Supernatural Death Note Chapter 20

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

The Rescue

A soft sound came from Mello. "There's your friend."

Dean watched Bobby sneak into the camp, like it wasn't planned that he was going to be seen. Dean was tense, waiting. Someone yelled, and Bobby ran for all he was worth. Most of the demons in the camp ran after him. Ruby started screaming at the stragglers to remain behind. Dean did a fast count, not knowing if others were beyond the large rock Ruby had come from behind. His count showed 15 besides Sam's demon.

He slid on is belly, pulling the duffel with him. He got to the end of the boulder they were on, and picking up the duffel, he skid down feet first on his backside. He hit the ground with a roll and moved out of the way and waited for Mello.

Mello was right at his side, moving without a sound. His eyes were constantly moving, tracking the enemies.

Mello noticed a wicked looking knife in Dean's hand. He crouched low to the ground carrying the duffel and the knife. A demon was heard at the back of the rock. Dean dropped the duffel, and pulled Mello beside him, backs to the rock. Dean held his breath, listening. A male demon walked past the rock and the two of them, Dean leaped, an arm went around the throat, cutting off air and sound, and the knife came around and went into the chest.. The demon never made a sound as it died. The hunter pulled the body back into the brush further down from the two of them. He looked at the blood on the knife, mesmerized for a mere second, wiped it off on the demon's clothes and was back beside Mello.

The blond sighed. He'd have been better off with a supersoaker full of holy water for all that he was packing right now. He tapped Dean's arm, pointing out where the bitch was talking to a couple of other demons.

Dean looked at Mello and the gun he carried. Dean's objective was to remove as many quietly as he could. He hoped to get the boys out without Ruby knowing. He opened the duffel, gave Mello a large bag of syringes and a dart gun. He showed the boy how to load it and fire. “It's holy water. Might not kill them, but it will bring them down bad enough where you can kill them. The pain will be so bad they won't be able to scream. Aim for the mid to lower back. It's like knifing them in the kidney. “

He efficiently locked and loaded, tying the bag of spare syringes at his belt.

Dean watched the handling of the dart gun, nodded gently to himself. The boy would do. He left the duffel in the shrubbery and inched around seeing an opening in the rock. He slowly moved, watching everywhere for any sign of life. Ruby and the others had disappeared. He got to the opening and heard nothing. He went inside and stood still against a wall until his eyes adjusted. He took out a flashlight and looked around. It was a large chamber, He saw a large mound by some stone benches on the opposite wall. He knew Mello was still at the corner with the duffel, keeping watch. He quickly went across the chamber and moved one bundle, and untied it. Matt, unconscious He removed the cloth bundle and stretched the teen out. He hurried to the other one, and pulled it off Near. He held the unconscious youth to his chest and sobbed lightly. He stretched him out also, than flashed the light over them. They didn't look injured.

Dean did not realize he had company until the light from the small entrance was blocked. He looked up and saw the someone in the entrance. This was sudden which meant Mello either didn't have time to warn him, or they had the boy.

Mello was actually fighting, driving his elbow into the midsection of the one who had tried to sneak up on him. He could feel something break when the second strike he gave hit the ribcage. Spinning, he fell into a fighting stance and snarled, eyes blazing.

“Hello, Dean. Do you ever get the feeling of deja vu?”

The hunter stood up and moved away from the teens. Ruby watched his every step. “Are you trying to protect them by moving away and taking my mind off them? You had quite a reaction to the white one, didn't you? I never picked you for that type, but everything is possible, I guess. How badly do you want him to live, Dean?”

The blond downed several, using syringes as knives. He was slowly working his way to Dean.

“What do you want from me, Ruby? I'm not Sam. I'm not giving you Sam. He's my brother, but I won't let you have the boys either. So what do you hope to gain from this?”

You said boys, but it's the white one that brought emotion out of you. I was watching. He means something to you, Dean. How badly, Dean?”

Dean closed his eyes, lowered his head. He relaxed and looked at the demoness, a sad smile on his face.

“Sam is not mine to give, Ruby. Near is not mine to give either. I only have me.”

Ruby's eyes glowed in the dark chamber. “Are you offering yourself to me, Dean Winchester? To be my toy, my pet...whatever I want from you with no drugs?”

Dean looked back at Near. “Yes.”

"Absolutely not," came a strong voice. L had helped to disarm and knock out the other demons and both detective and heir stood side by side.

Ruby turned and saw the other two at the entrance. She turned to Dean, “You trapped me?”

“Actually, Ruby, you had me trapped, but I didn't come alone.”

The demoness drew a gun and aimed at Near. Dean stiffened, “Leave him out of this, Ruby. He's just a kid. The demoness laughed and pulled the trigger as L grabbed for her. Dean threw himself on top of Near and felt the bullet enter his shoulder, breaking the shoulder blade and collarbone. The bullet ricocheted and left his body, entering Near's shoulder going through the bone, breaking two ribs, and ricocheting out his side. Dean struggled to get up and the pain in his right shoulder, chest, and arm making it difficult to use them. He saw the two bullet holes in Near and screamed in agony at the top of his lungs, “No! Near!” He leaned over the boy continuing to cover him with his body, hearing Ruby's laughter in the background.

There was a roar from Mello and less than a second later, working in perfect tandem, L and the blond had the demon on the ground. Her mouth was tied shut so she couldn't vacate the body.

Dean knew the bullet was gone, but he had no idea how badly the boy was injured. He carefully lifted Near into his arms, struggling to use the damaged one, and took him outside of the chamber to a spot in the trees, where he could check him, no longer noticing the blood pouring from the two holes he had in his shoulder. He took off his jacket and used it for a pillow for Near. He removed his t-shirt, and ripped it with the knife and bound the shoulder and side, applying pressure till he got the bleeding to stop. He tied the pieces of shirt and made bandages for the boy. He felt dizzy and laid down beside him and held him, tears falling, and sobs wrenching him.

L let Mello drag Ruby out while he went to check on Matt, carrying the unconscious youth out to where Dean was. Bobby should be here. Reacting as best as he could, L started first aid on Dean.

Dean fought him. “No! Take care of Near. I don't know if I did a good enough job. Take care of him, L. He's first, damn it. It's Near, okay.?”

L felt a pair of hands come in beside his. A gruff voice said, “I've got him.” and Bobby took Dean in hand. He'd found Dean's duffel and dragged it to the trees, opened it, and got the first aid kit.

The detective began working on Near. He spotted the entry and exit wound and swore under his breath. Possible internal damage, which meant they needed to get both to a doctor as soon as possible. Who knew what had been torn in there. There was no way to get both of them down the trail to the vehicles. With bloody hands, he pulled his phone out and placed a call.

