Supernatural Death Note Chapter 152

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.

Thanksgiving

The silence woke  Dean.  It had been a restless night with the alarm going off every two hours.  Most of the group plugged their ears with the cotton balls that Dean had in his first aid kit  Not wanting to leave the entire job to Sam, the older brother got up every time and got wood out of the large  tub they had placed on the patio.  Dean would grab a  bathrobe, and put on is slippers.  Donning  his coat on the way out, he would go to the patio, fill a bucket with wood and kindling and head back to the main room.  Sam would be tending the turkey, doing what Watari had said to do.  Dean would remove the old coals that had died out and shovel the newly burnt wood to where the Dutch oven would go. He waited for his brother to finish.  The large iron cooker was covered and surrounded with the glowing wood coals.  Putting the shovel down, he would back up and let Sam set the new wood and kindling  and get the fire going. They would both go back to bed.

This morning, Dean yawned, and got up, slowly walking towards the bathroom.  Coming back into the main room, he couldn't figure what was bothering him.  He realized there were no high winds or the sound of ice hitting everything.  Moving around pallets, he looked through a window at a snow covered world.  It looked like a blizzard without the wind.  Dangerous, due to the ice underneath it and the stalactites hanging from the eaves.  Perfect for impaling vampires, he thought.  Dean stood there, watching  the gray light of early      morning and the thick snowfall.  Looking down at the watch on his wrist, he noticed that the time was actually 9:47. The darkness was due to the storm.

 Near padded up beside him, looking out the window.  "It looks bleak outside," he murmured.  "Near has seen gray skies like this in England, but it seems worse here."


:There's no wind to blow it into drifts  It's coming almost straight down.  It means a pretty even blanket of snow everywhere.  If it lasts very long, we're gonna have trouble digging  out. I wonder how thick the layer of ice is under it," Dean spoke sofly, so only Near heard him.


"Unsure," he said.  "Near has no means of tracking it so it could be a treacherous walk outside once the snow stops."


"Well, I hope not. I don't imagine any  of the roads are passable right now.  If somebody slipped and broke something, we'd be on our own.  I want to be able to go out and knock those icicles off.  They're deadly.  I bet there's a bunch all over the property...the clinic, mobile homes, and the shop."


"Probably," he murmured.  "An attempt should be made once the day is over if tomorrow proves to have weather that will allow it."


"I agree.  It wasn't that bad out back because we've been knocking them off with a broom every time we've gone outside, but the rest of the place is gonna be bad."


 Near nodded.  "It will go faster with the whole group working once the weather breaks."


"Yeah, it would, but not today.  We're gonna make this day as special as we can.  Hopefully it will  slow down by tomorrow.  Everyone's still sleeping.  I'm gonna take care of the fire and the turkey.  I'll see what I can do towards the rest of the meal."


Dean put some clean clothes on and headed toward the colder part of the house to get wood, grabbing his coat as he went.


 He was joined a short while later by Sam, Watari, and Bobby.  The older man smiled.  "I have the boys working on prepping the potatoes and the like."


Dean returned the smile, "Thanks, Watari.  That saves time.  I'm glad to see the three of you.  There's not enough wood left.  This container is too big to carry out and carry back.  It's too heavy.  We got to make trips for the wood.  Everyone be careful.  There's a windless blizzard right now.  We won't see the ice patches."


 They nodded, making fast work of loading up the wood.  "We needed to get things moving.  Near is replacing oil in the lamps as we do this."


Dean filled up his small bin and went to shovel out the dead coals and ashes into the second bucket he had.  Sam had gone past him, removed his winter clothes and started the final preparations for the turkey.  It was almost done. 


Dean looked over his shoulder and sniffed.  "Damn, it really can cook that way."  He grinned at his little brother and hauled the two buckets back to the patio. He dumped the ashes in the trash can he was using for the that purpose.


 The group was now entirely awake and working on getting the meal ready to go.  Laughter filled the room as jokes and silly stories were told.


The older Winchester returned, and stood in the doorway, coat still on, and silently watched every thing that occurred in front of him, taking everything in.


Ben grabbed his dad's hand, tugging him in.  "You can help us get some of the food ready," he said with a grin.


Dean shook his head to clear it and stared down at his son.  "I can do that," He said softly.  He went over to the large dining table and grabbed the cheeses and a knife.  He found a cutting board and began to slice the different cheeses into large slices and then sliced the slices to make cheese sticks.  He found the platter Sam had brought in for the relish tray and laid the cheeses on it .  Looking around he found a can of black olives, a jar of green olives and a jar of Polish dill pickles.  He took the olives into the bathroom and drained them. Entering the main room he noticed that Sam and Watari were removing the turkey and putting it on a platter.  Grinning, he popped two or three black olives in his mouth and headed back to the relish tray.  Dean was excited.


Matt was serving up the potatoes and other veggies they made on the propane stove.  while L and Mello were setting up the drinks to get everyone ready.


Dean settled the black and green olives on the relish tray and opened the.   jar of pickles, carefully removing them a little at a time.  He moved the relish tray to the far end of the dining table where the other food was being placed.  Watari was carving the turkey and Leaving it on the platter.  Lisa pulled several foil wrapped loaves of bread from off the coals and opened one and sliced it.  


Watari had Ryuuzaki and Ben set the plates and utensils up so the meal could be dished out before having them set up the tv trays and smaller lap trays for those who didn't have a seat.


Dean leaned over Lisa's shoulder, placing his arms around her while she cut the bread.  He leaned in and whispered, "Want to sit on our pallet and eat together?"  


Lisa smiled, smelling the black olives on his breath.  Dean waited for a reply.


"You've been  into the olives," she teased.  "And sure, we certainly can.  Just don't be messy," she said, giving him a playful kiss.


Dean responded to the kiss and replied, "I can vaguely remember Thanksgiving, Lis, but I do remember my Mama telling me not to make a mess.  Then she would tie a clean dishtowel around my neck." He grinned at her and  teased back, "Olives aren't half bad without pizza."


"Maybe I need to find you a dishtowel," she giggled.  


Grinning, Dean leaned in again, "Why don't you just ask Sam if he knows of anything big enough for me."  He gently bit her ear and went to ask Watari if there was anything that needed to be done when he saw Sam bring in the cans of cranberry sauce, with and without berries. Grabbing two can openers, he headed towards his brother.


