingly into the brown ones in the doorway.

 Ben grinned and moved over, shifting it to the first page.  "Come on!"

Dean sat down next his to son and leaned back and listened.  Lisa knew she should have said no, but Dean seldom asked for anything, and both of them needed this.  They had started out with readings but Dean had gotten caught up in life and never had time any more.  He was learning to make time again.  This was good.  Reading with his son was as important for his health as meditation.

 The little boy looked happy, reading and allowing his dad to turn the pages as they cuddled together.  Occasionally, the older male would correct a mispronunciation and explain the word.  Lisa had returned and had her cell out and was recording the scene and she sent it to Bobby, Sam, Sarah, Watari,and Ryuzaki.  she felt they’d appreciate Dean’s idea of stress relief.

 The group awwed over the video, enjoying the scene.  "That's just too c ute," Sarah cooed.

Sam smiled.  There are two things I need to do.  First off I need to start chronicling this family.  All of it.  I Know I can’t do Ryu and them, but I can us.  I am going to set up a private ablum on the internet for friends and family to view.  I am going to set up video albums on DVD for all of us to have.  Starting tomorrow with this.  Let’s go to bed, hon.  After Dean is through with the doctor, maybe you can talk him into cutting wood for you.”

 "I was planning on making him my wood slave tomorrow," she snickered.  

“I think he’d like that, hon.”

“Wood slave?"  Mello started cracking up.

“You better be careful, Mello.  She’ll put you into hauling it for him.  I think a shop of some kind was put along the side.  An aluminum building on gravel.  Not enough time to set up anything permanent.  They plan on doing it once the weather permits.”

Sarah got an evil grin.  "Come to think of it...."
    
    Mello winced as Watari smiled.  "He and Matt could use some physical exercise.  Let me know when, Sarah, and I'll have them ready for you to put them to work."  Matt eeped, looking up at his caretaker.

Sam laughed and said, “They get kitchen duty tonight.  I believe Near and Dean had it last night.”    He took Sarah’a hand.  “Good night, everyone.”

Dean tucked Ben in and kissed his forehead.  “Night, son.”  He walked towards the door, turning off the light, and gently closing it.  Walking down the haul, he opened the door to the master bedroom.   The huge bed had the comforter pulled back, but he did not see Lisa.  “Lis?”  He walked to the bathroom, but she was not in there.  He frowned, wondering what she was up to.  He relieved himself, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth.  Turning off the bathroom light, he went to the large bed, kicked off his slippers and slipped in between the flannel sheets.


 She came into the bedroom, dressed in  beautiful blue satin knee length lingerie.  "Hi love."


She could see his eyes in the dimmed light.  They had widened and turned a brilliant green. She could see comforter rise a little  He was interested.  She smiled.  His voice deepened a little, “Hi, Lis?”


Lisa sauntered to his side.  "Thought I'd take you up on that wonderful offer you made," she smiled seductively


Dean’s eyes darkened and he reached towards her putting an arm around her hips and tugging towards him, a slow seductive smile crossing his face.  


    The woman went willingly, leaning in to kiss him deeply.  She lay on top of him, the kiss deepening as the man beneath opened his mouth and let her enter, his tongue tangling with hers.  A deep groan came from beneath her, and she felt his hands on either side of her waist and her turned over until he was on top of her.  He looked down into her brown eyes.  “I believe I said I wanted to kiss your entire body, Lis?”


    "You did, I believe.  I guess we have all night to play since the weather went all icky on us," she said.


“Well, the plows will be out, so Doc will be here, but I am not getting up at the crack of dawn.”  He began to slowly kiss, nip, and, lick every inch of her, slowly removing her clothing as he moved down her.  He went slowly, taking his time, waiting until she would beg him to stop on an area before moving on.  Several hours later, he’d finished her feet, and moved up between her  thighs, which had remained untouched.


 She gave him a dazed smile, tugging him up.


“Did we soundproof these walls?”


 "I hope so," she giggled, then set out to test if the walls were all night long.


“Before you start testing, hon, I missed a spot," and Dean pushed her back down.  


  Lisa grinned.  "Oh really?  silly me."



Several hours later found Lisa cocooned within Dean’s arms and legs as he had himself wrapped around her, holding her in his sleep.


 It was a great relaxing sleep that both of them needed, recharging batteries that had been on empty for a long while.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 82

Authors: 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.

The Seduction of Sam Winchester

Sarah was pacing her room, indecision wracking her. Finally, she grabbed her bathrobe and headed to Sam's room. As she waited for the elevator, she thought about how few the kisses had been. He was shyer then when they'd met. She knew the problem was Ruby, and she was damned if some dead demon was going to keep him from her. There was a lot she could do and not have sex. Tonight, she claiming her man.

Sam was reading in his room, flipping through some books as he tried to get some information in regards to helping find Lilith. Even though he couldn't be part of the team, he could help find her.