Bobby came up to L and waited til he was off the cell. “That was a big entry hole, L. How big a gun did she have? I think it's shattered most of his shoulder and clavicle. It moved around. I thought those kind of bullets were outlawed and couldn't be bought. His arm is going to be out of commission for a long time. He lost a lot of blood. He won't calm down. How is the boy.? He's worried sick about him.”

"Near's losing blood despite the tourniquet. Weapon was discharged at near point blank range. I have a helicopter inbound; ETA is in five minutes. Follow my lead on this." Watari was already on the move. "Do whatever you have to do to the demon to make sure she's unable to switch bodies."

“I will follow your lead. You seem to know how handle this. If you will leave Mello with me, We will handle Ruby and Matt. I think they used ether. Smells like it.”

Bobby went back to let Dean know that a chopper was on the way. Bobby was honest about the bullet, the weapon, and Near. Dean huddled into a ball, shaking his head.

“I caused his getting hurt, Bobby. Lisa was right. I can't have any kind of a relationship. Cassie said she didn't want to die. If Near dies, it's because Ruby wanted to hurt me, and used him. L will hate my guts over this. I don't even want to look in Watari's face. I hurt him, Bobby.”

“Dean, if you had not taken the brunt of the spinning bullet and let it chew up your shoulder, he'd be dead.”

Mello heard him and did what was natural to Mello. He smacked the other across the back of his head. "He isn't going to die, idiot. You saved him. Now stop with the fucking pity party and give me the info I need to make sure she won't go anywhere. I have a feeling L is gonna want to play with her."

Dean looked at Mello. “There's a large brown bottle in the med kit. Take a syringe, and give her one mm of it every 8 hours. She can't leave the body, or do anything. There are cuffs in the trunk of the Impala. Cuff her to something. Ask Bobby about a safe room for her.”

Dean tried to stand up and walk over and check on Near. Bobby was talking to Mello, when Dean tried to take off across the little clearing under the trees. He got about three feet and the world started spinning. Bobby looked up.

“Shit!” He started running, with Mello right behind him.

They caught him before he fell, laying him down."Damn, you are an idiot, aren't you?" It was spoken teasingly by the blond, who disappeared to get the bottle that Dean had spoken of.

Bobby leaned over the younger hunter. “He's right, idjit. That was a damn stupid thing to do, boy.”

“I don't know which one of you I should be talking to, Bobby. The world needs to slow down and let me get off, cause I'm getting dizzy.”

Two helicopters arrived at the same time. A man from each approached, taking keys and telling the owners the vehicles would be at the newest base in pristine condition. The wounded were placed in one while the others were hurried into the other.

Dean heard the men mention a base. Government choppers? Where was he being taken? He thought of the long record in the zip file, and the possibility of murder charges, and so many other things. He blacked out on those thoughts.

L had them taken to a private building he owned in the U.S. and had put his heir and Dean into a very private hospital under assumed names. Bobby was allowed to remain as he was watching over his son or so the staff had been told. The detective had moved quickly and with great care to ensure no one had any idea who the group was.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 19

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.

Tracking

"I do..." The cell rang at the same time and L picked it up. As he listened, his eyes grew wider, then angry. He dropped the lollipop into his teacup and strode to the door, opening it and giving a few words to Mello. The blond exited, obviously on alert. The detective turned to Bobby. "We go, now. Mello will stay for protection with Watari. The cabin was prepared for that."

Bobby grabbed the two shotguns, walked to his truck, picked up two more handguns. He looked at L who had walked outside. “Demons?”

"Yes," was the short answer. It was obvious the slender male was angry.

Bobby pulled out a backpack and filled it with rock salt cartridges and bullets. “What are you carrying? If I don't have the ammo, Dean will.”

"The cartridges Dean gave me."

“Okay. Try to wake up Castiel and see if he has enough mojo to do one whammy and heal Dean. We need the boy.”

"We can handle this. Dean has had enough. He is not ready to face her yet. The voice was flat. "We are wasting time."

“We going around back up that mountain?”

L gave him the directions, climbing into the vehicle.

Bobby blew his horn for the blond teen, who came running out front. He leaned out the window.

“You wake that damn angel up and tell him to conjure up enough mojo to heal Dean. Tell the boy demons got the other two and this is where we're going. Don't even think about it, L.” Bobby put the truck in reverse and pulled out.

Mello frowned, heading back inside. L gave a low stare to Bobby. "We are wasting time. Now go."

“I'm doing 80 on winding gravel roads. When I find paved roads, I'll go over a 100.”

When Mello entered the cabin, Dean was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding a blanket around him. “What was that?”

"Bobby and L." He went to the angel, poking him hard."Wake up you! Wake up or I'll roast you and fry your wings."

“Bobby's here? Where'd they go?” He watched Mello poking Castiel. The angel groaned but sat up, his eyes glazed a little, but finally focused on Mello and Dean in the background. He could see all the bandages on the hunter and his eyes widened.

"Wake up damn it!" Mello was getting pissed.

The monotone voice spoke, “I am up. Dean are you all right?”

The hunter looked at the angel and then down at himself, the pain almost excruciating, tearing him apart as he tried to control what he felt. “Oh yeah, Cas...everything is just fantastic!”, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

The blond glared at him. "He looks like a mummy, barely moving, and you ask an idiotic question like that?"

L was tapping his fingers against his knees, mentally willing them to get there sooner.

Bobby finally pulled onto a two lane black top and his foot floored the gas pedal. L grabbed hold of the dash board and then the momentum pushed him back against the seat. He was almost scared to ask what the older hunter had under the hood.

Dean looked at the Mello's face. “What's happened?”

"They got Near and Matt...Matt managed to sneak a call out. Bobby wants you healed and us following." It was obvious Mello had no patience right now and was trying to keep calm enough to answer Dean

Dean stared for a second, thoughts whirling in his pain wracked mind. Matt could handle himself, but Near. Near who was afraid of being in situations where he was touched, stared at, or made fun of. Dean panicked for him, and moved fast for someone in his shape. He reached down and dragged the angel up, a groan of agony coming from him.

“Cas, I know you are not up to snuff, but damn it, I need what ever mojo you got right now. You can always work on more, but I got to be healed right now. I need everything man. Those are my kids out there. Mello, get me clothes. My boots are gone, but I got tennis shoes. It's in my duffel. They got my guns? Then I'll need to raid the Impala. Cas, now!”

"L took what you gave him." The blond went scurrying, popping his head into the room to talk to Watari before going to get what Dean had requested. The elderly gentleman looked angry as he came back. "I have some firearms that you can modify, Dean. Get our boys back."

“I got plenty in the Impala, Watari. They're my kids too. Dean was angry and tears were going down his face. He turned the angel. “Two minutes ago is too long, Cas. Now!”