Sam had six cans, three of each.  Dean grabbed three cans, handing a can opener to his brother..  He turned and headed back to the table.  There were two fairly large bowls left.  He pushed one towards Sam and snagged the other for the sauce with berries. He moved down the table more when he notice Watari draining juices from the Dutch oven into the pan Sarah was making gravy in.  His brows went up.


"They put grease in gravy?"


 "That's not grease; it's the natural juices of the bird with the herbs that was used to cook the turkey," he told him.  "Some use grease say like in chicken fried steak."


"The cream gravy for chicken fried steak is made of grease?"  Dean stood there staring at his brother a look of disillusionment on his face.  "Damn, that's why no one's been letting me have it."


 "Exactly," Watari answered.  "We're using the healthier alternative here for gravy," he said.  "This way you can enjoy the meal and not worry about health issues."


"Okay, so it will still taste like turkey gravy?  I don't guess it matters much.  I can't remember what it tastes like anyway."


"It will," he reassured him.  "You'll enjoy it a great deal."


Soon everything was ready.  At that moment, Cas reappeared with a basket.  Inside was stuffing, baked sweet potatoes, and a pound of fresh butter from a dairy. 


Watari blinked.  "Nice, Castiel.  Thank you."


"These are the things I felt you might not have.  I know you had boxed dressing.  This is a corned bread dressing.  I did not think you would have been able to get the butter or the sweet potatoes.  I would have brought fresh made pies and bread, but I did not know what you had."


"That is wonderful, Castiel," Lisa said with a gentle smile.  "It means a great deal that you brought dishes to the meal.  Come, it's almost time to eat."


Soon everyone had a plate piled with food and glass of either soda or tea.  many sat on the pallets with a lap tray in front of them.  Those on the furniture had trays on stands.  Dean sat, staring at everyone for a few minutes.  He reached over and squeezed Lisa's hand.


Matt stared at the plate for a moment before speaking up.  "Granted, some of us aren't Americans and most of us aren't religious...so...Thank you.


Dean looked at Matt, "You are welcome, Matt.  You're family, and whether you are an American doesn't matter.  The first people who celebrated a day of Thanksgiving were British Pilgrims who survived a harsh winter and made it through a year and finally had a harvest.  The Native Americans helped them survive.  Well, we've all helped each other survive in the past year.  I never considered myself to be a believer because I had to see to believe.  But Castiel is real, so God has to be. Our family is all here together. So, happy Thanksgiving to everyone."


 There was an answer in return before everyone began to eat, conversation flowing freely as the delicious meal was devoured by the hungry group.


Everyone helped to clean up.  The food was placed in the kitchen refrigerator  Dean grabbed his coat and took the trash to the incinerator and placed it in bin.  He came back inside the patio.  As he walked back into the warm room, he smelled hot cider being steeped.  Wrinkling his nose in appreciation , he smiled and headed towards his wing.  "Anyone want a book to read or a game to play?"


 Near looked up. "Games were brought down by Near and Matt earlier," he offered.  "Ryuuzaki felt that it might be appropriate to have such items on hand for after the meal."


"Thanks, Near, Matt....Ryu, I appreciate that.  Well, does anyone want a book or are we all playing games?"

 "We thought games," Sarah piped up.  "Keeps the noise level going and atmosphere festive."


"Sounds great.  What games do we have?"


"Sarah and Matt were naming the games when Sam started laughing and said, "for some reason we have Candy Land and Cootie."


Dean grinned, "Which of them are you playing?"


Sam tilted his head.  "I always wanted to try Candy Land," he said with a shy smile.


"I don't know if I remember how to play it.  Four years old was a long time ago.  Mom always understood the rules.  It's bound to have instructions, right?"


Mello grinned, holding the item up.  "Yep, that they do."  It was just for fun and anything with candy was always welcome by them.


"Sarah and Matt were naming the games when Sam started laughing and said, "for some reason we have Candy Land and Cootie."


Dean grinned, "Which of them are you playing?"


Sam tilted his head.  "I always wanted to try Candy Land," he said with a shy smile.


"I don't know if I remember how to play it.  Four years old was a long time ago.  Mom always understood the rules.  It's bound to have instructions, right?"


Mello grinned, holding the item up.  "Yep, that they do."  It was just for fun and anything with candy was always welcome by them.


Dean returned the grin.  "Are you gonna play, Mello?  Anyone else?"  Dean walked over and took the box from the blond.  He winked at Mello and strolled back towards the pallet he shared with Lisa.  Sitting down next to her, he opened the box.  Looking across the room at his brother, he said, "Sam?"


Sam grinned, sitting down.  "I'm game."


Dean started to ask again if anyone else wanted to play, but everyone who was going to play had settled down with others with a board game.  Neither Dean nor Sam realized that the group was allowing them time to be kids and brothers.  The two were doing something they had never had the chance to do...be children.


The younger brother read the instructions, wanting to make sure he had this right.  This was one game he'd never learned how to play.


Dean was struggling to shuffle the small cards that were used instead of dice. "Damn, I give up."  He laid the cards on the game board and moved them around, mixing them.  "That works."  He placed the cards in a stack on the board and and said, "I got dips on the blue gingerbread man.  You want red, yellow, or green?"


Mello sat down and  chose yellow while Sam grabbed the red one.


"Hey, Mello.  Welcome aboard.  We're going to Candy Land.  You know what?  Some of this stuff looks almost good enough to eat."


No one noticed that Watari and Bobby had video cameras out. Watari was scanning the room getting everyone. Bobby was concentrating on his boys.  They needed these kind of memories.  Dean had been upset earlier and mentioned that he needed to talk to him.  The boy seemed much more relaxed now.


Everyone played, having fun with the game and teasing each other.  Laughter filled the room as various groups played their games, enjoying the company.


"What the hell is a molasses swamp?  Damn it.  I'm no longer winning?"

 "A swamp made of molasses," Mello snickered.  "I think it's pretty sticky stuff.  Not as good as chocolate though."
 
 Watari heard that comment from where he was playing a game with Near, L, and Matt and laughed.  "Mello, to you, nothing is better than chocolate," he teased gently.


