Supernatural Death Note Chapter 33

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 Confrontation

Dean struggled to get up. He shook his head, but he continued using the bedclothes to pull himself to his feet. He looked at Near. 'Maybe, if he sees me like this, he'll understand and he won't have to know what happened in the queen's chamber.”

Mello punched Sam. "Stop torturing your brother! Damn you're f*ked in the head. Don't you understand? He's your brother! God, I'd give anything for that and you're throwing it away like some spoiled ass. You want proof, we have it!"

Sam turned on Mello, “You touch me again, and I won't be responsible for what happens to you. My brother? He's been my babysitter, not my brother. What damn proof do you have? I don't even know you, so why should I believe you. Come on, Dean!!! Be a man for a change, and tell me why she's so evil. Prove it, big brother.”

A familiar voice came from the open doorway. “What do you want to know, Sam?” Dean stood in the entrance, barefooted, is right side bandaged.

Sam whispered loudly at his brother. “I can almost smell your fear from here, Dean. What are you so afraid of?”

Watari, who had heard everything, came in with a laptop."You requested proof, Samuel Winchester. Proof you shall have. This is an interrogation we finished not long ago." The computer was set up and play was hit. In it, Ruby admitted everything..swearing violently as she did so.

“I've done similar stuff like that. Voices can say one thing, and a little manipulation and they say something else. Tell me something right here in front of me that proves it. Come on, what has she done?”

Dean knew the shooting would not be accepted because he'd gotten shot trying to save Near. He stared down at the floor, trying to steady his good hand, that was shaking.

A soft voice answered him. "The demon shot a weapon at point blank range. If Dean had not been there, Near would have been killed." The white haired teen entered the room. He was bandaged as well, looking very tired. "Near had not harmed this one but still, in an effort to aggravate Dean, Ruby shot Near." The outfit he was wearing, being baggy, added to his small size, making him look very young.

Sam stared at the small boy. “Dean has a penchant for trying to give his life for others. Why would she want to aggravate you, Dean? What's been going on between you two? I know you don't like her, but this is getting ridiculous. Ruby and I..well, we're close. She'd never hurt you because she would not upset me.”

L tilted his head. "Would she? Even knowing that she's gotten you addicted to something as disgusting as her blood?"

“I've been telling you it's not an addiction. My body requires it to keep the power up.”

“Bullshit, Sammy! You're not stupid, but you are so damn blind. Ruby wants to destroy me, okay, but then she got some stupid idea to use me to anger you against me and get you to do the job for her.”

"The demon's own words on this subject was rather simple. She told me that the initial blood given to you at birth woke a latent gene within all humans. The blood is nothing more than a control. It keeps you tethered to her." L's words were spoken softly in hopes of calming the younger Winchester.

The look of fury in Sam's eyes worried Dean, who wasn't sure where the anger would be directed.

“Sam, he's telling the truth. I swear it.”

“Dean, it's all compelling, and very believable. I still have a problem with it. She has me pretty much, so why would she destroy that by causing more problems to the point where I'd kill you? How the hell could she even convince me to do that? I can't get any angrier with you, Dean.”

“Damn it, Sammy, I can't” The older brother turned to leave.

“I can stop you from leaving, Dean. Your choice or mine?”

The hunter froze, his back to his brother.

Near's voice was soft but cold. "Sam Winchester will not harm Dean. In the eyes of this group, Dean's life holds more value than Sam Winchester's. Especially as Dean Winchester is needed for the apocalypse."

“What the hell are you talking about? I'm the brother who can stop it, not Dean. You know it, Dean. You cry, have nightmares, get drunk....damn it, you're drinking all the time.”

“Never on the job, Sam. I have always been sober when we're up against something. I had your back, but you kept walking out on us. Drinking blood. That's a whole new kind of sick, Sammy. She knows there's a still a bond there somewhere. She wants to be the one to come between us and you have damn well let her. No one was able to do that except us with our own stupidity and needs.”

Dean was still standing frozen halfway between his brother and the door. His back was still towards Sam. He started walking out and Sam's arm came up and he clenched his fist. Dean went to his knees, but nothing else. He could not get up.

“I told you your choice or mine, Dean. Now what happened between you two while I was a prisoner here?”

There was the press of something cold against the back of Sam's skull. Watari had managed to circle behind him. "You will let him go and focus on your brother, who you have known since birth."

“Go ahead and shoot me, and you destroy him, because he's sold his soul once for me. I'll let him go once he's truthful with me. He's being the same old Dean, not telling the truth, carrying the burdens. I am so damned sick of it. Shoot me or tell the coward to tell me the truth. If he will do that, I'll release the hold.”

"He is telling you the truth. We all are but you are so blinded by your ego, you don't want to see it."