The angel looked into the face of the hunter, placed a finger on his forehead, and closed his eyes. Dean hit the floor, but rolled over and stood up. Cas had collapsed.

“I'm sorry, Cas, but the boys.” Cas looked up...”Bring them back, Dean. Get the demon bitch.”

Dean did not wait on the clothes. He ran outside with no shoes or clothes and began taking things out of the trunk and filling an extra duffel with them. He loaded the rest of the duffel with salt and holy water, swearing under his breath when he stubbed a toe.

Mello joined him outside, throwing the clothes and shoes at him. "Dress, I'll check the weapons. We don't have time to stop."

Dean started pulling on clothes and telling Mello that the weapons didn't need checking...he went over them once a week, cleaning and making the sure the ammo was fresh. Underwear and jeans on, he tossed the keys to Mello.

“Drive while I dress. When we get to the black top, we do a Chinese fire drill. I take it from there. Hell, you can drive?” Dean climbed into the passenger seat pulling on a t-shirt, then grabbing socks and the shoes, he leaned into the floorboard to take care of shodding his feet.

"I've known how to drive since I was eleven," came the answer. He jumped in, adjusted the mirrors slightly and revved the powerful engine before taking off like a bat out of hell. The teen obviously knew what he was doing, taking curves with speed but taking care not to fishtail the car.

Dean was slipping into his jacket and mentioned that the car was heavy and would fishtail and slide in loose gravel or mud. He slipped the amulet from his jacket pocket and put it over his neck. They soon hit the blacktop, “Okay put her in park, we change seats.” Dean opened the passenger door leaving it ajar and ran around the front for the driver's side, passing Mello on the way.

As the car doors slammed shut, the rear tires squealed as Dean floored it. “Tell me when to leave the road.”

Mello slid onto the bench seat, checking his gun before holstering it. "All right." Be okay, he thought to himself of the other two.

Dean kept seeing gray eyes and white hair, and with each thought, his grip on the steering wheel grew tighter until his hands were white. The trees and rocky points blurred by them. Mello looked at the speedometer. Dean was doing 120.

"Thirty seconds, turn left." He was watching the road and surroundings.

Dean's foot hit the break, and the car spun, doing a 180 on the highway, facing the opposite direction, he turned onto the dirt and gravel road, cursing no blacktop. He did about 50 which was best he could do on the turns. He finally saw Bobby's truck in the distance . Sighing, he pulled in next to the vehicle.

“How much time did they have ahead of us?” He reached into the back seat and pulled out his favorite gun. “Don't slam the doors. They don't know I'm healed.” Dean opened the back passenger door and pulled out the duffel.

“Which way?”

"North by north-east." L was using the tracking device he'd installed in each of his heir's cell phones and other things. Matt's goggles for one had a tracking device too. "As far as time, I'm not sure. Matt said they'd been able to get the burning done." He was mentally berating himself for this.

Bobby could see what L was doing. “Let's just get them back, L. We can discuss faults and things later. Dean is always taking the blame for something, but he puts it on the back burner til the job is done. We have to fight Winchester style right now.”

Dean began searching the ground looking for something from Bobby that should show where they left the grassy area into the wooded and rocky terrain. He finally spotted a broken branch pointing in a northeasterly direction. It was a new break and nothing else had been disturbed. “We go this way. Put your phone on silent mode. We don't need it going off,” Dean said as he did his.

"Already done," Mello and L responded at the same time, each to a different hunter.

Mello watched the hunter work, as Dean kept a fast pace, gun out, cocked and ready. Eyes searching for any sign of L and Bobby, or the boys and the demons. He slowed, set down the duffel, and looked at a rocky crag. There was a slight yellow on it. Dean wondered if Bobby had noticed, has he touched it with a finger and smelled it. Mello heard him murmur under his breath, “Sulfur.”

He squatted down and found the scraping in the grass to the right beside the crag. He moved around it, looking. Standing up. “I don't know if Bobby and L saw this, but they went this way.”.

"L probably has," Mello murmured. "He's more observant than he seems."

“Of course he is. He's a detective, Mello, and a damned good one, but his jungle is mostly in the city. This is mine, and he wouldn't have seen the scuffs in the grass and gravel trail on the other side of the crag unless he understood that yellow streak. Let's hope he did because if he missed this and he's tracking electronically, which I imagine he's doing, he's going to be coming around from another direction and we'll get there first.”

Blue green eyes caught sight of footprints. "They're tracking non-electronically. Take a look. Those are prints left by trainers."

“Thank God for that. If we'd gotten there first, it would have been all over for all of us. There's a trap set for L. Ruby still wants me ruined or dead, and Sam back. She does not know Bobby is with him but she will enjoy both of them. What she is not expecting is you and me. She knows what shape Cas is in. She thinks she knows my emotional and mental state right now. Maybe a little bit, but I have a job to do and neither Sam or Ruby seem to understand that. We got to be real quiet and find another way to where they are. We can't follow this trail any longer. They'll spot us. We're going up and over; catch them from above. By the way, that was damned good tracking, worthy of a hunter.”

A grim smile was given in exchange. "Thanks. They're going to bite off more than they can chew if they think they can corner L." It was obvious the boys adored their mentor, Mello especially. And the blond was right. Both the detective and senior hunter had paused, quietly discussing what needed to be done. L had realized that a trap was inevitable. The problem was tripping the trap without causing harm to Matt and Near.

Bobby looked at the trail. “You know an idjit would see this for what it is after awhile. They never counted on you being savvy or me being with you. Ruby is bright, L. If someone doesn't go down that trail, she's gonna figure there's a trap being set. Find another way, I'll take the trail and tell her I convinced you to stay and guard the boys. After all, I'm a hunter. “ The older man winked at the detective. “She thinks we're stupid or totally messed up. Well, in our business, that happens a lot, but we are still damned good at what we do.”

The hunter headed slowly down the trail, leaving the detective to find a way and set a trap.

The detective set to work. He'd looked over the journal that Matt was putting onto Sam's computer and thanks to his memory, was drawing seals on the stone with the marker he had in his pocket. He drew several of the devil's traps, covering them with leaves. This would have to work.

Mello nudged Dean as L's white shirt came into view.

“Well, isn't he all shiny in the morning sunlight. Can't tell what he's doing, but we need to find some way up there so we can go around. Wonder where Bobby is?”

"Let's find out." Mello spotted a small overgrown path that would take them to him.

“Go slow. They may have seen all those white clothes.”

They came up even with L, and Mello went out to talk to him, but Dean remained where he was, watching. He'd told the boy not to mention him in case L was being watched.

L's voice was low, giving Mello the information and the blond headed back.

