Supernatural Death Note Chapter 155

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

Dean and Lisa's Wedding

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

the woman he loved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Ellen grinned.  "Should be loads of fun."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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


"I love you," she whispered to him.


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


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


Dean grinned and let her lead the way.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 152

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

Thanksgiving

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


"They put grease in gravy?"


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


"Sounds great.  What games do we have?"


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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

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


"Does it taste like honey?"


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 138

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.


Sarah Helps Dean



Dean sighed, got up and headed for the door. He opened it, turned, and stared at the men sitting there.  “Thanks.”  He walked out and shut the door behind him.  Heading down the hall,  he went into the main big room. The women were still in in the enclosed patio. He decided to go out the front. Stepping outside, the hunter looked up at the cloudless sky, the stars in abundance, and the shadow of a something flying low...a bird, hunting.  He headed towards the western side of the cabin and strolled towards the small wooded area behind the cabin, where the creature had hidden so many months ago.


The doctor shook his head.  "Is he always that balled up in stress?"


Sam and Bobby both said, “Yes,” at the same time. Bobby sighed, “Actually, he’d gotten better after that final battle. Dean has always felt responsible for everything.  His Dad always placed burdens on him. He takes on everything.  Ran every hunt we did.  He used to be pretty carefree. He always took a lot on him, but he hid it well. There’s a lot of water under the bridge.  He’s dealt with a lot of it. Watari and Ryuzaki know that. But, he still feels responsible for things. When he does let go and is actually carefree, he ends up hurting someone. It scares him. That’s the main problem.”


He was quiet for a moment.  "I think he needs to take time to destress..meditation perhaps..something to reach an inner calm."


Bobby looked up at that. “Are you talking tranquilizers?  He won’t be able to function on those. What else is available?”

"No, I'm talking meditation, not drugs," the doctor told him.

“Dean’s not going to take that very well, Doc.  He’s gonna think we want to drug him or that he’s crazy,” Bobby commented.

 "Then someone needs to give him literature on what meditation is and the benefits to it," he said.  "Otherwise, he could stress himself into a heart attack."

   

“Near loaned him candles and a cd to help him relax and sleep.  It’s a good idea.  He accepted it at the time and it helped him.  Watari, do you know of any that can help him?” the older hunter asked.

 Sam actually broke his silence. "Sarah does. She practices meditation and the like everyday to keep herself balanced. She could work with him on it."

“Kill two birds with one stone?” the doctor asked.


 "Exactly," he said, rising.  "I'm going to talk to her about it now."


Everyone rose and followed the taller man out of the room.


 Sam went and tugged Sarah to the side, murmuring what was going on and asking if she'd be willing to teach Dean. The woman nodded, hoping it would be a good bonding opportunity for her and her future brother-in-law.


It was getting late and Elsbeth wanted to get Andy home.  Doc thought it was a good idea.  He told everyone to make sure Dean was at the clinic on the property early on Wednesday and to get him to bed if he was driving to school in the city in the morning.


 The group disbanded and Sarah went looking for Dean, keeping alert to any night time critters that could cause harm.



The hunter was about a half mile from the cabin , near the mountain trail L had all but carried him down.  He was sitting near a mesquite, leaning back and watching the stars.  He looked up as he heard the noise of someone walking the trail.


 Sarah didn't say anything, simply taking a seat beside him.  He'd chosen a wonderful spot. Dean said nothing, simply moving over to make more room for her.  She gazed at him, looking at the profile that was so different from his brother’s.  Their parents must have been complete opposites, she thought.  Dean could feel her watching him.  Finally, he turned his head and stared back at  her.


 She broke her silence. "You know, I realize your life is really stressful.  I didn't realize how bad it had gotten.  I was wondering, Dean, what do you know about meditation?"


Dean watched her, thinking about what she had asked.  He licked his bottom lip and his mind worked out what was happening. They’d decided he needed this and sent her. Why Sarah?  Because he was having problems with her.  That would have been Sam.  