“No, you don't know him like I do. Something happened between Dean and Ruby to bring us to this point. She wouldn't have tried to shoot an innocent unless she wanted something from him. If you want me to believe you, then I need the truth.....ALL OF IT! Dean?”

Dean bowed his head, fighting back tears. He had not wanted to come back to this. Sam was going to kill him, because he won't believe this. How could he? There's was nothing but his word against hers. Knowing his own past, would he believe him?

Near moved to Dean, gently lifting his head. "Dean should not let this destroy the progress Dean has made. Tell Sam Winchester everything since Sam Winchester believes that Sam Winchester is right."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 32

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.

Sam

Late in the night, Dean felt a voice enter his dreams. It was an angry voice demanding his attention. Dean tried to turn over and ignore it but his right shoulder wouldn't let him. The voice was persistent. In his sleep, the older Winchester muttered “Who?”

He began to feel anger towards him, blaming him for a predicament the voice had. He tossed his head trying to shake the voice out of his head. He whispered louder, “Who?”

“Damn it, Dean, get me out!”

Dean woke up screaming “NO!” He was trembling violently. “What the hell?”

L shook his head, watching Sam on a monitor. The man simply didn't want to accept his situation and work for a resolution.

Shaking violently, hazel eyes wide, he pushed the blankets back, shouting, “How the hell can I do that? Tell me that, Sammy! How the hell CAN I do that to you? You got to have help! Damn it, Sammy, take the help! Please!” Dean started crying as he fell out of the bed to the floor, trying to bury his head under the pillow he held. “I'm gonna block you somehow.”

There was a soft knock at his door.

For a second, the young man screamed, “NO!!!” again, afraid Sam had somehow gotten out.

The door opened, revealing Near and Mello. "Dean?"

Dean was huddled in a ball on the floor, holding a pillow over his head, shaking violently, and muttering loudly. “No, you don't have a right. I'm taking that right back, Sammy. You don't. Be a man for once, damn it. Leave me alone.”

Both boys padded to his side, kneeling down. A cool hand touched the other's back. "Dean must look up and see Near and Mello. Sam Winchester is not in here."

“I...I...I c.c.can't. Pl..please...he..hel..help me.”

Mello jerked the pillow away, helping Dean to sit up. "Look at us, Dean." The boy's voice was firm. "What's going on?"

“I didn't know he could do that. It's gotta be new. His anger brought it out. I'm probably the only one, but...damn it, Sammy, leave me alone!”

"Near stay with him." Mello headed towards where the other was kept.

Dean struggled to grab the pillow back. “No, Sam, it's not my fault We're responsible for only what we do Grow up, Sammy! I'm ordering you to leave me alone or, so help me, I'll kick your ass!”

L met up with Mello, who keyed open the door and slammed into Sam's room. "You f*ing bitch, stop it now! Don't you give a rat's ass about anyone other than yourself?" The detective arched a brow but remained quiet.

Near gently stopped him. "Mello will stop this."

Sam turned and looked at the teen. “Stay out of it. This is between my brother and me. He put me in here. He turned his damn back on me to run a hunt instead of helping me. He's still not over his crap, and he's not worth a damn right now! I have a job to do and he needs to help me get out of here and then stay the hell out of the way!”

Dean, stared at Near, barely understanding. “He won't get out of my head.”

The blond sneered at him. "No, you're a whiny ass baby who can't get his head out of his ass and relies on demon blood instead of doing the right thing. Yeah, I know about you, Sam Winchester, and I know you're brother is the better man. You can't stand that, can you? You have to make him feel small and then attack him."

“Better man? Let me tell you about Dean Winchester. Dad knew what he was. He was the little soldier, always wanting approval, always needy. He had to have us with him all the time...couldn't make it on his own.”

“He couldn't let me die, so he sold his soul and destroyed my life by doing it and letting me bear the guilt for what he did. I tried that whole damn year to find a way to save him. Lilith held the contract. I watched hell hounds tear him to ribbons!”

“I tried to trade myself, and that's when I found out that they wanted him, not me. It took the armies of God to drag his ass out of there but not before he tortured people and liked it. He broke the first seal that caused all of this.”

“Using my powers, I am able to kill demons, and not hurt the human. Dean spends his time getting drunk and being all weepy eyed over what he did. He's not man enough to do anything any more. So back off! He's not the better man.”

L spoke up then. "So you blame him for doing what your father indoctrinated him to do? Protect you? You keep yourself in such high estimation when, in fact, you are acting no better than the ones you and your brother hunt. That demon you have been with has twisted your mind until you are thinking like one of them."

“Ruby is on our side, and the blood strengthens me and helps my power grow. Where is Ruby? Dean! Damn you, Dean! Get me the hell out of here! I swear the ass kicking will be me doing yours! Get Ruby here, Dean! You've got my phone!”