Dean held a finger over his lips and motioned for Mello to follow him. They went back about ¼ mile and the hunter turned to the teen.

“Okay, what is going on and was he making devil's traps?”

"All four of us have almost photographic memories. And yes, he's making devil's traps. Bobby went around to try to draw their attention and lead them towards L."

“Let's get up that rock and head across. Not all of them are going to follow Bobby. Ruby won't. We are going take them from above.”

He nodded, following Dean. "Anything to thin their numbers out at this point is a good thing."

“Yeah, but it's a good thing we're here though. Someone to take the rest while they are trapping those who follow Bobby to L.”

Another nod. It was obvious Mello was all business. "L said they couldn't see Matt or Near though."

“Let's hope it's not a trick and she has them elsewhere. I'll find a way down and check it out to be sure.”

"L keeps tracking devices in several items we keep near us at all times. Cell phones for certain but other things as well. For Matt, it's his goggles and his game machine."

“I bet that puts a cramp in your style when you're trying to meet girls. Anyway, does he say they're there?”

"He said the objects were there. He hasn't spotted them though, so that doesn't ease his worry."

“I'm going down then.”

Mello grasped his wrist. "Wait for the signal. L's not finished yet."

“It's all right, Mello. I'm not stupid. I'm waiting for at least half the camp to follow Bobby, then I'm going to sneak in and find the boys. Okay?”

"I'll be with you. If both are hurt, you'll need the extra set of hands." He was watching the camp, waiting for the right time.

Dean smiled softly. The kid was good, he'd give him credit for that. L's team was exceptional. He watched the camp and saw Ruby come from around a large formation. He would head there when the time came.

"Chances are good she's got them under cover somewhere. Near's hair and outfit are easy to spot. Matt's hair as well, though it's a bit easier to hide."

“The odds are they're where she just came from. She's gonna taunt, poke fun, whatever she finds amusing. She's not as bad as Lilith but she's bad. She might try to play them, get them to think she's the good guy and I'm the evil one in this. It's been done before.”

He shook his head. "I'm worried about Near," he admitted. "Matt is pretty clever and can really twist things to make it seem like he's playing along. Near, though devious in his own right, just doesn't have the emotional aspect to do the same."

The strain in Dean's voice was noticeable as he answered, “I know. He's too innocent.”

"He can be a devious little shit when he wants to be," he remarked with a grin. "Three bets he's pissed her off at least four times."

Dean smiled back, slightly, “Yeah, but let's hope she hasn't decided to barbecue him by leaving him out in the desert sun.” Mello noticed that the smile never reached the hunter's eyes.

"There is that." He'd seen some of Near's nastier brushes with the sunshine. He hoped the demon hadn't thought of that.”

Dean muttered low under his breath, “She hurts that kid, I swear she'll wish she'd never known me. I'll skin her alive, nice and slow.”

"You'll be fighting L and me for that...especially L. He's very protective of us."

The hunter thought back over the conversations he'd had with Near. He cared about all three boys, even if he barely knew Matt, but Near. Dean loved him. He had no idea how it had come about, but he felt like a father to the boy. No one except Near and himself understood what was said and understood the times they were alone and talked. None of the others would be in line, because there would be no time for one. Near was his kid, in Dean's mind and heart.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 17

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

The Hunt

Near and Matt settled, wishing them good hunting before the group disappeared.

Dean wished L and Mello good luck when Cas left them at the rear entrance. Then the two of them disappeared. Cas let Dean off near the front entrance and disappeared. Dean looked up at the large black hole, took a deep breath, pulled a small flashlight out of his rear pocket, and stepped inside. It was black and damp inside, but the smell was almost overwhelming. It was rank like dead flesh. Dean gagged for a moment, let his eyes adjust and slowly moved forward.

The two geniuses headed towards their position, listening to Near's soft words as he guided the group towards their destination. Fortunately, the white haired teenager was able to keep his voice at a level and calm tone that helped any nervousness on their parts.

The smell of rotting flesh grew stronger as Dean made his way towards the main cavern in the mountain side. The odor was horrid and Dean was having trouble maintaining a calmness inside that he desperately needed. He whispered softly. “Near, I know and you know that under this situation I can't hear you, but I need someone to talk to so you're it, my friend. There's something really dead in here. The odor is worse then anything I've ever smelled. God, I hope it's not her. I hope the others are okay. I'm not sure where Cas has ended up. He dropped me off near the entrance and disappeared. Got to go. There's a light ahead. Wish me luck.” Dean doused the flashlight and put it back in his back pocket. He leaned close to the wall, and inched his way forward, hoping against hope, he'd find the queen, surprise her, decapitate her, and start on the rest, with no sex. At this point, he was on the verge of being sick again, hoping it wasn't her.

Mello made a low sound of displeasure which L silently agreed with. The stench was growing worse as they moved further in. Occasionally, they'd had to pause to ensure they hadn't been seen.

Dean was at the entrance to the cavern and saw...no one? He slowly entered the large room and glanced around. He saw a huge fire with a massive pot on it. He didn't even want to know what was in the pot.

“Near, I have no idea if you or any one else can hear me in here, but it's a massive cavern, with a huge fire and the biggest damn pot I've ever seen on it. There's several entrances and I guess I'm going to have to check them out to find her. I'm keeping my voice low, so I hope someone hears this. I'll start at the right entrance from me. Let you know.” Dean got close to the entrance, when ten people came out of the entrances surrounding the fire. He froze. “Sorry guys, big no on the right entrance. From what I can tell, I am being studied by ten people. Which meant there was six men and five women. L killed one male, so there are five couples here, so one is the queen and one of her companions was killed. Damn, I might be in for it over that. They are coming my way. To make this real, I'm gonna have to run. Gone for the moment, guys.” Dean turned back towards the tunnel, knowing he'd never make it. He got about thirty feet when he was tackled.

Near reported the issues to L and Mello, who were finally in position. Gray eyes stayed focused on the screens while Matt watched the outside.

Dean was dragged upright and held between two of the light green males. A female walked towards him and stared at him. She leaned in and sniffed him.

“You are nervous but not afraid. I find that remarkable in a human. The demon is right in one thing. I do find you to be attractive, but you are stronger then she said. The Dean Winchester she described would be frightened of us."

Dean kept his mouth shut and watched her. The two males did not loosen their grips on him. There were too many to try to take out on his own while the queen still lived. Her eyes were black like a demon’s but not the evil look he expected, and her hair was white. Her teeth were sharp and pointed. Dean winced at the thought of them touching him anywhere. Teeth that could shred, all canines, worried him. Her nails on her hands were quills. She reached out and ran one hand down his body and Dean inhaled sharply, a feeling of nausea coming over him. They all smelled rank.

