Supernatural Death Note Chapter 112

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.

The Pudding Caper

Lisa agreed and would be waiting for Sam outside the hotel.

Dean told Lisa he’d keep Ben for her. Lisa thought it odd that Dean would keep Ben when he was so tired.

The trip back to the hotel was short, Sam giving Dean the presents to hide before Lisa could see where they'd been.

Dean put everything in the backpack he always kept near. He got out of the Impala at the Holiday Inn and saw Lisa and Ben out front. He gave Ben a hug and leaned over and kissed the woman he loved, whispering, “Thank you.” into her ear.

"You're welcome. Make sure to order a snack for you two," she told him.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean replied, staring at Ben who asked if he could have pudding.

"No, Ben, no sugar. It's not dinnertime so I don't want you spoiling it," she answered him.

Dean walked over to the car and opened the door for Lisa. He walked around and handed Sam some cash. “I’ll text you. Send what I ask for. Let me have your room key. Let me know when you are going to be home. Maybe we can have Bobby and Sarah meet us for dinner? Keep them out of the bathrooms.” He spoke softly so as not to be heard by the woman sitting next to his brother.

"Go ahead and ask them. Knowing Sarah, she's probably with Bobby at the lumber yard," he said with a laugh.

“I will. How about that Italian restaurant over on Travis? We could meet at 6 and have a nice meal before the evening crowds hit.”

Sam nodded. "We'll meet you there. Give them a call so Bobby knows to watch the time with her."

“I will.” Dean pulled out his cell, dialing Bobby’s number as Sam pulled the Impala out into traffic. The father and son entered the hotel together. Dean talked to Bobby and headed over to the gift shop. He bought to large bouquets of roses for the women as an apology for later. He also purchased a calculator. The two headed to the suite.

Ben looked up at his dad. "So we're really gonna do this?"

“Yeah. Why? You scared?”

"No but you're the one who's gonna keep me from being grounded until college," he pointed out.

“You think she’ll marry me after this?” Dean set the flowers down and headed to his room to change. He didn’t think his suit would look good covered with different flavors of pudding.

"Yeah because she'll want to take the rest of her life to get even for this," he said sagely. He knew his mom. She didn't get angry, she got even.

“You do understand that pranks run in the Winchester family? You are half Winchester, son. You are either in or you are out when a prank is carried out.”

Ben grinned at him, showing a mix of Dean and Sam in that grin. "Oh I know. I also know that since you're the adult, you're gonna get the most of it. It'll still be fun."

Dean grinned as he put on a pair of old jeans and a ragged t-shirt. “You bring anything like I’m wearing? That’s a lot of pudding to mix.” Dean walked into the bathroom he and Lisa shared and measured the tub. He went down the hall to Sam and Sarah’s room and measured theirs. Coming back to his bedroom, he sat down with the calculator. It took a while to figure how many cups of pudding were made by a box. He finally texted his brother and gave him a large order of pudding and milk. He also asked for a large roll of plastic floor covering like they had at the trailer for the model room.

The father and son went into the living room and turned on the tv and sat down to watch some show that Ben liked. Dean dozed off in the recliner, his son munching on popcorn and drinking a coke. Dean forgot to eat.

Ben nudged his dad,finding fruit and a bottle of water in the cooler. "Better eat this or Mom'll get worried."

Dean yawned, looked at his son and the food. He sighed, reached out and took it from him. He smiled and gave Ben his thanks. The hunter ate the fruit and drank some water, and dozed again. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

He opened it to find a delivery from Sam - a bunch of milk and pudding mix. "Um, Dad..this is gonna take forever!"

“No it won’t. I packed two mixers. The pudding will set in the tubs. We just got to mix it. Only takes a couple minutes per box. I found two large bowls in the kitchenette. We can mix more than one box at a time. I figure about an hour. Than we get ready and go meet everyone and eat. The important thing is to make sure they don’t have on something nice when they go into the pudding. I would never be able to explain that to a dry cleaner. The grapes are bad enough.”

He giggled at that. "Ok, Dad, let's get mixing! I wish we had a video camera."

“You get your Uncle Sam’s phone from him. We can do that. He has one on it. He’ll be busy throwing Sarah in.”

"Maybe get Grampa Bobby to record what Uncle Sammy's gonna do to Aunt Sarah?"

“Hell, no, Ben. Your Grandpa Bobby is a smart man. We don’t want him to know this is being done. We are meeting him at a bar after we take the ladies home. He will figure we’re after him too.”

He grinned, setting things up. "You think he won't want to be a part of this?"

“Yeah, I know he would, but he’ll play both sides. It’s going to be a war zone when we get home, Ben. Just watch your steps.”

"I'll hide in the garage with homework until Matt and Mello get here, then camp out with them," he said wisely.