“They sent you into the lion’s den, Sarah?”  Her heart sank, but before before she could come up with a reply, Dean answered her. “Near loaned me some candles and a tape to listen to.  It helped me clear my mind and be able to actually sleep the night through.  It helped.  Why?”



 "No they didn't send me to beard the lion in his den," she teased before sobering.  "That's actually a form of meditation.  Near got you on the right path; I'm glad to know it helped.  I know you're stressed, and I want to help.  I practice various forms of meditation daily, and I truly believe it can help you.  I want to teach you how to do it."


“How will it work, Sarah?  Is there room on the schedule to do this? “ Sarah could hear desperation in his voice.  Did she also hear a slight glimmer of hope there also?


 "Give me fifteen minutes of your day," she told him.  "I'll guide you through it and help you learn so that if you feel yourself getting upset or stressed out, you can fall into the breathing to clear  your mind so you can approach the problem without the stress."


Dean nodded and she heard his voice break as he said, “Okay.”


She reached out, taking his hand and squeezing gently. "Would you like to try now?"



Dean was nervous and so tired. He almost joked it off and thought,  ‘Hell, no, you fool. Don’t upset her. You need her right now, and she wants to help.’


He choked on the one word he could get out, “Please.”


Sarah gave him a sweet smile.  "What's one image that you can look at or visualize that does not cause any emotion, simply peace?"


Dean stared at her, speechless.  He wracked his brain.  He looked up at the sky, and smiled softly.  “The stars,” he whispered.


The smile grew wider.  "Good, close your eyes, focus that image in your mind and concentrate on that.  Breathe in slowly for a four count, hold for a few moments, then let it go."  She began falling into the right breathing to demonstrate.


The man beside her closed his eyes and began to breath as she told him.  He could see the desert sky in his mind.  The stars were large and  numerous, and the twinkling was brilliant.  He concentrated on the stars and controlled his breathing.


 Her voice was soothing.  "Let everything go..emotions, thoughts...just focus on the image," she told him.  She could see the stress lines starting to ease.



Dean felt a heavy weight roll off his shoulders.  He had not realize how badly he was hurting.  Every muscle relaxed.  Tension eased.  His neck and shoulders relaxed.  He felt an incredible sense of peace.  He felt calm.  He kept the breathing up and the sensation of no pain or tenseness was almost overpowering to him. He trembled.


 "Hold onto the image, let the void where the stress was fill with peace and calmness. All there is right now is this moment," she told him softly.


Dean did as he was told. He felt his arms and legs go limp.  He couldn’t control them.  He lay back on the desert sand and kept the breathing going, focusing on the stars in his mind.  His body was shaking.  The loss of tension and stress completely overpowering him more than he’d thought possible.  


Sarah stayed with him, guiding him through the session.  She knew that the first times he did this would be rough given how stressed he remained.


The heaviness in his chest was gone, and with it the exhaustion he’d been feeling. The more things eased, the more his body shook. He was not used to this kind of full released. It was something he’d carried his entire life.  The calm and the peace was taking his mind over. He’d never allowed anything to have control of his mind in such a way, but he did not fight it.


She smiled, knowing that Dean was doing really well so far.



Within a few minutes, Dean was asleep, the dream of stars still in his mind, and a strong senseation of well-being he’d never experienced since childhood.  He’d not had anything to drink and no sex.  He just rested peacefully under the mesquite tree.


Sarah giggled, texting Sam where they were and asking for him to help her get Dean to the house. She didn't want to wake him.


Sam was sitting in the big room with Bobby, Lisa, Watari and Ryuzaki. He read the text message and smiled. Looking up, he spoke softly, “It seems to have worked pretty well.  Dean’s asleep.  Deep sleep.  Ryu, would either you or one of the boys want to help me?  I don’t want to wake him.”


"I will," he said, rising.  "It is good that Sarah's intervention helped."



“Yeah, it is.  It’s also good that Dean was willing to accept her help.  He was desperate, Ryu.”


"With enough instruction, Dean will be able to utilize this technique for when he feels stressed or overwhelmed," he said as they headed to the location Sarah had given them.