L and Mello watched, ready to spring into action. The creatures were beyond revolting, and L had no idea how Dean was going to be able to perform here.

The queen rubbed her hands over Dean, settling in his crotch, and the hunter jerked. He was very pale. The filthy smell was overwhelming. She ran a long lizard-like tongue up his neck to his lips and he tried to clamp his mouth shut, afraid he'd vomit if she managed to get the tongue into his mouth. The queen grinned at his reaction. “Is the potion ready?”

A female voice responded, “Yes, my queen.”

“Then get it down him.” The males took him to his knees. Another male forced his head back and Dean began to struggle as one of the females, drove her quilled nails between his lips, prying them open. A male drove his fingers into the edges of his mouth, forcing it open. A black liquid was forced down his throat, and he choked on it, but swallowed as they held his nose closed. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look any further.

“Take him to my chamber and I will prepare. Since I have lost one of my companions to your people, Dean Winchester, I may decide keep you for a while, if you please me.

Dean was dragged to a chamber on the left and they removed his boots, threw him on a pile of stinking furs, and chained a foot to a manacle attached to the floor. He watched them leave and began to remove the machete sheathe and hide it under the furs where he could reach it and it would not be felt. He left the mike in the sheathe, but removed the ear phone. “Near, can you hear me? Can anyone hear me?”

"Near is here, Dean." The teen's voice was calm. "Near has Dean on visual."

"We're here too. The chamber does not have another entrance outside of the one you went through so we're holding position here." L's voice came as a near whispered monotone.

“It's been a long time since I've been in a situation I'm not in control of, don't know what I'm doing, and fighting down a sense of horror. Damn, she's fugly man. Looks I can deal with, though. It's the smell. These furs she's got me on reek. Oh, and I'm manacled to the floor, so I hope somebody's got something I can use to pick this damn lock when this is over. That's if I'm capable after this. Anyone heard from Cas? Please tell me someone has heard from him.”

Cas was busy. He'd found the demon camp, and found out that Ruby intended to watch, and had waged a one angel assault on the demons, not realizing that Ruby had gone down to the cave while he was taking on her minions. The noise was such that he could not hear much from the earphone, then it was ripped off in one blow. He was holding his own, but hurt and getting tired.

"Not yet. We'll douse you in vinegar later to cut the stench off of you." L's response was meant to help alleviate his fears.

Dean's sense of humor was still intact. “So I'm gonna smell like pickled dead people. Damn, I'll never get a real woman again.”

Ruby entered the main cavern. She walked up to the queen. They talked a bit and the two headed towards the queen's chamber with two of the men.

"Problem, Demon is in the cavern." Near's voice cut through the chatter before Ruby entered the queen's chamber.

“What the hell? Near, what demon? Damn it, what demon?”

"The one called Ruby," was the succinct answer. Mello cursed under his breath, and L shifted position slightly.

“She's in the cavern? Is she still in the cavern or with the damn queen? Where the hell is she now? Damn it, this can't happen.”

"Heading into the area where Dean is now," Near answered. L spoke up then. "Affirmative. I have a visual on her. She's speaking with the Queen."

“Cas still not responding? Damn it, Cas, you weren't supposed to let this happen. If they're heading here, I got to put the earphones up. That crap she forced down me is making me feel strange, guys. Got to go, I hear something.”

L spoke again. "What do you want us to do?"

“What we planned, L. It's too late to change the rules of the game right now. Until the queen is dead, there won't be enough of us to take them on. They draw their strength from each other and mainly from her. I got to get through this some how. Just hadn't planned on Ruby. What the hell does she want? Earphones are going back under the furs. Damn this stinks.”

The group waited tensely, L trying to figure out a way to handle the demon's arrival as well as the group of monsters they had to destroy.

Dean got the earphones under the furs when the two females and the Queen's escorts walked into the chamber. The hunter looked up at both of them. He shook his head when he saw the demon.

“Hello, Dean. Surprised to see me? Your angel is pretty good, but I had a large group with me, and I believe he is probably still fighting them. Did you honestly think I would miss this?”

“One can hope, Ruby. What do you want here? This is what you were waiting for, isn't it? Me out of the way?”

The detective and his heirs could hear this conversation, waiting for the signal to move.

“Well, the queen and I were talking, and I've been telling her how aggressive a lover Sam is, but I didn't think you would compare. Still, there are the stories about you. She wants to know, and you are pretty well drugged up now.”

Dean stared at her. “I don't want a word picture of how my brother is in bed. I damn well am not interested in comparisons. Get the hell out, Ruby.”

Matt wrinkled his nose. "Shit, I'm gonna puke. Sam screwed her knowing what she is? Serious issues." Near nodded, eyes wide as he continued to observe the situation.

Ruby started to remove clothing, and Dean's eyes widened in shock. He tugged on the manacle but it was embedded deep into the rock floor. He looked up, anger rising.

“Oh, hell no. This ain't gonna happen, Ruby.”

“Dean, the draught they gave you will make you very biddable. You will want it, enjoy it, and not feel any pain, anywhere during this. I want to see which brother is really better. And I want to punish you for your interference. I hope you like my little friend, here.”

The demon had a small black whip with a number of lashes of leather on it. Dean kept quiet. Near and the others were not going to hear this. He would not give the bitch the satisfaction. From the reactions he was getting from the liquid they'd poured down his throat, he knew she was right. He closed his eyes, and kept his mouth shut. Ruby told him to take his clothes off. When Dean didn't move fast enough, the demon had the two escorts cut them off him.

"What the hell, Ruby! I can't afford to replace those."

He willed the others to stay put til he could kill the queen.

Near twirled a lock of hair so tightly, it nearly cut circulation off in the finger. This was not in the plan.

There was the sound of the lashes striking but no sound escaped the hunter's lips. He closed his eyes and kept thinking, have to kill the queen. Get through this, cause I got to kill the queen.

The lashes stopped, everyone was listening and hearing very little. What Ruby and Dean did, no one knew, but they could hear her moans and queen saying , “Yes, he will do well.”

It was a while and Ruby's voice was heard, “Damn, he's good. Different from Sam, but you would expect that. I will leave you to your breeding and entertainment, I think, my queen.”

Ruby's boots could be heard as she left the chamber. Dean was still not talking.

L murmured an instruction to Matt, who quickly agreed. The demoness would not make it to see another sunrise if the group could help it.

The queen began to undress and Dean noticed the two guards still standing at the door, not realizing they'd stayed through Ruby's games.

“Aw, come on...give a guy a break.”

“The drug will keep you potent and agreeable for a few more hours, then the pain will set in and you will useless to me, I want to experience what you gave the demon, hunter. Yes, I know what you are. After your performance, I would love to keep you, but you are dangerous. It must not be allowed. I will enjoy your flesh in more ways then one tonight.”