“You do realize that Grandpa Bobby will be at the garage? Hell, you’re safe in that one. He’ll be after Sam and me.”

The boy giggled, then grinned. "I think we're ready to go, dad."

Both tubs were filled two-thirds full, with the plastic paint tarps covering the bathroom floors. He set roses by the beds in both bedrooms, doubting they would work; but he made the attempt.

They both changed into nice clothes. Dean explained this was a nice restaurant.

Ben frowned. "So you're gonna do the prank after dinner?"

“Yeah. You honestly think your mama is gonna want to go out to a fancy Italian restaurant with me after washing pudding out of her hair?”

He laughed."Most likely no."

“Most likely? You’ve been hanging around your Uncle Sammy way too much. It’s not most likely no, Ben. It’s hell no. Let’s go.” Dean picked up the phone and told the lobby he needed a cab to the restaurant.

Ben grinned, bouncing a bit as he walked beside his dad.

They arrived at the restaurant before everyone. Dean asked for candlelit table that would seat six. He ordered a nice bottle of wine, ginger ale for himself, and asked Ben what he would love.

He chose ginger ale too, wanting to be a bit like the grownups.

Dean, understanding this, told his son, “If you don’t like the ginger ale, just tell me. We’ll get you something else. No shame in that. Okay?”

"Okay, Dad, thanks."

Soon the others showed up at the entrance. The maitre’d showed them to the table and handed everyone a menu.

The group conversed as the menus were perused, Ben putting his down first and telling his dad what he wanted. Dean leaned down and listened to his son and nodded. The waiter arrived and took everyone’s order.

The salads arrived.The waiter had two grinders...one for fresh Parmesan and one for black peppercorns.

Parmesan was chosen by most of them, knowing it would enhance the flavor of the salads. Dean also added the pepper.

The first part of the meal passed happily, everyone discussing what they could of their day. It seemed that a lot of things had gotten done just in the few hours of the family being in town.

Dean paid for the meal and told Bobby about a good bar down the street from the hotel. He told him that he and Sam would meet him there for a beer after getting everyone settled.

Once back at the hotel, the older Winchester followed Lisa into their bedroom. They could hear screams down the hall. He froze, thinking Sam had been fast.

Lisa paused, tilting her head. "I think someone has a horror movie on too loud," she murmured.

Listening to the cursing coming down the hall, Dean murmured, “Sounds like it.” He unzipped Lisa’s dress for her and allowed it to drop to the floor as she stepped out of her shoes. Dean picked her and headed to the bathroom with her.

She gave a soft giggle, wrapping arms around him. "Romantic mood tonight, love?"

“Damn, Lisa, I’d like it to be, but....” He walked into the bathroom and she reached and turned on the lights and saw the tub.

You better not, Dean Winchester, or you're gonna pay for this!"

“I got no choice now, Lis. That was Sarah you heard.” Dean moved to toss her.

She clung to him tightly. "You do this, you're sleeping on the couch for ten years!"

Dean laughed, “I hope not, Lis. You’ll get awful lonely waiting for me ten years.” He walked to the tub and tried to throw her in.

The woman refused to let go. "Don't think I won't. That's what vibrators are for, remember?"

“True, Lis, but they can’t caress and kiss your whole body. Let go of the damn rail, Lis! Take it like a man!”

"Not happening, I'm not a male, thank God! If I'm going in, you're going in with me!"

“Like hell I am!. You’re only in your bra and panties! I’m dressed, and they’re waiting on me. You’ll be all cleaned up by the time I get back.” Dean was laughing but she could see the frustration on his face as he tried to pull her loose from the shower rail.

She clung onto it like a cat trying to stay above water. "Not happening!"

Dean pushed hard while Lisa held on. The tarp beneath his feet moved out from under him and the hunter slipped, falling head first into the pudding. He left his future bride hanging on the shower rail. He struck his head on the tub, dazing himself.

About this time, Ben and Sam entered, followed by a clean and angry Sarah clad in a bathrobe. They saw Dean and there was silence for a moment.

Sam pulled him out of the pudding, trying not to laugh. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He held up three.

Hazel eyes stared glassy eyed at the tall man holding up fingers. “Six if you count the thumbs.” Lisa dropped to the floor and turned to look at the mess in the bath tub and the huge knot forming over the left eye of the man standing by the tub.

"All right, Lisa, let's get him cleaned up. Ben, go get a bucket of ice," he ordered, carefully bringing his brother to the sink to clean up the pudding.

Sarah ran the shower to wash the pudding out of the tub. As Sam cleaned his brother, he heard a sigh. “I’m gonna miss that female stripper dressed as a cop who’s gonna arrest Bobby at the bar.”

"No you won't," he snickered. "I bribed the bartender to video it for us in case we got stuck here."

“Bless you, Sammy.”