The went out the back patio, across the yard that was surrounded on two sides  by the heavy woods.  L remembered going after the creature that had attacked Dean.  He remembered hearing Dean draw its attention towards himself to protect Mello.  Dean  could have so easily used that as a reason to keep the boys out of the hunts they did together, but he didn’t.  L had wondered about that at times, but he’d  never asked the man.


Sam muttered, “There they are.”


Sarah was smiling, staying by her future brother in law, and waved at the two to show she was there.


Both men looked down at the sleeping man.  Sam reached down and helped his future bride get off the ground.  “He all right?  Is it normal to drop of like this?  He won’t be able to do this at work or his diesel class if this is going to happen, can he?”


"It's a reaction to letting the stress and emotions disappear, Sam.  He's fine," she told him.  "He had a lot to let go."


“I thought it took ages to do this.  How did he manage it in one sitting?”



 "He listened and cooperated fully," she said, watching as Ryuuzaki and Sam managed to pick up the sleeping man.


“It might be easier on him if I took him in my arms and laid his head on my shoulder. If you can help me get him turned, I can do that. I’ve done it when he’s been badly injured.  I’ve worked out enough that I’m strong enough.  He’s a big man. I’m just bigger”  Sam grinned at the smaller man.  


Sasquatch," she teased, watching while Ryuuzaki helped move Dean into the right position.


Sam held his brother’s head against one shoulder, and arranged him in his arms with Ryuzaki’s help.  


“He used to carry me when I was younger and not quite this tall.  I’d be hurt, sick, or just exhausted.  I can remember my head on his shoulder.  Him putting me to bed, taking off my outer clothes, and tucking me in.  I never had many chances to do the same for him.  Just a few times.  He’s a good man, Sarah.  Give him  a  chance.  He’s just never had a chance to learn how to act around real ladies”



 "If I wasn't giving him a chance, Sam, I wouldn't have helped him tonight or be teaching him what he needs," she told her fiancé.


“I know that, but he’s gonna get on your  nerves.  I can promise you.  He does mine.”  Sam tried to lean over with his burden in his arms and kiss her.


"I'll deal," she told him, kissing him back.  "Let's get him to Lisa."


“Yeah, he’s got diesel class all day tomorrow.  Bobby and I are running the shop like we always do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He really needs to be able to sleep the day through, but he won’t. Thanks,  Sarah. I love you.”


"I love you too," she said softly, walking beside the men as they headed back.


Lisa had gone to get the bed ready. Watari went to tell Ben it was his bedtime.  Bobby watched for the the group heading toward the cabin.  He finally saw them and turned on the outside lights and the lights on the patio.  Sam stepped into the patio and headed towards the door to the kitchen.  Sarah moved ahead to open the door.  L  moved beyond her to get the door to Dean’s wing.


It was a group effort but one that went smoothly as if it had been done a thousand times before.


Sam never stopped moving, depending upon the two with him to facilitate his continued ability to move forward.  When they reached the stairs, Sarah moved in front of him and Ryuzaki behind.  Sam slowly took the steps, one foot up, then the other foot up.  It was slow but they made it.  Sarah went down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door.  Lisa opened it and let them in.  Sam gently laid his brother on the large bed, and stood up straight, rubbing his arms.  He smiled down at the sleeping man.  Dean never slept like this.



Sarah tugged her fiancé out of the room, leaving Lisa with the sleeping Dean.  Once out of earshot, she told the two men what was on her mind.  "Given time, he'll be able to do this anytime he feels upset and be able to live a healthier life."


“Until then?” Sam asked.


 "Until then, he'll learn to handle things slowly and I'll teach him the skills he needs."


“Okay. You’re taking on a major job, hon. “  Sam hugged her.  “But you’re saving my brother’s life. You know that, don’t you?"
  
 "Nah..just teaching him survival skills and a chance to experience life without being that stressed all the time."


“Well, I know what you’re doing, whether you acknowledge it or not.  I love you, Sarah. Thank you for helping him.  He means a lot to me..”


 "I know, love, but I'm not doing it because he's important to you.  I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do," she said, looking at him as they entered their wing.