"What do you make with molasses?  I mean I've never heard of eating anything made from it.  Let me think...'Slow as molasses' is the only damn thing I know about it.  That and putting me in last place."

 "Candy," Lisa answered.  "Cookies and breads.  It's a thick syrup that flows a lot heavier and slower than honey."


"Does it taste like honey?"


She got up and headed into the kitchen, dashing back out with a bag.  After opening it, she offered one to Dean and Sam.  "Here.  They're rich but very good."


Dean held it in his hand.  It felt frozen from being in the kitchen.  He sniffed it and it had a strong smell.  He looked up at Lisa, a question in his eyes.

 "It's ok," she told him.  "In the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, her family would take molasses outside and make candy by pouring it into clean snow.  It'd freeze into treats for the children."  She nibbled on one as well.


"So, this is frozen molasses?"  Dean watched his brother bite into the treat.  Sam had no expression as he chewed.  Frustrated, Dean  asked, "Well?"


"It's good.  It's a cookie," he told him.  "It's a bit strong in flavor, definitely not what I'm used to but it's good."


Dean gingerly took a bite and his brows went up.  "It's not bad  I bet it would be better made into a regular cookie, but for that time period, I can appreciate it. Who thought of doing this?  It kind of suits our Thanksgiving more than what we got baked for later.  Thanks.  Can I have a couple more to munch on while I try to make a come back here?"


"Actually, that is the cookie," she told him with a smile.  "I was sharing a bit of history in regards as to what the older generations would do with the molasses since it was more accessable than honey."


Dean swallowed, "I'm sorry, Lis.  I guess I misunderstood that.  This is really strong for a cookie. I thought it was the pure molasses because of how strong it is and the lack of sweetness.  It's there, but I'd swear it had a bit of pepper sauce in it."  Dean had finished the cookie and wasn't sure it he should ask for couple more again after making such a stupid mistake.  He thought a moment, "It's not that I don't like them.  They're just different from anything I've had before.  To be honest, when it comes to Thanksgiving and Christmas, I haven't really had much of anything."  Sam and Mello grinned at the almost hopeful sound in Dean's voice.


"Probably some added spices," she said, looking at the bag.  Sarah overheard and giggled.  "Dean, the sweets are out that we made for today if you want to indulge.  Most have been made with a special sugar substitute," she said,whispering in his ear so as not to offend the sugar addicts in the house.


"I would have been fine with  these, but that would be wonderful, Sarah.  I was waiting on everyone else."  Dean stood up and headed towards the large table and the section that had pies and cookies laid out.  He leaned over Sarah, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Thank you for the sugar substitute.  I'll thank Lisa  in a little bit.  I know she and boys made the cookies.  You did the pies?  What kind you got over there?"   


"Apple, pumpkin, mincemeat for our British guests, chocolate for Mello," she laughed.  "And I tried a new version of apple, a caramel apple type.  All of these were made with sugar substitutes and other healthy alternatives."


"I've never had mincemeat.  I haven't had pumpkin since Mom died.  Can I try a little sliver of all five?  I'm curious about the caramel apple and the mincemeat."  Dean had a mischievous look on his face.

 "As long as you think your stomach can handle it," she teased back.


"I'm only talking slivers. I figure five slivers would equal one slice of pie.    Maybe....if you cut them, I'd be guaranteed just slivers and Watari, Lisa, Sam, and Bobby won't yell at me.  You can't yell if you cut them,"  Dean winked at her as his grin got wider.


She giggled at that.  "It's thanksgiving Dean.  It's expected to indulge a bit today so go ahead," she handed him the knife.


Dean looked over at Sam, pensively.  He knew that his brother would consider his indulging to mean at least one slice of all five, with possible seconds.  He looked at the knife Sarah had given him, then stared at the pies.  His gaze returned to his brother.  Dean thought, 'What the hell.'  He cut a small slice of each pie.  The slices weren't slivers but they weren't his typical idea of a slice of pie either.  He grabbed a fork and headed back to the pallet and the Candy Land game.  When he sat down, he found Sam and Mello looking at his plate.  He tried the caramel apple first.  Holding it up to  his mouth, he stopped and said, "What?"  The pie followed the word, and he slowly chewed it.


Sam just grinned.  What the hell, Thanksgiving was only once a year.  He got up to get himself some sweets too.


Dean was chewing a bite of the mincemeat when his brother grinned and got up to head towards the sweets part of the table.  His eyes grew wider, but he seemed to calm down a little.


Sarah set her plate down, cup of soda beside her as she plopped onto her pillow.  "It's thanksgiving and the holiday season.  This is the one season a year where we can indulge and have fun.  The self castigation starts after New Year's," she grinned.  "Besides, we worked to make it as healthy as we could."


Dean, eating a bite of the chocolate pie, grinned a big grin at the younger eyes that stared askance at him.  There was a slight smear of chocolate on his face, but he didn't seem to notice it.  He figured that if he couldn't tell they'd made this so he could enjoy it, then the others wouldn't either.  


He was still in third place in the game, but didn't seem to mind it when Sam won.   "Another round or another game?"

 "Let's try another," Lisa suggested,putting candy land away and laughing when Mello came back with a huge plate loaded with chocolate.  

Sarah brought Scrabble over and sat down next to Sam.  "I'll play this one with all of you.  Dean just sat there staring at the game.  "Now, please explain to me how I have a snowball's chance in hell of beating Mr. Stanford University?"

"You're doing very well in your online classes, Dean," Sam murmured.

Dean stared at him.  "You got a full ride at Stanford and you got the offer of one for law school, Sammy.  I entered an online school with a  GED.  I am in my second semester."


Mello spoke up, staring at his friends. "You are also older and have been out in life more," he pointed out.  "Chances are good that you have more stored in your brain than you realize," he said, grinning as Lisa brought a dictionary out.  


"What's the dictionary for?"  Dean stared at it as Lisa sat down.  "I can at least use words like, 'Demon, bar, drunk, and ummmm, oh yeah.  sex.'  I think those are in there.  I bet you that everyone here knows them."

 "Because of the blond brainiac," she teased and Mello playfully turned his nose up at her, making her laugh.