Dean nodded towards the two men. "Get rid of them." the queen looked at both of her escorts and the beaten man on the furs. "Leave us."

“Well, come on then, bitch. I'm ready for you.”

Occasionally, Near gave status reports on the locations of the creatures, voice his usual monotone. For the first time, Mello was actually thankful for that. It helped keep his nerves settled while they waited for the word to move.

Sounds could be heard within the chamber, and they lasted a long time. The queen was rather vocal, but little was heard from Dean, other then a slight sob. The queen had marked him with her razor like teeth and her quilled nails clawed his beaten back. Dean was in a daze at this point but as he reached a point of no return and the queen's eyes were closed in ecstasy, he removed the machete from beneath the furs and with one swoop, her head was gone and blood was everywhere. Dean fought to back away from it but could not get completely clear.

He screamed, “Now!”

L and Mello sprang into action. The blond focused simply on his task, trying not to register the sickening sensation of metal hitting flesh, bone, then flesh before nothing.

The earphones and mike were destroyed by the acidic blood that drenched the furs and seeped onto the stone floor along with blood that sprayed. Dean had pulled as far away as he could from the scalding blood, knowing he would be hurting badly once the drug wore off. He knew his back was in bad shape from Ruby and the queen's claws, but he wouldn't even look at his crotch. He was hoping for Cas. He needed Cas. 'Be all right, Cas. Please.'

He crawled as far as he could go and vomited. The memories in his mind were making him nauseous. Of the two, Ruby, the unexpected one, did him in. He'd prepared for the queen, but the demon bitch? He vomited again, til nothing would come up.

A short time later, L picked the manacle's lock, lifted the hunter into his arms and carried him out, following Mello. The blond was listening to Near's directions, guiding them out into fresh air.

Dean struggled to get to his feet, but L refused The hunter was emotionally, mentally, and physically spent.

A slight murmur was heard only by L, “Did any of my clothes survive? My boots, my jacket?”

"Mello has the jacket. The rest will be replaced soon," he answered softly. "Quiet, rest. We will get you out and into a safe place to rest."

“They're all dead? Ten bodies? You counted them? There's ten?”

"All accounted for," he murmured.

Dean sighed, “Good, Couldn't do this again. Ruby?”

"A plan is being put together to capture her. Once you wake, you'll be able to help with that."

Dean winced. “Hell, out in the middle of nowhere with the Impala back at the cabin. No Cas. This damn drug is wearing off. We need to move fast. I got to get to my feet so we can get as far as we can before the drug completely wears off.”

"Barefoot and in the wilds, plus injured, you would only slow me down."

“I'm damned stark naked, too, L, but you can't see in front of you. One blasted misstep and we go over an edge, or scrape every ounce of hide I have left off of me. You are more likely to break something too. I might slow you down but we'll get there safer.”

Seconds later, they were all in the living room of the cabin. An injured angel was lying on the floor.

Mello gave a soft growl. "Damn it, I hate that teleporting thing."

Dean crawled on the floor towards the angel. "Cas? Damn it, Cas, what the hell did you do?"

Near went to get Watari, who came out with the first aid kits and began looking over the two injured parties.

Dean was starting to feel pain as he sat on the floor, naked, burned, bitten, clawed and beatened, next to an unconscious, badly beatened angel. Dean was starting to go into shock. He was shaking, and nauseated again, but there was nothing left to come up. He tried to get up, but fell to his knees.

“Damn it, Cas. You weren't supposed to do this, man. You were to keep them away from the entrance and then heal me. You stubborn....” Dean's head hung to his chest, and he began shaking harder.

Watari gently helped him to his feet. "It's time we got you clean and warm, Dean, so I can tend to your injuries. I will watch over Castiel and help him. For now, we need to get you taken care of." He guided him to the bathroom, helping him into a tub full of warm water. The heat would help with the shock. Near had been left to watch over him while Watari went to tend to the angel.

When Dean had entered the warm water, he inhaled sharply, and bit his lower lip so hard, he drew blood. The burns and the lacerations on his body stung badly. He hissed slowly and waited for the injuries to slowly get used to the water.

“Near, tell L that the bodies need to be collected, salted, and burned. All ten of them. Tell him to tell Bobby and show him where they are. He'll do it.” Dean laid his head back against the tub. “Near, I'm glad you had control of everything. I knew you were hearing everything when I couldn't listen. You were there, you were calm, and you were in control. I'm glad you were there.” The hunter's voice trailed off, and his eyes closed, his body going lax.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 8

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.

Castiel, Dean, Mello, and Near

L stared at the angel. "Then I offer my services. Bring whatever information you have to me, I will assist in solving this." It wasn't often the world's greatest detective volunteered.

The angel stared at the detective, contemplating the offer. This may surprise you, detective, and I know it will Dean, but I will accept your offer. I have studied you recently. I try not to interfere in the Winchesters' lives unless it is absolutely necessary. It is not right to intervene in human affairs unless ordered to do so. Dean Winchester was dead, having sold his soul to bring Sam back from the dead. Dean suffered for what he did, in ways man can not understand, but I was told it was necessary to free him from the pit and the torture, because they broke him. He is a good man, L, and he believes his brother is. I want proof of that.”

“Wait a minute, Cas, no one needs to deal with Sammy but me. You aren't going to investigate him. He's my brother, and he wouldn't hurt or betray me. My little brother wanted to avenge me, okay? He's hurting cause he couldn't, and he thinks I can't do my job. I can show him what I'm capable of.”

Dark eyes went back and forth. "You bring me the information as to what is going on up, wherever your kind gather..and I will solve this for you. Everything ties in to Dean and his brother. In the meantime, we will also rehabilitate Sam. I do believe this..Ruby..needs to be dealt with."

“I have the knife, Cas, and I'm going to gank the bitch.”

“Not alone, Dean. We do not know what she is up to at this moment. You must be careful. She is unscrupulous, almost as bad as Meg. You go nowhere alone. I will know.”

Dean stood, arms crossed, legs apart, the stubborn look he could get on his face. “What the hell are you going to do about it, Cas? You're not allowed to hurt me.”

“I can transport you somewhere isolated, with no means of getting back without, me. Remember that.”

L held up his hand. "I agree that Dean should not go alone. If we can get the systems online, Near and Matt can monitor and advise us with headsets while Mello and I accompany Dean."

“Ruby will not be here alone, and demons will be watching everywhere. That is why I brought you here. She has communicated with the creatures, and she wants Dean dead. If they get him before you are ready, his death will not be comfortable. Stay here until your plans are formulated and you are well armed. Dean has the armaments to deal with demons, but two machetes are not enough for killing the creatures. Each of you should have more then one blade.”