Twenty minutes later there was a banging at the door. Dean was in his chair with ice on the knot. Sam and Sarah were on opposite sides of the couch. Ben was in bed asleep. Lisa went to get the door. Bobby stormed in and headed straight for the older Winchester. “Was it your assinine idea, Dean? Sam?”

Sam's face was innocent. "What was? And not so loud, Bobby, Dean had an accident."

“The damn male cop who tried to arrest me and than stripped. I had a hell of time getting out of that bar. I’ll get you back.”

Dean grew paler, sitting up in his seat, the ice bag falling. “What?” his voice almost squeaked.

The younger brother put the ice pack back on his head.

The hunter pushed the ice pack away. “None of this was supposed to go down this way. Damn it, Bobby. It was supposed to be a woman.”

Dean got up, swaying, and headed to the bed room where he grabbed the roses. He walked back into the living room. “Here. Lis tossed me in. You need these more than her.”

Lisa bit back the laugh, shoulders shaking when Bobby looked at Dean. "So your prank back fired huh?"

Dean stood there, swaying, as he stared the older man down. “Which one, Bobby?”

"I'd say the one with your girl there," he laughed. "Let's get your ass back into that chair before you fall over."

“You mean the male cop was okay? It wasn’t a backfire?”

"It was a backfire but worth a laugh now," he said, guiding him back to the chair.

“So.....neither one of you is going to hit me?”

"No, dear, but I will get even," she chimed sweetly at him.

“I’m sorry, Lis, but I was talkin’ to the two Bobbys.”

"Do we need to take you to the emergency room?"

“I’m not at home. No doctors. No hospitals. Lis, Sarah, Bobby....this was for the ice cream.”

"Uh huh," she said, still having a sweet tone. "I know, love, but you're still getting payback. Both of you," she told them, including Sam in the mix.

“Lis, I didn’t even know I licked a glass or cup before I drank. Bobby, you and Sam know me. He didn’t realize I didn’t know. So your ice cream prank, egged on by Sarah was for something I didn’t start.”

"And this mess wasn't extreme? You could've just explained it and that would've been the end of it," Lisa told him. "But you started something now."

“Extreme? Do you have any idea how you left me in that restaurant? I couldn’t get up. People could see and there were kids. You really have no idea what that did? If you say no, that’s one I won’t believe, Lis. Well, go ahead. I’m game.”

She leaned in, whispering. "The licking had the same effect on me, WInchester, so it was pretty much even in my mind."

“Hell, Lis, I wouldn’t use that at all. Sitting that close to you, there’s a hell of lot better ways to turn you on,“ he whispered back.

"I know..but still," she told him.

“Fine, Lis. But I’ve told you what I’ve done in the past in prank wars. Sam’s won his share too.”

"I know..but I have Sarah and Bobby on my side," Lisa grinned.

“That’s fine. I’m going to bed.” Dean started to stagger towards the bedroom.

She got up, helping him to the bedroom as the others went to their rooms to sleep as well.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 108

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.

How food fights lead to pranks

“That’s why Santa never brought me anything, Sarah.”

"I'd say you're overdue for coal then," she teased, settling on the blanket with her sketchpad again.

“Yeah, well, I may have never gotten coal, but I think it was more than made up for.” Dean helped set drinks and bring out the food.

She poked him with the eraser end of her pencil. "Sorry."

“It’s okay, Sarah. Honest. We’ve dealt. This Christmas is special cause it’s the first real one without hurting. It’s gonna be great. I want it so much for Sam. You just don’t know.”

"True," she leaned over, whispering something to Lisa, who nodded in agreement. The artist sat back up, stealing some food for herself.

Dean sat back with a chicken salad sandwich, some fruit, and a bottle of green tea. Everyone kept an eye on him trying to be as unobtrusive as possible but making sure he ate and took the time to do so. He looked around. “We really need better entertainment than this, guys. I know I’m good looking to the women but Bobby and Sam? I can’t be that much fun to watch.”

Ben threw a grape at him. "That's cause we have to take care of you!"

Dean shook his head. “If that’s the best you can come up with for things to do, go ahead. Maybe I need to come up with some things that can entertain you more while you’re watching me.” He winked and took another bite of his sandwich.

The boy threw another one at him, giggling.

Dean grabbed the grape as it flew towards him and threw it right back at his son. At this point, the grape was rather mushy. It stuck on Ben’s forehead. Dean started laughing. Lisa and Bobby, both knowing Dean, grabbed their food and got off the blanket.

Sarah saw them moving and did the same to protect her pad as Sam got involved in the food fight too. She watched as all three of them began pelting each other with grapes.

Dean grabbed an entire bunch and jumped his brother. Sitting on Sam’s chest while his brother tried to buck him off, the hunter began to rub grapes, a few at a time, into the taller man’s face. Dean’s laughter was contagious.

Ben decided to help, smushing grapes into Dean's face as well.