The game had been going quietly when a loud argument ensued.  Mello commented that Dean's word was not a word.  Dean had argued that it was.  Sarah supported Mello, claiming that you could not add a word to a legitimate word and create a made up word.  She grabbed the dictionary.  At this point, Sam got involved and told Dean it was not a real word.  


"How the Hell can you say that, Sam?"


"Because it's slang in hunter talk," he told him.  "It doesn't fit in 'normal' vocabulary or in the dictionary."


"My job may not have been 'normal,' Sammy, but it's kept billions of people alive.  It cost a lot of hunters their lives.  Our 'language' isn't good enough for that damn dictionary?  Do you know what slang terms are good enough for it, Sam?  'Aint' is good enough for it. Think of the sex terms you know and look under 'F'.  It might just surprise you. "


Mello leaned back, looking at Dean.  "Hunters are under the radar so their terms for things won't be in the dictionary, Dean.  It's probably a good thing because do you have any idea what the general population would do if they knew that stuff was real?"


"How'd you feel, Mello?  When You, Ryu, and I went up against Lilith?  That's what I hope people would do and feel."

 "Truthfully?  Part of me wanted to crap my pants and freak out," he told him.  "We're taught to accept logic and fact, to make decisions based on the evidence in front of us.  Then all of a sudden, there was this thing that defied every sense of known fact and logic out there.  It's not a comfortable place to be when you're confronted with this."


"In spite of that, knowing that Ryu and I were severely injured, you got that gun out of my leg holster, and killed that damned bitch.  No blood was left  to raise Lucifer from that cage.  That's what I would hope for, Mello."


 "You would get it from some people but not all," he said, looking at his friend.  "We're not exactly normal, are we?  Me, Matt, Ryu, and Near.  We're raised differently, taught to see and think differently.  Most people aren't taught that and would run away screaming."


Dean just stared at him.  He slowly began to remove 'suit' from the game board.  "That's the problem with the world, Mello.  We have to sacrifice our lives for people who either don't know or they do and don't give a damn."  Placing the letters back on his tray, he muttered, "It still ought to be a word." He looked at the board and grinned.  The word 'metric' was on it.  He place 'sym' at the beginning and 'al' at the end.  "Triple word."


"We do but we don't do it for the gratitude," he pointed out.  "We do it because we want to see justice done when all other avenues fail."


"You're right, Mello, but it's nice when it happens.  It has...a few times.
A lot of the time people don't know or they think you're the bad guy. A few of them actually fight back with you.  Sarah's one."  Dean smiled at the lovely brunette sitting next to his brother.  He looked at the board and counted the letters.  "That's 60 points, Sammy."


"Damn, Dean, nice one," he said, tallying the score.  "And you were worried about not keeping up."


The older man grinned, "I still think meatsuit ought to be a word, but since it's not, symmetrical at a triple word will do."


 "I should think so," he laughed.  "You're almost even with Mello."  The blond had been leading the game so far.


"There's not that many letters left.  It's sure getting dark fast," he said as he looked up towards the closed windows.  


"Another storm possibly," Ryuuzaki muttered, staring at the chess board.  He was playing Near, who looked to be tied with the other male.


Dean looked over at the two geniuses.  "Yeah, it could be.  It is a quarter to six.  It might just be getting dark because nightfall is coming on,"  he said softly as he got up and walked towards the same window he and Near had stared out of earlier that day.  Pulling the drapes back, he stared at a white world, but the snow had stopped.  The sun was down and the sky was quickly turning dark.  The hunter could see stars appearing.  He took a deep breath of relief and closed the drapes.  "It's nightfall.  I saw some stars,"  he said with a grin.


 "That's good," Matt said, grumbling as Ben made another move.  "Darn it," he groused.  Parcheesi sucked sometimes.  


Dean sat back down and noted that everyone had played and it was his turn again.  He used five letter and got twenty points, still behind Mello.  Taking the last three letters from the bag, he frowned at them.


 Mello made his play, using most of his letters and getting a few bonuses as well.  He saw the frown.  "That bad?"


"Yeah.  How in the hell did the Q, X, and Z end up as the last three letters in the damn bag?"  Everyone around him laughed.


"No idea but glad it's not me," he joked.


Dean looked over where Castiel was intently watching the chess game.   "Hey, Cas?  Did you just play a  whammy on me?  You know?  Practical joke?"


The angel looked at him intently.  "No, I have not rigged the game.  You simply did not shake the bag well enough."


"Are you trying to tell me that whoever put the letters in the bag put the Q, X, and Z in first, and the bag was just shaken gently to leave them down there?"


 "No, it was just one odd random thing that occured when it was not shaken well enough," he told his friend.


"Okay, then I'll shake harder every time I take letters out."  Dean waited for everyone's turn.  He managed to play ABATE off a BAT but knew it was over for him.


Lisa and Sarah both had to pass, leaving Mello to finish off abate with an s, leaving him without a tile.


Dean started laughing.  "You managed to hold onto an S this entire game?"


Bobby stood up and asked if everyone would like supper?  There was plenty of turkey left for sandwiches and a large amount on the relish tray. 


The group agreed on that and got up to help put the plates together as well as drinks.  


Dean finished putting the Scrabble up and asked Near and Ben to take care of the remaining games.  He walked around, raising the wicks on the oil lamps to give off more light.


The games were neatly put away, kept within the room so they could play later after the meal had finished.


Walking over to help with the food, Dean spotted his brother coming towards him with a tray.  "Looks good,"  he commented.  Sam smiled, "I hope so.  It's yours."  The shorter of the two looked up into his younger brother's hazel eyes, a question in his own?


"You were working on the lamps, so I decided to get your plate together.  Turkey sandwiches the way you like it, potato salad, and some cheese and vegetables to eat with it," he told him.


"Thank you, Sammy," was the soft answer from the older of the two.   Dean walked over  to his pallet and sat down to enjoy the meal.


 "No problem," he said, going to work on his own plate.  It didn't take too long before everyone was sitting down, enjoying their dinner.


Dean finished eating first and took his plate and fork into the kitchen and tossed them in the trash.  He yawned as he walked back into the living area.  Stretching out on the pallet, he listened the conversations going on around him, his eyes slowly closing.


 "Falling victim to the curse of Thanksgiving," Lisa giggled as she picked up trash from those who were finished.