The door partially opened and he saw Sarah's head peep in. “Hi, Sam.”

"Hi Sarah, everything OK?"

“Everything's fine. Can I come in? You don't have to get up. I'll join you if you don't mind.

He smiled at her. "Sure."

She entered the room, wearing a long silky red bathrobe, her hair long. She walked over to his recliner and climbed up on his lap, and took his book, setting it on the table. She shook her hair, and leaned in and kissed him slowly, passionately.

His eyes widened, then he kissed her back.

She began to slowly kiss him again , letting her tongue probe his mouth, as her hands caressed his face, and ran through his hair.

He ended the kiss a few seconds later. "Sarah?"

“Yes, Sam?” She ran her mouth over his lips down to his chin, nibbling on it, and started licking and sucking his neck, leaving love bites as she went. She slowly blew hot breaths on the moist skin.

"What are you doing?" The question was spoken breathlessly.

“Wait and see, Sam. Just relax and enjoy it.”

He nodded, eyes very wide as he watched her. Sam hadn't expected this and wasn't sure about this at all.

She worked up to his ear and started nibbling at it, her tongue going inside as far is it would go. She sucked on the lobe, and let her tongue lick behind the ear. She worked to the back of his neck, nibbling, licking and sucking.. Slowly , she moved down, her hands moving under his t-shirt, pushing it up slowly. She flicked her tongue over a nipple and watched it harden. She grazed it with her teeth and heard him gasp as she pulled it into her mouth and sucked on it.

"Sarah," he gasped softly, fingers sinking into her hair. Sam was completely stunned by what she was doing. She slowly dragged her tongue to the other nipple and proceeded to do to it what she had done to the other. She ran her tongue down his torso to his navel. Her tongue began to work on it as she carefully undid the button of his jeans, and unzipped them opening them so she could reach his lower belly. Her hands caressed tender skin and she licked and sucked the entire area.

The tall frame shuddered, feeling himself harden under what she was doing.
He hadn't felt like this in a long time..feeling such gentle passion from Sarah.

Sarah tugged at his jeans and Sam felt himself lifting up to let her maneuver hthe material. He didn't realize at first that she'd pulled his boxers down at the same time, releasing him.

She began to nibble bite in the pubic hair and she started licking the areas where his legs joined his crotch, gently nibbling and caressing with her fingers. Sara continued her ministrations, caressing and using her mouth to love him.

Sam moaned, legs parting to allow her more access. He'd never had anyone pay so much attention to him before....not like this.

He still smelled of soap from his shower after the soaking. She smiled as his legs parted and she moved down further to give him pleasure. She'd done some reading and was trying out new things to help him find himself again sexually.

The younger Winchester wasn't familiar with the type of stimulation she was using, and his hips bucked up despite his best efforts not to. “S...Sarah," he warned, knowing he was getting close. He simply wasn't used to this and the desire curling in his belly was boiling up to a head fast. He cried out her name, trembling under the force of his climax.

Sarah did not move after he was done, letting him recover from her exploration and stimulation of his body.

"Oh my god, Sarah," he breathed out.

“I love you, Sam, and you are now mine. You asked to me to marry you, and I said yes, but I want all of you in that marriage. There can't be sex right now. I have no protection, but there's a lot things we can do. Can you move?”

"I don't think I have any bones left in my body," Sam laughed out.

“Oh, I bet you do,” she teased. Standing up, Sarah removed the red robe. She had on a sheer red top that barely covered her breasts and a sheer red thong. “You know how good I am. How good are you, Sam? The night is very long, you know.” She walked towards the bed, hips swaying and he could barely see the rear strap of the thong. He groaned a deep groan.

"Damn, you are trying to kill me," he said with a bright grin.

` “Oh, I think you're more then strong enough to survive it, and I bet you look better with those clothes completely off, Sam Winchester.”

The grin grew wider as he rose, stripping out of his clothing and heading towards the bed.


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 54

Authors: 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.

Dean's Verbal Play with Mello

“You know, Sam hasn't ventured into gay sex yet. You talk like a pro. Can you compete with what a demon can do sexually?”

Mello's eyes were twinkling. "I'm sure demons have to be all kinds of rough to get themselves going. I know I don't have to do that..I'm all gentle and tough at the right times."

“I bet you are no where near as gentle and cuddly or as tough and aggressive as the werewolf he had. Share with us about your most interesting bed partner, Mello. How good was she or he?”

Near's eyes were getting larger by the moment while Mello leaned forward. "Rocked all night long...kinky but not too kinky."

“Kinky? What'd you do? How many times did you do it? How long a night are we talking about?”

"Seven times," came the cocky response and Near's comment afterward put Sam and Matt on the floor. "Is that even possible?"