Dean faked a growl and grabbed for his son, giving Sam the leverage to toss him. He landed flat on his back, eyes wide as Sam stood above him.

"Got ya," he grinned, then started the food fight in earnest. Well..more of a grape fight.

When Dean realized he’d been reprieved, he reached for any grapes he could find, splatting Sam and Ben wherever he could hit them.

The others shook their heads at the mess that was being made. At least it was grapes but the three were going to be SO sticky when it was done.

Soon the grapes were pulverized. Dean was sitting in the sand, looking at the mess. He had the silliest grin on his face. He took a couple of deep breaths. “”You guys figure they’ll let us into the lobby at the Holiday Inn?” He was laughing as he said it.

Sam was struggling to breathe. "I doubt it. I think there's a couple of jugs of water in the back of Bobby's pickup, we can do a sponge bath and change clothes."

“You know it’s kind of cold out, Sam. Why don’t we rent a room for an hour. You know. One of those red light specials. We can shower and change.”

"You really want Ben near one of those?"

“Hell, no. They might think. Shit.”

Bobby snickered. "You boys are idjits. There's a truck stop down the road, they have showers."

Dean sighed in relief. “Thanks, Bobby. Well, let’s load this thing up, shall we?”

"Yeah..just damn, boys," he snickered. "The three of you are nice and purple."

Hazel eyes widened in a panic. “God, Bobby, tell me I’m not purple. Grape juice dies the skin. It has to wear off!”

"Nah, just all sticky. Was teasing you, oompaloompa," he said, packing away the left overs.

“Bobby, I will get you. There has to be a way.” Dean grabbed the ice chest and headed towards Bobby’s truck.

The girls were laughing, knowing he'd gotten them good.

Dean’s mind was working as he put things away. Sam, remembering the water balloons over the beds, was worried.

Lisa came up behind him, poking him before grinning. "Nice job on relaxing."

“Wish I could get into the Holiday Inn like this. I’d hug you big time, and you’d have to shower with me to make sure all the grapes are off. As it is, I’m in truck stop.” Dean grinned, “Don’t think it lets you off the hook for later tonight.”

"Behave," she said with a giggle. "Grapes aren't best for that anyway."

“I heard that peaches were but they aren’t in season. There are bananas and they give me all kinds of ideas.”

That made her giggle again. "Let's get to this place and get you both cleaned up."

“You coming in to bathe Ben and me?”

"We'd get thrown out," she bantered back. "I might could be convinced for a bath later."

“Are you talking tub bath or a hot, steamy shower?”

"Either or," Lisa sing-songed back.

“You know, Lis,” Dean’s tongue licked his bottom lip and he chewed on it as he thought. “I can have a pretty dirty mind. It might need both to get me clean.”

"That'll take a lot of time, love, and you do have a son you'll have to bribe to get him to give us that time."

“Damn, bribery? At his age?” Dean thought back to being nine. “Yeah, but I bet I was better at it.”

"Probably, love, but since it's time he could be spending with you, you'll have to make it up to him," she smiled.

“I have something big planned for Ben and me, Lis. It means a major trip somewhere. Not sure where yet. There’s a few reasons for this gift. One is Near, but the other is us. One big one is I want some time alone with my son.”

Lisa gave him a big grin. "I'm glad. You two deserve it. Now, let's get to that station and get you cleaned up."

Dean made a face. “It draws my skin funny when it dries.. Can you imagine what it’s gonna be like when I try to get it out of my hair. My hair’s a lot longer than it use to be. Damn. Sam?”

"Yeah, Dean?" He and Ben were sitting in the back of Bobby's truck.

“I guess I ought to climb back here too. It turns hard like concrete, man. Hair? We may need something industrial strength.”

Sam grinned. "Probably so but it was fun," he said with a laugh. "Completely worth it."

Dean stopped pulling at his hair and made direct eye contact with his brother trying to read him. Suddenly Sam saw a brilliant smile cross his brother’s face reaching the hazel eyes. Dean was grinning. “Yeah, I think you’re right, Sam. Hell, it was worth every minute of it.”

Climbing into the back of Bobby’s truck with his brother and son, Dean leaned his back agains the cab, a small smile on his face. He pulled his son up against him, making room for Sam. They grabbed the two Army blankets Bobby had given them and huddled together to keep warm.

It was a short drive and filled with laughter as the three of them plotted pranks to get the others messy later when the group wouldn't suspect it. Ben had started it by telling them that they needed to get the others involved in fun activities like that again.

“Sounds good to me. There’s two rules.”

"What's that?"

“You don’t get us kicked out of the hotel. AND...no ganging up on me with water guns and water balloons in the dead of winter.”

Ben gave him a sweet look. "You're going to help though, Daddy."