Sam handed her his plate and fork and smiled up at her.  "That, and he stayed up with me every time I got up last night.  He got the wood, and shoveled the coals for the Dutch oven, and hauled the ashes.  I built the fire afterwards.  He didn't go back to bed until I was done.  No one knew this except me."


"Then let him rest. We'll put some of the sweets back for his dessert later," she said with a smile.


"If you don't mind putting some back  for me too, I'd appreciate it, Lisa.  I'm as tired as he is."  Sam laid back on his pallet and was soon fast asleep.

 "No problem," she said, going to do just that.


Everyone played games and ate desserts.  The two Winchesters were both in a deep sleep.  When it hit 11:00, Bobby said that if the snow stayed away, it was going to be a very busy day and they should all get some rest.  The entire group got ready for bed, leaving the two young men alone.  They did not want to bother their rest.


The night was a quiet one.  The entire group rose the next morning to find that Cas had cleared everything on the property and gone out on a case.  


The work to the get electrical going began.  By late afternoon, the lights were back on.  Dean spent the remainder of the day demanding that the generator he had ordered be found and shipped.


The first Winchester Thanksgiving had ended.  Those who were used to Thanksgivings thought it was the best one they'd ever had.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 144

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.


Medical Tests



 The trip took a bit and fortunately, the clinic was nice and warm when the men arrived.  The doctor kicked his feet against the front entryway, shaking the snow off before heading inside.  


Dean was about ten minutes behind the other two.  He looked to see if Nurse Nancy was there.  The doors to the main lobby were closed so he had no idea if she was there or not.  Now that he knew what coming he did not want a woman involved but he was pretty sure the doctor would need an assistant and he was nervous.  No, take that back.  He had to admit to himself.  He was scared to death.


Nancy waved at him as she entered the room.  "Don't look so nervous," she said, taking his coat.  "He's good at what he does.  You'll be all right."


Dean looked at her.  She was a beautiful woman.  Ordinarily being naked in front of a beautiful woman didn’t bother him, but having a beautiful woman being involved in putting a camera up his ass bothered him big time. He figured it was probably one of the last things they’d do.  The stress test and stuff would  be done first.  He’d have the fasting blood work.  Well maybe the stress test would be done later in the afternoon after the scoping, and he’d eaten.  His mind was too messed up to even ask.  He just wanted this over now.  He looked at his brother.  


“What the hell, Sam?  You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re laughing? Sonofbitch!”


    The nurse shooed Dean into a room and drew his blood for the doctor.  "You'll be able to get revenge later," she promised.  "I"ll get Lisa and Sarah to help on it."  She didn't see Dean as a man, being too much in love with her own girlfriend.  Once the blood was drawn, which was done with very little pain or fuss, she sent him into a room to start the stress tests while she prepped the blood for a send off.


Dean took off his his shirt and t-shirt  as the doctor began putting on the wires for the ekg and had him get on the tread mill.  They started him out slow and he told Dean to walk.  Slowly the tread mill picked up speed.  Dean walked faster and faster.  The tread began rise and Dean was walking a steep incline.  There been a time before his injuries and the long recovery when this would not have been a problem.  He had not gone back out into the hunting world.  There’d been only one case.  He’d never really recovered fully.  Something was not right.  He should not be this winded.  He knew that.  Winded, yeah.  Some.  Not like this. He wanted to hide it.  No.  He wanted to be back to normal.  He finally let go of the treadmill and went to the ground and sat there, gasping for air, thinking he’d failed it.  He did not realize he’d been walking a steep incline at a very high rate of speed for over twelve minutes.  He could not breathe.


Nancy and the doctor both rushed to him, talking him down as they gave him some oxygen to breathe.  This wasn't too unusual for some patients, and they knew how to help guide him into regaining his normal breathing pattern.


Dean’s normal color started to return.  “I’m sorry, Doc.  I shoulda been able to walk longer and faster then that. I’ve gotten rusty....slow.  I need to work out, I guess.”



Nancy looked surprised at the comment.


 "Dean, you've been pretty active.  Stop this.  This isn't a point fingers at yourself time.  We're trying to determine what's going on so we can help you.  Do it again, and I'll have your sasquatch of a brother sit on you," he threatened playfully.


“Okay,  How steep was it?  How fast was I going?  How long was I doing that ?”


The doctor told him, and Nancy grinned.  "Most people can't do that incline at that speed for as long as you did," she told the man..


Dean made a an oh expression with eyes and mouth, nodding his head and got up. “What x-rays are we taking, Doc?  What kind of physical?  Any other kind of tests before this scoping thing?  I know the blood work for after I eat is the last thing.”


 "We'll do the x-rays now," he said, guiding him into the room.


I’m assuming You’re not doing upper and lower  g.i.s ?  Right?  I don’t think I got liver or gall bladder problems. You haven’t done an enema yet, so I’m assuming no.   Blood work can check a lot of that.  Just doing a chest x-ray right?  We’re not doing a prostate exam are we?”


 "We're doing everything," he told him.  "You've gone too long in your life without regular check ups, Dean, and I want to make sure what's going on in there."


“Yeah, but you’re gonna wait on the lower g.i. and do it after you stick the camera up me right?  I mean you don’t want that radioactive crap up there when you’re trying to videotape me, do you?  Please?”


“Dean..stop worrying!"  He turned to look at the man.  "This is part of your problem.  Stop fretting on details and just trust me to do the things needed to take care of you."



Sam, seeing the absolute terror on Dean’s face realized what was wrong,  said, “Hey, Dean, you’re gonna need to get completely undressed. Why don't you go into the other room where the x-ray table is.  You’re gonna lay down for the scoping. and the enema.  They will do the dye last.  You stand for x-ray.  Put the gown on.  Just lay down and relax until they are ready for you.  Okay? Doc, can we talk for a minute.”


The man nodded, heading out of the room.