"Mello and I can use them." So could Matt and Near. "We will need to ensure this cabin is safe for my companions as well. I will have the technical aspect up and running soon."

“I will be a short while. I will be bringing food and other items that will be needed.”

“Cas, you don't eat, man. Bring real food, like meat, bread, eggs, etc. Go into a store and ask. Don't just go by your own ideas on what should or shouldn't be consumed.”

The angel nodded and disappeared.

L's voice was flat. "He will not know our dietary requirements either."

“No, we'll wait til he gets back, go through what he brings...then, we take the Impala.”

He nodded. "That will be acceptable. Why don't you get started on the house protections against..whatever might be out there? I will work with the others on getting our systems back online."

Dean drew sigils on the outside walls of the house, there were devils traps at every entry. He did one by the fireplaces in the cabin. There wasn't a crack or crevice that wasn't salted. He hung charms and other magical items throughout the cabin. Then, he walked out 100 feet and began a magic litany with holy water, salt, and a few other items and marked a protection grid for the house. It took him several hours. L and the boys would stop and watch him at times.

Dean walked inside with amulets and gave one to everyone of them, including Watari. “You don't take these off. They won't stop them from coming after you, but they can't possess you.”

Near took the amulet and frowned at it. He wasn't fond of jewelry at all. The others donned them without complaint but the white haired teen looked at Dean. "Is this necessary?"

Dean looked at him, “Trust me, it is.”

He sighed and L knelt beside him, murmuring softly in his ear. The amulet was soon donned, which made Near fidget restlessly with it.

Dean watched the boy as he worked with getting guns, shotguns, and other armament ready, and was getting ready to sharpen any blades they had, knifes and machetes. He looked at Near fidgeting. Sighing, Dean put down the whet stone.

“Come on, Near. We're gonna go for a walk while I tell you a story about why they're necessary. Okay?”

Mello surprised L by speaking up. "It isn't that. Little fluff ball over there doesn't take well to change. He's worn the same outfit since I can remember."

Before L could say anything, Dean jumped in. “First off, name calling is a bully act and bullies are mainly cowards who don't pick on someone who can take them on and maybe just kick their ass. Second, there's a hell of a lot of people who don't like change...some more then others. It's easier for them when it's explained to them why a change is necessary and not permanent. You got that? Cause you owe him and everyone here an apology for that crap.”

Mello grinned and flipped him off. "I don't answer to you, and the fluff ball is used to it."

In fury, the hunter took off his jacket, “You think you're big enough boy, cause being used to it don't make it right. I'm not talking your fancy martial arts stuff either, I'm talking one on one. You think flipping someone off makes you special? It makes you an ass in the eyes of those you just might want to impress. It don't impress, boy. It don't make you a man either. It makes you look 13 if that old with no idea what to even do with a girl, much less how to act like you are mature enough to be with one, or with adults. So, come, baby boy. Without your special tricks, take me on? At some point, everyone of us has pushed an adult too far and gotten his ass kicked. It's beginning to look like your time. You are not doing that to him any more. You got that? So come on.”

Near rose from his usual sitting position and walked to Dean, gray eyes looking into hazel. "It is not necessary for Dean Winchester to do this. Near will walk with Dean Winchester."

Dean's anger cooled as he looked into the gray eyes. He looked at Mello, “You got a reprieve, boy. I'm not calling you by your name until you show me you've earned it. In my eyes, you aren't a man at all.” The hunter's voice grew soft, “Come on, Near. Let's go for that walk.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 7

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.

Castiel's Rescue

Dean walked with Watari and headed to the table where they had eaten and began to clear it.

Near had slipped out after Watari had given the message to begin his own daily work out. The older man went to the table and began stacking dishes on the serving cart. "Mornings can be busy here. L insists that at least an hour a day is given for them for exercise. Mello is the most active of the three but with the amount of cases they go through a day, sometimes movement is curtailed."

“Yeah, they need to keep active as much as possible. It's important. Does the cart go downstairs to the kitchen? If you'll tell me where, I'll take it on down.”

"Just in the hallway beside the door. The hotel staff will pick it up."

Dean moved the cart outside into the hallway, stopped and looked both directions, feeling uneasy. He stepped back inside. It didn't feel like Ruby. Did the creatures know about hunters? Worse, did they know that hunters were here or were they after the team? It didn't feel right.

L, rubbing his hair with a towel, stepped out of a room, dressed in his usual long sleeved white shirt and jeans. "What is it?"

“Something's not right, and I'm trying to figure out what it is. Give me a minute to think.” Dean paced, went back out into the hall and stood in silence. Silence? He ran back inside and locked the door.

“Okay, you got other guests here? I mean, this is a full working hotel, right?”

L frowned. "I am unsure as to the guest population. I can have someone find out."

“No one leaves here until we figure out why a hotel should sound like like a graveyard at midnight. There's no sound out there. Nothing. No voices, no sounds of footsteps, no elevators,....nothing, L. There's at least cooks, maids, waiters, bellhops...hotel staff.”

The detective turned on his feet, pulling Dean further into the suite. "Matt, check the registry of the hotel. I need to know how many staff members are employed and how many guests are checked in currently. Mello, pull Near, check the other hotels and motels in this town. Ascertain if all is well. Once the three of you are done, hack the databases and send incoming visitors away."

The hunter turned towards the detective. “Okay, now how many people knew you were coming,and how many knew Sam and I were coming? Also, who knew it was this hotel?”

"None barring the agency that asked for my assistance. We are checked in under false credentials. Same as the suite that was booked for you and your brother." L sat at his desk chair, fingers blazing over the keyboard while the boys scrambled to follow their mentor's orders. "As far as the hotel, I change hotels every so often. I operate from the shadows, Dean. You are the first outsider to know who I am and what I look like."

“The agency that asked for help, does it have offices here?”

"No. The local office for that one is four major cities over."

Mello looked at Dean. "How do you know if that demon chick didn't tip someone off?"

“She has some use for Sam, so she's not gonna hurt him. If she sent them here, how's he gonna be protected? I can't imagine them sinking low enough to deal with a demon. What the hell could she have told them to bring them out in the open in broad daylight?”

"Birds of a feather flock together," Matt muttered, hands flying over the keyboards of two different laptops. "If she wants your brother, she'll find a way to get to him. Now she knows that we know what she's been giving him, she'll know that you'll want him out of her sphere of influence."

“So, she sold me to them in exchange for Sammy? I don't buy that. I planned on spreading a few lies around to make her come after me, but Ruby's got nothing on me worth making them take this risk. Damn it, we're not ready. We don't know where the lair is and we're not armed with the only weapon that can hurt them. We have two machetes.”