Dean looked at Sam, both of them remembering a night when an injured Dean was barricaded behind his bedroom door, while Sam and the others tried to break in using a drill to remove hinges. Sam remembered the ice water filled balloons popping all over his bed and, unfortunately, each of them and Matt’s electronics. He remembered Dean sliding all over a soaked floor when they had caught him and supersoaked him. Both turned to Ben, and spoke at the same time. Dean smiled softly , and said “Sure, son.” Sam was quickly saying, “On our side, Dean. Remember that.”

Ben clapped, grinning widely. "Yay!"

“Got to be something good, Sam.”

"Agreed," he said, thinking on what they could do. His nephew was obviously excited about the idea of pranking the others.

Dean grinned, “I think I’ve got Bobby covered. Gotta think about the girls.”

The boy looked at his dad. "What will you do to Grampa Bobby?"

Dean looked at his son and turned red. “Well, this is one prank you can’t be involved in, Ben. I promise you , I will have you right in the middle of pranking Aunt Sarah and Mom. That okay with you? I think I know what to do. Gotta find a grocery store, Sam, after we go take care of my chore today.”

He chuckled at the crestfallen look on the boy's face. "No problem, Dean."

“Come to think of it, we will probably need several stores. How strong are you, Ben? I need someone real strong...lots of arm and back power.”

"I'm pretty strong. I help carry stuff when we shop or the garage gets supplies," he told him. He was a helpful boy most of the time.

“We’re going to make a whole lot of pudding, guys....instant pudding. You gotta stir it. We’re gonna fill two bathtubs with it. We toss them.”

Sam and Ben started laughing. "I love it," the younger brother replied as the boy cheered.

“Since Bobby is getting to be with Ben tomorrow night, I thought you and I could take him out for some beers somewhere tonight, after Ben’s asleep. I don’t imagine the girls are gonna feel like going with us.” Dean winked at his brother.

"Probably not," he said with a laugh.

"You don't need to worry, Sam. I'm not planning on drinking."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 55

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.

Pranks

"You know, we could start training them to be ready to back you up."

Dean's interest was caught by his brother's suggestion. “I like that idea a lot. You'll have to do a lot of the physical stuff, Sam. They all know some form of martial art. Still, they need to know what will work and what won't with demons.”

Sam blinked at that. "Wait...all of them? "Even slouchy L and Near, who didn't seem to move much?'

Dean gazed at his brother and asked, “All of them what? Taking martial arts? Training all of them?”

"Martial arts. I mean..L doesn't exactly inspire much with his posture and Near rarely moves."

“I wouldn't want to mess with them. I would try if I had to, but I'd get my ass kicked more then likely.”

"Damn.;"

“They can also shoot. What they don't know is how to kill, stop, or trap demons, much less any other supernatural creature.”

He grinned. "I think it's time for class to start then."

Dean's brows went up and down as he smiled, “Demon 101?”

"Yup, we should talk to L about it and see who is going where."

“Yeah, last time, L and Mello came with me, and Near and Matt monitored us.”

He nodded. "Makes sense. Let's go find him."

Dean grinned, “Watch out for water. No idea if Watari has got the upstairs, elevator and the hallway outside dried up. Back to where we were.”

Sam snickered. "That was hilarious."

“That's one way to cool ardor, as if I had any in that.”

He chuckled. "You realize, I think you met your match in that one. He's just as stubborn as you are," he teased.

“Was I that hard ass when I was a young teen, Sam? I seem to remember trying to hide how I felt about things. Damn, I hope I wasn't that bad.”

"You two are remarkably similar...not in a bad way though."

“Looking at it now, at my age, that's terrifying.”

"Well, he's got a few to keep him in check. It's just funny watching the two of you together."

“He's a cocky little bastard.”

"Yup, that he is."

“You aren't saying, I am too?”

Sam grinned. "You already know you can be," he teased, then ducked.

“You'd better be grateful I can't kick your ass right now.”

He started laughing, eyes gleaming.

“Okay, big boy, what's so funny? You think cause I have to look at up that I can't take you?”

The laughter kept coming. "Sorry...just...so damned funny."

Dean stood there in pajama bottoms, slippers, and a bathrobe, hair going every which way, and his arm in the sling. He stared up at his brother.“What is so damned funny, Sammy?”

"If you could see yourself," he laughed. "Sorry..just so cute and funny."

“Cute? Damn it, Sammy, that's the same thing you and Bobby said after I got ghost fever.”

He snickered, grabbing his cell and snapping a picture of Dean.

Dean tried to grab the cell from him, jumping up in the air one arm raised. That picture was not going out to known friends.

“Give it to me, Sam.”

"Oh no!!! I'm keeping it," he cackled.

Dean went down and ran into his brother, headbutting him n the diaphragm, trying to take him down. Sam reached out to stop him and they both went down, Dean being careful to land on his left side on top of him.