Sam walked out behind him.  “Doc, this is normal for Dean.  When Dean was around 15 or 16 he was brutally raped by 4 or 5 men.  He had no medical treatment.  Hell, Dad took me and left him there, stark naked in that room where had found him.  Dean walked in the cold in a blanket back to our hotel and had to break in.  He was there for a week with no food, no money, and no clothes.  Dad came back, called him a whore, and used a dish scrub brush and dish soap and  washed his mouth and his ass out with them.  Can you imagine?  He’s probably scarred down there.  I don’t know how badly.  I do know this.  He’s scarred mentally and emotionally, so go carefully, Doc.  I didn’t even think about it until just now.”


"Ask him if he'll take a mild sedative," he said softly.  "I'll get it set up but I should've been told about this, Sam, so I could have sedated him before now."


“I’m sorry, Doc.  I found about it under a year ago.  We don’t talk about such things.  Dean clams up when you do.  You just don’t think about it unless you see it.  I  just saw it.  I’ll ask .”  Same went inside.


Dean looked up.  He was sitting on the table, his  bare legs dangling off the side,and  he looked up as his brother entered, a question in his hazel eyes.


 The doctor went to pull a medication that would relax Dean enough to go through this without causing panic or flashbacks.   He hoped Sam would get brother to agree.
    
Sam looked at his brother.  "Doc suggested something, and I think it's a good idea."


“Oh?  What’s that, Sammy?”  Sam could sense that Dean was getting tense.


    "I think a sedative would help you through the last tests," he said softly.  "I remembered the issues you've had in the past, and I think it's a good idea to let him give you something so you can relax."


“If I’m  not in control, how can I protect myself, Sammy?  God, I couldn’t do it then.  Dad didn’t defend me.  He didn’t go after them.  He punished me, Sammy.  He hurt me worse then they did.  If they drug me, who will protect me now?”


 "I will," he told him.  "I'll be there, I promise."


“You won’t let them hurt me?  You swear you won’t go?  You’ll be there?”  You won’t go”  Oh gods you won’t go, Sammy?”



 "I will stay at your side from start to finish, and I won't leave it till we're home and you're being bugged by the kids," he swore.  "I promise on everything I hold dear."


“Okay, Sammy.  Tell the Doc, only if you stay, I’ll do this.  Can I stand for those g.i.s with this?”


 "I'm not sure but the doc can answer that," he said.  "Let me tell him you'll take the sedative and we'll get these tests finished up, ok?"


“Yeah, then I can eat something, do that last damn blood work, and go home.  I have to go to school tomorrow.  That’s if they have it with all this snow.”


 "If we can't get out, we can't get out," he laughed, then went to find the physician.


The Doctor had a shot waiting and was talking to Nurse Nancy who was setting up an IV bag and a cart with some electronic equipment and another cart with a bucket some water bottles and a hose and what looked like a pink liquid.  His eyes grew wide.  The Doctor smiled.  “I think that with his problem and a mild sedative, I feel better having him on an IV.”


Sam figured it out and nodded.  "Yeah, probably so.  I'm staying with him through this," he told the physician.  "He's too upset."


“I have no problem with that. If I remember right.  Dean  does not like needles but will play macho, so let’s beard the lion in his den, shall we.  He’s a lot more frightened of what we’re going to do then he will be of an IV.”  They walked in with all of the equipment.  Dean looked up, saw everything they were carting in and started breathing fast.  He closed his eyes and tried to breath through his nose and out his mouth to control it but was losing the battle.  His brother heard him whisper his name in a a single panicked plea The Doctor told Nurse Nancy, “Let’s get that IV in so the sedative goes straight into the blood stream quickly.”



The younger brother gently placed his hand on the other's shoulder.  "It's ok.  I"m here, no one will hurt you."


The Doctor pressed on Dean’s shoulders also and pulled him down.  “Lay down, Dean.  We need to get IV in so we can give you this sedative.”  Dean froze.  


“No, Sammy, please.”  The two men gently pushed and pulled until he was on his back.  Nancy found a good blood vessel on his left arm and the IV was quickly in.  The sedative followed and soon Dean was  was  relaxing.  He was not asleep, just very calm.  “That’s better, Dean,”  the Doctor spoke softly.  ”Now I’m going to turn you on on your on your right side.  You’re going to feel something go inside you.  It might sting a little.  Then you’re gonna feel very warm.  It will be soothing, okay.  That’s all.  Don’t tense up.  It won’t hurt unless you tense up.  Okay.  It’s not real big.  It’s not anything like before.  It’s small.”  Sam saw his brother wince when the tube entered, but that was all.  


 The taller one kept talking quietly, keeping Dean reminded that he wasn't alone and that everything was fine.  It was a running babble mostly, bouncing over various topics.  He did talk about Sarah's latest rampage in the crafting area of the house.  The woman had been obsessed since they'd gotten the supplies in.


Dean smiled once or twice so his brother knew he was listening.  The enema was finished and the camera had been turned on.  The doctor had two of them.  He already had the small device entered into Dean and man had not even realized.  Sam kept on talking, telling Dean that he was going to have a major woodworking list from Sarah. Dean actually laughed and the Doctor asked him to be still.  That’s when Dean froze in the realization that he’d been violated.  His grip hardened.  Sam rushed to calm him before there was a problem. He looked up at the Doctor who had noted that Dean had clamped down.  “Sammy?”  Dean sounded scared.


 "It's all right, Dean, it's  the doctor, remember?  No one will hurt you with me here," he reminded him.  "So did you hear the catastrophe this morning?  Mello tried to raid the chocolate that was earmarked for Christmas candy making," he said, trying to pull him back into a more relaxed state.  "Watari and Lisa were chasing him for half an hour."


Dean actually grinned.  “We bought so much candy and junk food.  Why did he raid that?   Did they save it or do I need to buy some more?  I have to go over the lists from Monday anyway.  I can add more.”  Dean hissed  “Damn!  That hurt!  Something wrong, Doc?  Nothing else hurt like that.”


"Just relax," he assured him.  "It's almost done."
    
 Sam grinned back.  "I think he did it to annoy them, I don't know.  He had this devious look on his face when he was doing it too."


“If you say so, Doc.  I’m trying.  You know, Sam.  I looked at that stuff when I ordered it.  It has no sugar.  It’s unsweetened.  You use whatever is needed for whatever kind of candy you’re making.  If he bit into that.  Ewww.  That’s all I can say.”



"He made off with the sugar jar at the same time," he snickered.