Dean kept a straight face. “Not even the greatest lover in the world, or a 15 year old can do it that many times in one night. A girl can, but a guy can't. All right super stud, it was kinky. What kind of kink?”

The description that followed would have made most porn stars turn bright red and by the time he was finished, Near's eyes were humongous in his face. Matt and Sam were having a hard time breathing now, they'd been laughing so hard and L shook his head.

Dean's upper lip twitched, but he kept a straight face. “L, did you know he watches porn? Mello, I've seen that particular video at least 15 times on a porn channel late at night. Who'd you do it with?”

"I was very much aware of his viewing habits at night," came the monotone and Mello howled with laughter, unable to keep it under control. It'd been worth it simply to get everyone laughing and see Near's reactions.

Dean sat back, with a wicked grin on his face, having enjoyed it more then he cared to say. He shook his head and saluted Mello.

"I can't..believe..he recited all that..without blushing.." Sam was near tears laughing.

His brother was grinning one of the widest grins Sam had seen in ages. “Oh, I can. You don't know him very well, yet. That was fun. Wonder what he would have done if I'd started describing the real thing instead of acting.”

Matt snickered."Probably not much at all but poor Near's gonna lose his eyes if that keeps up."

“I really wish I could find a hooker, really classy one. Got a gut feeling, Mello would run when faced with the real thing.”

"Nope," came the chipper reply."I'll try anything once."

Dean stared directly into Mello's eyes. “You know you were hinting at wanting to try the other way. Neither Sam nor I have tried that, but I'm game to take you on.”

The blond blew him a kiss. "Name the time and place."

The hunter keeping a straight face, stood up, and walked towards Mello. He took his hand and pulled him to him, close. “I hope you like bottom. I'm not one for that kind of thing myself.” He started dragging Mello towards the door.

Matt was howling louder with laughter when the blond copped a feel of Dean's ass, then sauntered past him towards the door.

Dean grinned and followed him out the door.

Bobby stood up. “L, you realize you have two asses who aren't gonna back down, doing who knows what in a few minutes?”

L shook his head. "I do. That's why Watari is waiting with a deterrent."

Seconds later, yelps were heard when the older man doused them with a super soaker.

“Damn it, Watari! I don't exactly have a ton of pajama bottoms and bathrobes. We were only cutting up. He'd a backed down soon enough.”

Watari laughed. "You don't know Mello, and you have clean ones waiting."

“You don't know me, either, Watari. That's a sneaky way to make someone clean up.”

He chuckled. "Both of you go change and have fun. Mello, try to behave."

The blond snickered. "No fun in that!"

“Nope, sure isn't” Dean headed off to his room, leaving a trail of water behind him.

Back inside the large room, Bobby was chuckling and turned to Sam. “When was the last time your brother pulled something like that? He used to do it. He just quit.”

Mello grinned and went to change.

"Years," he answered. "And I don't think Mello is a good influence on him."

Matt slipped his goggles up, wiping his eyes. "Or him on Mello but damn, I haven't laughed like that in a long time."

Bobby snorted, “Me neither. Dean hasn't lost his wit. What scares me is just how far would those two have gone?”

L's voice was monotone. "As far as Dean would allow Mello. That one has no fear."

Bobby replied, “I don't think Dean would go that far. Not with a minor. He probably figured once they had no audience, they both won and it was over.”

"One could only hope," the detective answered, focused on his monitor.

Dean stood in his room, grinning, then remembered, he could not remove his robe. “Ah, damn it.” A few minutes later, Sam's cell rang.

Sam grabbed. "Yeah?"

“Hey, Sam. I hate to bother you, but I need some help. I'm kind soaked to the skin.”

"No problem. Gimme a few to get up there."

“Thanks, Sam. I can't get my robe off.”

He hung up and headed up to help his brother.

Dean kicked off the wet slippers. He started removing his pajama bottoms, leaving the boxers on for the moment. He unbuttoned the bathrobe and waited.

Sam entered, helping him with the bathrobe. "Sorry about that."

“About what? The robe? Sam, I didn't think about it til I got up here and tried to change. Thank you. Did I screw up with Mello?”

"Nope, you gained respect I think in that you could play around. Hell, I know Matt was in stitches. It's not often anyone can go up against that little blond."

“He's definitely different, but Near was there.”
"That one is a complete innocent at times, isn't he?"

“Yeah, and I may have screwed that up.”

"I doubt it. He didn't look uncomfortable, just rather cute with that wide eyed look."

“I don't want to do anything to hurt him. He's special, Sam. How many people you know are that innocent?”

"None, honestly.”

“Exactly. He's the only one I know.”

He smiled at him. "Comfortable?"

“Yeah, I am. Thanks, Sammy. Did L mention anything we had to do today? I never went up there to play games, but it was fun. We never talked to Bobby, but he seems busy. I feel antsy, just sitting around, doing nothing. You?”