"You OK?" He was laughing and kept the phone out of his brother's reach.

The hunter was slowly working his way across the top of his brother aiming for the phone, slightly winded by the fall and no means to stop himself. Determination showed on his face.

“Oh yeah. I'm fine.”

Sam scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room. "Not getting it!"

Dean was thrown off his brother when he scrambled. He did a slight roll and managed to prevent going all the way to his right side. He struggled to get to his feet, muttering under his breath as he did, “Like hell you will. I'm still the big brother here....even if you are a sasquatch.”

Mello was outside the door, snickering. "Sasquatch?"

“Exactly. Which way did he go?” Dean heard the elevator. “Where's the stairs?”

"That way," he grinned, pointing down the hall.

Dean ran and looked at the elevator. “Damn it, Sam! Up? That's four flights.” He ran towards the stairs, opened the door, and up he went.

The blond giggled after heading towards another room, using the cell given to him to email the picture to Matt. Sam had passed it to him and used himself as a distraction.

With all of the health issues, he had been dealing with, Dean found out that four flights of stairs weren't as easy to climb as they normally were. He finally reached the 7th floor and entered the main room. He was red faced, and very winded. His chest was wheezing a little. He could not get enough air to talk. He looked for his brother.

Watari handed him a bottle of water. "Are you all right?"

Dean nodded and took a long drink of water. “A little bit, but he's not.”

Matt looked up with a grin. "Why?"

Hazel eyes took in the teen's smirk. He looked up at his brother. “You didn't have time.”

Sam looked innocent. "Have time for what?"

“Where's your phone, Sammy?”

"What phone?"

“Your cell phone, Sam”

Sam shrugged. "Not sure."

Dean was looking everywhere for the phone, knowing Sam well enough to know that if he wasn't sure, then he didn't have it. “Whadja do with it, Sammy?” Suddenly the hunter froze.

The blond teen came in, nibbling on chocolate. "Hey guys."

“Son of a...” Dean turned towards Mello. “Where's the camera?”

"Hmm? What camera?"

That question was all the young man needed to know the truth.

Watari cleared his throat, pointing at a screen behind Dean. Matt had taken the email and projected the picture up for all to see.

Dean had a look of apprehension, shock, and downright frustration. “Aw, man!” He ran his left hand through the mussed up hair, knowing it was not going to go down unless he did something with it. He looked at Sam, Mello, and Matt. “I'll get even.” He headed to his room.

Bobby was the first one to break out laughing. “He's so cute in that picture. I want a large copy, bigger then an 8x10. Gonna frame it and put it on one of my walls.”

Matt grinned. "Will do!" Sam was laughing, getting his phone back.

No one saw the hunter for hours. He was not in his room, and he'd missed supper. How he'd managed to evade the cameras no one was sure of.

Finally, Watari murmured, “There he is,” as Dean entered his room, crossed over to the bed in the dark and did his jump to lie down on it. He had not asked for anything to eat, and it was hard to tell how he was with no light on.

Watari came to the door, bearing a plate of food.

“Come in,” a soft voice replied. Dean was lying on his bed, left arm behind his head.

"You skipped dinner," he chided softly.

Dean rose and jumped down off the bed, walking towards the table. “I'm sorry, Watari. I had some things to do. What do you have that I'm gonna learn to like tonight?” The hunter smiled up at the older man, but saw no returned smile. His smile turned to apprehension. “Did I do something wrong?”

"I was worried about you. You weren't found on cameras and not answering the door."

“I'm sorry, Watari. I needed to not be seen today. You know as well as I do that L could've found me if he'd wanted to. He couldn't possibly have had all his cameras on. I didn't mean to worry you. Really.” Dean looked concerned, then a look of consternation crossed his face. “I can lock that door and have it where the lock can't be picked, can't I”

"We could take the hinges down if need be."

“Hinges are used to open and shut it. The door will just fall in. Can we put a key in the lock on the inside and turn it so it can't be forced out?”

"Why would you want it?"

“So Sammy, Mello, and Matt can't get in here tonight. Oh! Any noises, screams, and strange sounds you hear tonight. It's okay, just ignore them. Better yet, can you make sure the cameras are on in their rooms tonight? I want pictures. What's for supper?”

"Spaghetti and salad. Dean, what are you planning?"

Dean grinned as he lifted the lid and sniffed deeply of the spicy spaghetti. He looked up at Watari. “What was it Khan said to Kirk? Oh, yeah. Revenge is a dish best served cold.” Dean took a bite of the spaghetti and smiled. “This is good.”

"I'll inform L that a prank is in the works but as far as changing the locks, I'm not sure what can be done at this short a time."

“I'll move furniture against the door. Three of them trying to break in at one time, may be more then I can handle in my situation.” Dean's grin was almost evil. He winked at Watari. “Can you pick the tray up in the morning? I really need to barricade. Oh, you do have a good clean up crew, don't you? Few wet vacs and stuff?”