Dean stared at him for a minute.  “Unsweetened chocolate and sugar?  Really?  Oh, Lord!  Stop!  Please!  For just a minute!”  Dean took a deep breath, literally gasping.  “I’m sorry.  It feels like it’s catching and ripping there.. Just let me catch my breath..” He inhaled and exhaled a couple of times and reached for his brother’s hand. “Can you see anything wrong there?” 


 "No, it looks fine," the doctor assured him.  "Just relax...like I said, we're almost done."
  
 "Yup, sugar and chocolate.  He nearly crushed one of the bags of near's potato chips too," he laughed.


Dean laughed and cried out again.  “You know what, Doc.  That camera is smoother on the going in side then it is on the coming out side cause it keeps catching on me. and it hurts like hell.  There is no way like hell you’ll ever do this to me again.  You’ll never catch me to do it again cause you proved to me I can move fast.”  Knowing it was the sedative talking, the other three in the room grinned and kept on with the removal of the camera. Nurse Nancy was preparing the other camera for scoping Dean’s stomach and Sam was wondering about that one.


 "This won't be comfortable," the doctor told him.  "If you feel pain, I want you to tap the table three times, ok?  Just breathe through it and listen to Sam talk."


They laid Dean on his back and his grew large as the camera and the cable came towards his face.  ‘Oh hell no!  Wait! Wait...wait...wait.wait..wait...”Sam grabbed his head and held him.  Dean try to  shake his head and Sam’s hand came to his mouth.  He could hear mumbled noes.  The Doctor stopped.  “Dean, this has got to be done.  I don’t want to have to drug you more.  You have to be able stand in a little while.  You’re a former hunter.  We don’t want to have tell the four boys that this happened, now do we?  They’re going to ask?  I won’t lie.”  Sam could see tears in his brother’s eyes, but Dean had calmed down.



 Sam leaned in.  "It'll be all right, Dean.  Not too much more now, then we  can go home.  What do you say to stealing some of the baking Lisa's doing and find a place to curl up and veg today?"


Dean nodded thinking of the people who were coming and planning on staying through Christmas, especially Jo and Ellen.  He hadn’t seen Jo in  long time.  Ellen either, for that matter.  He wished Cas would come.  But the angel was running.    He knew there were sigils that could hide him. ‘Cas?’  The doctor finally pulled the camera out.  “Just lay still, Dean.  We’re gonna give you an enema and do some x-rays.”  A very hoarse, “Awwww,” could be heard.


 "It'll be fine," his brother reassured him.  "Just relax.  Almost through."


A raspy whisper was heard, “It’s another damn enema, Sammy.  Another one.  He didn’t say there would be two.”


Nurse Nancy got Dean settled back on his side on the table and another hose was applied.  Dean closed his eyes and waited, expecting warm, soapy water.  What he got wasn’t very warm and he stiffened, stopping the flow through the tube.

 "Dean, stop it," he told his brother.  "You're going to hurt yourself.  It's all right.  Relax."

“I’m sorry, Sam.  It’s cold.”    Dean relaxed.  Nurse Nancy smacked his rump.  “Hold it in.  We have to take pictures with it in you.”

Dean’s grew large.  “You got to be kidding me?  You just poured the Gulf of Mexico inside of me and you want me to hold it in?  What do you think I am?  A dam?”

 Sam rubbed his brother's shoulder.  "Just try to think of something other than what's going on down there."

Dean’s hazel eyes were a brilliant green in intensity.  “Sammy, my bladder’s never been this full.”  He sat up.  At the top of his lungs, he shouted, “Doc, you got seconds to take those pictures, and then there’d better be a clear path to the bathroom and that machine.”

 He heard a chuckle from the doctor.  "I don't think that'll be a problem," he told his brother.

It’ll be a major problem if I don’t make it, Doc.  Bladder control is one thing,.  This is something else.  Just how full did you guys fill me?”

 "Pretty full," Sam said, having seen it.  "You'll want to rush aftewards."  Dean had to be uncomfortable!

“Seriously?”  Dean had such a miserable look on his face.  He was struggling hard.  He finally closed his eyes and had almost bitten through his bottom lip.  Finally he gasped, “That’s it, Doc.  If you don’t have them, you won’t have them.”  He took off at a run, bare butt shining.

 There was a soft peel of laughter when that happened.  Sam looked back.  "I hope you got it."

“I did,” the Doctor was wiping his eyes.  “Wait until he has to drink the stuff.”

 He made a face.  "Not sure I want to."

“Barium is very chalky and it will ruin the flavor of mint for life.”

 Sam's face grew even worse.  "Great...just great."

“You’ve got those massive greenhouses.  You can’t tell me Dean didn’t put every kind of mint there is in there.  Make him chew mint leaves for a while. It might just overcome that particular memory  and prevent the gag reflex when he smells or tastes mint.”

 "Or get Sarah to make her famous mint brownies," he responded.

“If I can okay him to have those, you bet.”

"She uses healthy alternatives but you can't tell that it is," he said.

“Carob instead of cocoa?”

 Sam nodded.  "Yup."

“Whatever his problems are, he’s in safe hands.”

 "We're trying," he said softly.

“I know you are.  I like your brother, Sam.  He’s a little rough around the edges.  Blue collar, but he has a heart gold..would give you the shirt off  his back.  I’ll help any way I can.  He won Nancy and Erica over, and that’s not easy.  I know he’s not the liberal type, but he’s fair and they know it.  He’s not the type to judge.  He takes people as they are.”

 He nodded.  "He's a good guy."

“You both are, Sam.”

A few minutes later, Dean came down the hall, moving slowly, wincing with every step.  Thinking over his brother’s day so far, Sam could imagine what he was feeling.  Dean looked at both of them, shook his head and  passed by both, stopped, turned around, and spoke, “Well?”

 "Time for a drink," he told his brother.  "I think this is the last test."

“I don’t have to eat and do that other blood work today?”  He sounded hopeful?

  "Yes, there's that," the doctor called out.

“Come on, Doc.  Don’t I need to have the food in my system for a while before you take the blood?  Couple of hours maybe?”

Nancy  commented, “Not more than about thirty minutes.”

 "Let them do this last test, then we'll get food into you, ok?"  Sam looked at his brother.