The goggle wearing teen nodded, still focusing on his tasks. "I'm in! I've gotten into the hotel's security system. I'm dumping the feed remotely onto your laptop, L."

Dean stood looking over L's shoulder, muttering under his breath, “Damn it, Cas. Where the hell are you when we need you?”

L cycled through the cameras, waving Mello and Near to their stations to get to work.

Dean remained quiet, waiting on the experts for this. No one heard the soft fluttering of wings. Castiel stood standing right behind Dean. If the hunter turned, he'd be nose to nose with the angel.

There was the sound of a gun being cocked and the blond was on his feet. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"

The gun went flying from the hand that held it and hit a wall. “We do not have time for this. Dean, do you have any idea why these creatures have come out into the open and are hunting you? Where is Sam? Who are these people?”

L answered the new arrival quietly. "Sam is under my protection and care until his health issues are taken care of. We suspect it is due to the influence of one demon named Ruby but not enough evidence to support that. You may call me Ryuuzaki if you so desire. I suppose you must be the one named Castiel?"

“If Ruby is involved in Sam's health problems, it must be blood addiction. She would use the blood to try to boost his powers, but they do not work that way. It is psychological, Dean. Ruby must want Sam badly. Why, Dean?” Castiel turned to the detective. “Why do humans feel the need to use fake names and titles. Which name or title do you prefer, detective, Ryuuzaki or L?”

The slender detective didn't even flinch. "For my own protection and that of my heirs, Castiel. She did admit publicly that his addiction was to demon blood. Watari has been working with him in the drying out process and both he and I will aid in ensuring he stays off of it once he leaves my protection." Dark eyes looked blandly into those of the angel. "I can only assume the demon sent creatures here to regain control over him. As to why...again, I can only assume you and /or your superiors would know the answer to that."

“The creatures were created millenia ago by Lucifer to be his servants. His hatred of humans caused their creation. They would look for those who are a threat to their master and destroy them ,but there has been no serious enemy in centuries.” Castiel turned towards the hunter, “until you, Dean. First, Sam is needed for some purpose we do not understand at this time, and you prevent their use of him. The most important threat is that you ARE the one who will destroy Lucifer. I have not been told how, Dean, but it is known that the righteous man who sheds blood in hell is the only one who can stop the end of the world. Dean, you are that man, and running from it is going to get a lot of people killed. They have come for you. I am assuming that you had a plan that has been circumvented by Ruby. Everyone has 10 minutes to get what they need. We are leaving. Prepare Sam.”

Mello was the one who broke the silence. "I call bullshit."

The angel turned towards the teen and raised his arm, hand outstretched and the boy disappeared. Castiel turned and said, If he needed anything, I suggest you gather it quickly. You now have eight minutes.”

L set the laptop aside and stared at the angel. "You will return him..now."

“You will all get ready, NOW. Or, you will be leaving here without whatever you deem necessary to fight this battle. You now have seven minutes.”

“Damn it, Cas, you can't come in here like this and do this!”

“Dean Winchester, I am a servant of God and I can do whatever I deem necessary. You have six minutes. I suggest all of you be prepared. You will be traveling like your companion."

“Cas, I need the car!”

“It will be there, Dean. Five minutes.”

Dean took one look and began packing his duffel, quickly.

Watari stared at newcomer as the others began packing. They had this down to an art form "Where is the boy?"

“He is safe, where you will be in four minutes. Dean, get Sam ready.”

Dean looked at Cas, in anger. “We are damn well gonna deal with this, Cas. I promise you that. You can't come in here and order people around.”

“You are God's creation, Dean. I can do exactly what I am doing with what is his.”

“I belong to no one, Cas. I told you that before. Where is he? If he wants me, tell him to face me, then.”

“Two minutes, Dean.”

The hunter headed to his brother's room, grabbing the laptop and duffel to put his things in. He had a panicked look on his face.

Luggage was standing beside the two heirs. “Mello is going to throw a huge bitch fit." L shook his head. "Rightly so."

In seconds, they were standing outside a large cabin out in the mountains that were fifty miles away from the city. The Impala was parked out front. Dean sat on the ground and was retching, muttering how the transfers made him sick.

A blond streak came running towards them, skidding to a halt in front of the angel. "You are an asshole."

“I was created by God, so there was no interbreeding with donkeys on anyone's part.”

"Really?" L held up a hand, cutting the blond's rant off immediately. "Matt, Near, Mello, assist Watari with the living arrangements and getting Sam comfortable. He will be reaching a difficult time soon." The boys immediately obeyed and the detective stared at the angel. "Castiel, was it?"

“That is my name. I will need a list of everything you will need. Dean, besides machetes, what else will be required by you? I know how to destroy them. Who is the victim?”

"I have fault in your logic and the logic of your race." His voice was the usual flat tones as he fished a lollipop out of his pockets, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth.

“I do not understand why the demons and the angels believe a Winchester is important. I am striving to find out but it is being kept a deep secret at this time. I would like to question Ruby but she does not need to know where you are.”

"The Winchesters aren't. Mello is correct. Your superiors are feeding you lies and nonsense. Humans do not have the power or strength necessary to fight the battles that your kind face. I believe it is more of a need for transference...shift the blame onto someone else."

“The blame will fall where it will fall. My job is to protect Dean Winchester. I pulled him out of hell after we battled to enter it. Lucifer is not there. He is trapped somewhere. The seals being broken will lead to his release. Dean must stop it or face him later. It would be easier to kill Sam Winchester because he will be used for evil in this at some point, but I can not do that and not hurt Dean. I will not do that.”

“Kill Sam? Like hell, you bastards will! I'd die for him, Cas, and you know it.”

“Dying would serve no purpose, Dean. It would only put Sam back into Ruby's grip.”

L broke into the argument. "One could argue that the angels could have stopped this before Dean went to hell, thus keeping these seals intact. One could also argue that a human cannot kill this so-called being named Lucifer. Is it not in the literary work called the Bible that an angel named Michael threw him out of heaven?"

"Yep," Mello chimed as he came out of the cabin.

"So it stands to reason the Winchesters are not as important as your kind believe they are. I would suggest doing actual detective work instead of blindly following orders and putting innocents at risk."

“I have doubts, L, which is why I am protecting Dean Winchester and not allowing Sam to be harmed. Things are not right, but I do believe the angels think that Dean is the only answer. I do not know why, but I intend to find out. There are angels who have the answers who are fallen but it is a great risk. Any angel who is in contact with them becomes one of them. I have to know beyond a doubt that they are right before I do this.”

“You will all be safe here. I have hidden the cabin from prying eyes. It can not be seen. I need lists of what is needed.Whenever you are ready.”