Oh no..not another one of those kinds of pranks. He rubbed his face. "I am not cleaning up after this one."

Dean grinned again as he chewed some salad. “It's possible they are not going to want the world to know that they've been had. They'll more then likely clean it up themselves. I would.”

"I think tonight is a good night for a cup of tea and a book," he muttered.

“You will have the cameras on?” Dean pleaded with the older man.

"If I really have to, then yes."

“Thank you, Watari. This will be a night to remember, and one to go down in Winchester prank history. I do want to see it.”

Watari shook his head. "As you wish."

Dean finished his meal, and started moving chairs and the recliners towards the door. He was getting tired.

Watari spoke privately to L. It took a LOT of convincing as the man was unhappy with the request. It was a waste of time and the man didn't appreciate it.

Dean was getting exhausted and his shoulder hurt, but the furniture was almost in place.

Matt and Mello were working on projects, snacking occasionally and bantering a bit back and forth between each other.

Dean finished arranging the furniture, turned off the light and went to bed, exhausted, but lighthearted.

Sam curled up, reading in the library. It was nice to have access to so many books.

Dean was in a deep sleep, when everyone decided to turn in.

L grumbled slightly, nibbling on his cake as screams of rage filled the building.

Dean sat up at the screams. He blinked sleep out of his eyes, and knew the war had begun. They'd declared with their prank, and he had to win this one. No holding anything or sitting on anything without checking first. L's money could buy a lot of Superglue. He lay back down to sleep, wondering how soon the three of them would be coming after him.

It didn't take long before all three were at the door, pounding on it.

Dean yawned, “Go away. I'm trying to sleep.”

"Oh no..no sleep..you're a dead man," Mello roared.

“Murder's frowned upon in this country, Mello. Don't you have a room to clean?”

"No, you're cleaning it," Matt snarled. "You doused my IPOD, player, and laptop!"

“I covered all of your electronics, Matt. You couldn't have noticed with the lights not working. Only thing doused was the bedclothes and you.”

"I went to bed with them," came another snarl. Moments later, there was the sound of a drill.

“Who the hell sleeps with electronics in their bed?” Dean sat up when he heard the drill. He got out of the bed and went to see what was going on. “Sammy? What the hell are you guys doing?”

"Taking the door down, Dean, because you have three rooms to clean..or we're bunking with you."

“No, I'm not cleaning it. I've cleaned up after your jokes. You've cleaned after mind. That's the rules of the game. That gag took a hell of a lot of work and I'm hurting. No, Sam. The beds are fine. I lined them really well. There's clean blankets, sheets, and pillows on a recliner in each of your rooms. There weren't that many balloons in any of the nets. Just enough to turn your balls blue.”

The red head glared at the door. "Payback is a bitch, remember that." He stalked off, obviously upset.

L watched this and shook his head.

Dean sat there, upset. He'd had no idea that Matt slept with his electronics. It was meant to be a joke. He'd never wanted to hurt him. He turned on a lamp and reached for his cell phone, calling Bobby.

"Hello Dean," came the rough voice.

Dean softly said, “Bobby, I screwed up. I need help. What town are we in? Do you know anyone who can repair that equipment? If not, someone I can work a deal with for new stuff? I hope Matt will accept that. It was a joke. I had no idea he took that stuff to bed with him. I need to get it done tonight, morning at the latest.”

"I'll ask L. You didn't know. I'll get Mello and Sam out of the hallway. You need to go talk to Matt and apologize. I think that'll do a lot there."

“Tell L, I'll work to pay for it, if I don't have enough. It's got to come from me.”

"I'll talk to him. You go make it right, OK? Dean, it was a hell of a prank. I'm proud of that one. Swear you're a Singer," he teased.

Dean didn't sound proud of it any more. “Let me know when they're gone, will ya? I got a lot of furniture to move, I wasn't expecting to touch til morning.”

"They're out. Sam and Mello are working on Mello's room first."

“There's not that much to clean, Bobby. I arranged it so the blankets and stuff soaked up most of the ice water. There'll be pieces of balloon. Everything's ready for a quick clean up. I wasn't being mean. Just joking.Thanks. I'll get up to Matt's room as soon as I can. Gotta move a bunch of furniture to get out the door. Night, Bobby.”

"Sleep well, Dean. I'll go talk to L now."

Dean thought that sleeping well would depend on the three who were out to kill him tonight. All Matt had to do was let the others know he was out, and all hell would break loose. He felt like he was entering the lion's den clad only in his boxers. It took about 30 minutes to put all the furniture back. He unlocked the door and headed to the elevator.

Matt was in his room, trying to dry out the electronics. The prank was a good one..just for people who didn't have his sleeping habits.