“Yeah, I’m actually hungry.”  As they walked together into the x-ray room Dean leaned into his brohter.  “Hell, could have been worse, Sam.  He could have wanted to check my prostrate.  That’s something I’ve never had done and I don’t really want to.  Don’t think so.”

 He held him upright, walking him into the room so Dean could be given the liquid needed for the next x-ray.

Nurse Nancy handed Dean a glass with a white, pasty looking liquid in it.  He looked at her and at it.  “What is this?”  He sniffed it.  “It’s barium,” she said.

Hazel eyes stared at her. “That’s what you just put up inside me?”  The nurse nodded.  "I have to put that crap in my mouth and swallow it?  Hell no.  You don’t drink what gets put up your ass.”

 "IT's from a fresh source, Dean," Sam reminded him.

“I know that, Sam.  IT’s the same stuff.  It can’t taste good, man.  They wouldn’t waste taste on something that goes in someone’s ass.  Think about it, man.  Come on.”

 "What's more important - your health or taste buds?"  He stared at his brother.

Dean, looking kind of lost, half naked in the hospital gown, stared right back at him, belligerent, “Both.”

 "Right now, it's your health.  So drink it or I make you," he said, almost teasing.

Dean, looked surprised, frowned, his mouthed opened, he leaned his a head little to one side and stared at his brother in confusion, and opened and closed his mouth again. Sam was amused.  Dean was not sure how to take this.  Nurse Nancy took Dean’s hand raised it.  He remembered the glass in his hand.  He wrinkled his nose and drank it down.  Sam could only count on one hand the number times he’d heard Dean actually retch.  This was one of them.  Sam recognize the sound of his brother fixing to vomit.

Hold it down," he said, rubbing his brother's back in a motion that Dean had used with him when he'd been sick growing up.  "It won't take too long.  I'm proud of you."

“I just drank pepto flavored plaster, Sammy.  Ohhhhhh.  I’m sick...I’m gonna be sick.  Please.”

 "No, Dean, just hold on."  He kept rubbing his brother's back.  "Breathe slowly, focus on something other than that, ok?"

Dean started thinking about last night with Lisa which was the wrong thing to be thinking about in his state of dress.  Nurse Nancy noticed and then realized it would embarrass Dean  She tapped Sam on the shoulder and whispered," help him.  He look at his brother  who was still slightly green, eyes squeezed shut.

Sam nodded, motioning for her to get the x-rays done so Dean could be more comfortable.  He worried for the other, hoping it would be all right.

“Let’s go, Dean”  Dean’s eyes popped open and he jumped.  “Yeah, okay.”  He rushed over to the machine and that was the moment he realized he had a problem.  Looking down, his brows went up, he got a silly smirk and turned slightly red, and one arm  moved down.  He  inched up closer to the screen.  Looking back up at the doctor, he smiled, “That okay, Doc?”

"You're fine, Dean.  Just get relaxed for a moment while I get the angle right," came the response.


“Lisa sent a meal for all of us, Doc.  We can eat together, visit until it’s time for the last blood work and then head out.  When will I know the results on these?”


 "A week," he told him.  "Hold still."


Dean remained still  while the shots were taken.  They waited until Nurse Nancy returned with the film and nodded.  “You canget dressed.”  Dean let out a sigh of relief and headed towards the dressing room, relieved the poking and prodding was over.


Sam sighed, following the doctor to a small lunch room to wait for Dean to finish dressing and they could eat.


“Are you all right?”  The Doctor asked, as he opened the basket of food that Lisa had sent.


 "Yeah, Sarah had me up too early because she needed help on stuff."


“Are you overdoing too, Sam?  Maybe I need to be doing two physicals?



 "Nah, I'm fine.  I try to take care of myself.  I do pace things out, just that Sarah needed some heavy hauling done this morning, and I won't let her do that on her own."


“Of course not, but what’s wrong with Mello and Matt?  The three of you could have made easier work of it.  I know you don’t want to involve Dean right now, Sam, but you can’t leave him completely out of things.  In the long run, it will cause problems.  This soon, though, I can understand.  Roust those boys and put them to work.  Don’t hurt yourself. I think I hear your  brother and Nancy.”


 "They were in lessons, and I didn't want to bother them.  Education is important, especially for them," he answered, knowing the future of the world pretty much rested in the palms of those three boys.  


“Well, if it is not an emergency, than Sarah will have to wait on some things.  It’s not worth risking harm to yourself, Sam.  She loves you.  She would understand that.”


“Understand what?”  Dean asked as he walked into the room.  He walked slowly over to the basket and began going through its contents.  “Hey, more of last night’s vegetable soup.  There’s ham, bread, veggies  for the sandwiches, mustard and mayo, and some kind of healthy chips, and a mug of hot coffee.  I’m allowed some coffee a day.”


"He's worrying about me overdoing because Sarah had me up early for heavy work earlier," he said, getting up to put a lunch together for himself.



Dean filled one of the bowls in the basket with soup and placed in it the microwave.  He turned towards his brother, contemplating him.  “You could’ve asked, Sam.”


The doctor, remembering the 10:00 wakeup call and all the small bruises or love bites on Dean’s chest and neck while he was doing the stress test just smiled and thought sure he could.


 "Yeah, right," he laughed.


Dean looked serious, “I wouldn’t have let you down, Sam”  Nurse Nancy joined in the laughter then.  Dean looked at all three of them.  “What?”  He made a sandwich, took his soup out of the microwave, carried both to the table, and poured himself a cup of coffee.  He sat down and started to eat.


The group began to enjoy their meal, talking about various things and plans for holidays.  The doctor was flying to Dallas for Thanksgiving.  Nancy was driving to Houston with Erica.  “We’ll see all of you Saturday in the city, right?” Dean asked.  


"We'll be there," she reassured him.


“Good.  Don’t forget Elsbeth and Andy.  Well, Doc?  Has it been enough time?”



 "Go with Nancy, and she'll get the last draw done," he told him.  "I'll call or come by with the results when I have them all in."


Dean got up and followed the nurse and they were gone about ten minutes.  He was soon back, rolling down his sleeve.   “Let’s go, Sammy.  I’m tired. Ya’ll be careful going back to town, Doc, Nancy.”  Dearn reached for his parka and cap