There was a sudden knock on his door. “Matt?”

"Come in."

The door slowly opened, and Dean Winchester entered the room and shut the door, a brave thing to do, considering.

Goggled eyes looked up for a moment before going back to work on his equipment.

“I came to apologize. I didn't know you slept with your stuff. I'm going to work out a deal to get it all taken care of so it'll be good as new. I'm sorry. I'm turning myself over. You said payback's a bitch. Yeah, it is. If you want, you can call Sam and Mello. I'm here.”

"I shot off when I shouldn't have. One thing that's odd about the kids who grew up in Whammy's House, each of us have odd night time rituals. L doesn't sleep but maybe once in a blue moon. Near goes until he falls over and sleeps where he was working. I tend to play and listen to music until I fall asleep

“Yeah, I can go for days if I have to, but it kills me. I can lay down on a bed and I'm gone. Have to do that. Sleep when I can get it."

He nodded, not looking up from his work. "Yeah..it's just an affect of the stress and stuff. Some can sleep normally..others are just insomniacs."

“Damn it, Matt. I'm so sorry.” Matt could hear tears in Dean's voice.

Matt looked up. "I'm not pissed. I was but it's OK. You didn't know. Seriously, it was a damned good prank."

“I hurt you. Never intended that.”Dean had his cell in his hand and dialed Sam's. When his brother picked up, he said four words, “I'm in Matt's room.”

"Are you always so willing to beat yourself up over a mistake?"

“When I deserve it, yeah. I do deserve it.”

He set his tools down. "First, you apologized. Second, I accepted. End of story..water under the bridge and shit like that. Seriously, it's OK. I have everything backed up. Have to with Mello around. Do you know how many keyboards we go through around here between him and L?"

Dean shook his head, hearing the elevator stop. He winced and waited. “Well, I am fixing to face the terrible twosome. Thanks, Matt. Sometimes you have to pay...you know?”

Dean turned and walked into the hallway, waiting for his brother and Mello.

Both emerged from the elevator, turning supersoakers on him.

Dean turned to run and his feet went out from under him and he fell flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him, He ripped the robe open pulling the best he could to cover the bandage, rolling and struggling on the slick tile and floundering like a beached whale. Sam and Mello could hear cursing coming up from the floor.

Near came out of his room, rubbing his eyes and quickly went to help Dean to his feet.

“Stay away, Near! If you fell helping me, you could hurt your wounds. They'll stop in a minute.”

Matt had come out too, helping him as well. "Damn it, guys..stop spraying and get over here!"

“Matt, you and Near will both end up down here with me. Stay away til their done. They have the right.”

"No they damn well don't. If you don't stop, Mello, I'll kick your damned ass!"

“I did the same thing to them I did to you, Matt.”

Sam had put his soaker down, coming to help his brother. "Sorry, Dean, I didn't mean to get you on the floor."

“It's all right, Sam. I had it coming.”

A stern voice broke in. "Water guns away. You two will clean up the mess in this hallway.” L moved in, helping Dean to his feet. "Watari is waiting with towels in your room to help you dry and redress."

“I'm sorry, L. It was just supposed to be a prank. I had that coming.” Dean slowly headed to the elevator, pride keeping him from showing his exhaustion. The prank had been hard to set up, then moving the furniture, recliners and all, twice. He knew he'd be bruised by morning. He hurt from the fall and all the crazy things he'd done that day. For some reason he was shivering. He smiled at everyone as he headed around the corner to the elevator, determined that he'd be fine in the morning, even if he wasn't. It was what Bobby called the Winchester stubbornness. He smiled once, though. It had been a damn good prank.

"It was a good prank. Mello needs to learn to restrain his temper, and he will be given a lesson tomorrow to enforce it." Said blond winced. "Now, I want this hallway cleaned up," he looked at Sam and Mello, who both nodded.

Dean stood outside his door, breathing hard, and striving to calm it before he entered. It was so aggravating. He wanted to be well. He was tired of hurting and being tired and weak whenever he did something.

Watari met him, helping him inside and to dry off.

Dean was shivering, his teeth chattering. “Damn! I'm sorry about the robe, Watari. I was trying hard to protect the bandages. Not sure how badly they got it.” He let the older man help him dry off and change. He sat down on the bed but could barely make the leap.

"It isn't a problem, Dean."

“Damn it! I'm freezing. I'm so tired. That's it. I'm done with pranks.” The hunter grew quiet for a minute. He looked up at the older man.

“Have I lost Mello?”

"I don't think so but I would watch my back for a few days until he retaliates. You've started a prank war," he answered, tucking a heating pad in with Dean.

“Shit. That means if I don't retaliate back, he's going to lose respect for me.” Dean sighed. “Too tired to think about it right now.”

Dean was gone by the time he murmured the last words.

Watari left the room, allowing Dean to get the rest he needed.