"Ruby is not on your side, Sam Winchester, and I can prove it."

“Really? And what do you even think you can say to make me believe that. Dean knows she helps us even if he doesn't like her. Tell me one damn thing she's done that would make me believe that.”

Dean looked scared, “Oh god, Sammy, don't ask him that. Please don't ask him that.”

"She's leading you to Lilith only to have you break the final seal. She's leading you by your hormones and desire for power so that you'll be chasing her tail until you're so under her thrall, you will do anything she asks, even betray your own brother."

“I don't believe that. Prove to me that she's my enemy. Dean! If you know something against Ruby, you come here right now, face me and tell me. You want me to believe any of this crap or anything else, face me like a man and tell me, damn it. Name one thing she's done wrong! Come on, Dean! What has she done? Nothing. You'd be too damn a coward to face her any more then you will me! Come on Dean!”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 13

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.

Addiction

A friend had taught him how to make chili a couple of years ago and he wanted some, so he was going to do what he seldom had the time to do...cook.

Watari was putting away the groceries, chasing the teens away from the chocolate after giving them each a bar to nibble on.

Dean hauled in the last load and began helping to put up the rest of the groceries. Watari noticed several baked pies in one bag, but most of what the hunter selected were meats, vegetables, fruits, seasonings, and dairy products.

“Leave that package in butcher paper out, Watari. I'm cooking tonight. There was a guy in the butcher shop of the market who had a deer butchered. We got to talking and he offered me a couple of pounds of chopped venison for stews and chilies. I offered to pay him for it, but he said he had plenty. This being Texas, I found some Wick Fowler's. I'm gonna make chili. Let it simmer awhile. We'll have rice with it. But I'll have chopped onion, grated cheese, and some corn chips if anyone prefers it that way. I hope Sam wakes up and feels like eating. He would love this.”

"We might could talk the others into trying some of it." He left the venison out and helped put the produce away.

“Do they eat anything besides sweets? It seems to me that it would be really bad for you. I like my unhealthy foods but I don't live on sweets.”

"They will eat one normal meal a day but are very very finicky on it. The sweets..for some reason..they metabolize it differently than you or I do. L likes to say it's due to the amount of thinking they do."

Dean thought it was odd, but didn't go any further on it. He took two tins of tea he found in the foreign foods section of the market. He was surprised when he stepped inside to see the diversity it offered. The manager said they had a lot of foreign residents and catered to their desires as well as the locals' needs. He handed an Earl Grey and an English breakfast tea to Watari. “It's imported,” he murmured, embarrassed suddenly.

He smiled. "I appreciate it. We all love our teas."

Dean nodded, not telling the man that he had gotten the teas for him because he felt something akin to family with him. He smiled and mumbled something about never tasting it before. His Dad believed in strong coffee, sodas, and the hard stuff. Dean used to sneak in milk for Sam.

The two worked together to get the kitchen ready. Watari sighed, stretching a bit.

"You look tired. Maybe you ought to get some rest. Take a nap. I'll call when dinner is ready. Venison takes a while to get good and tender."

"I have some work to complete," he rubbed the back of his neck.

Dean pulled out a kitchen chair. “Sit down for a minute?”

He laughed softly and followed the young man's instructions.

Dean asked where his room was, and went in search of something. He was back a few minutes later with a med kit , and asked Watari to remove his shirt.

He complied, jacket and shirt being laid on a chair.

Dean removed a large tube from the kit. “This does not burn, and it's not greasy. It has a pain reliever in it that goes into the muscles and tendons in the body, and helps the joints ease. I have a doctor friend who gets it for me. I wouldn't be able to afford if it wasn't for him. It costs a pretty penny.” Dean removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his buttoned down shirt. He started with the lower back, looking for knots and began to work the ointment into Watari's back forcing the knots to relax. He slowly worked up the man's back, working each knot. He checked his arms for swelling or knots and workedwhere pain seemed to be. Finally, he started on the shoulders and the neck. “Some of this is not muscle but rheumatic pains are just as bad, and it helps joints. If you need your legs and feet done, let me know.”

"Thank you so much," he said with a soft sigh of relief.

“If I'm around, don't sit there and hurt, okay?”

"I appreciate it a great deal, Dean. Getting old is not an enjoyable experience at times."

Mello smiled in the doorway. "You're not old, Watari, just more experienced."

Dean smiled also, and picked up Watari's shirt for him. “I agree, Mello. I, for one, can't afford for him to get old. I need him, and I imagine you do too. Damn it, I'd miss him if he wasn't around.”

"Same for all of us."

“Yeah, I would think so. Don't grow old to quickly, Watari.”

He laughed. "I am trying not to."

An emotion Watari didn't recognize was in Dean's voice as he said, “Good.” The hunter turned and began getting the venison ready to brown.

Mello went on to his work, and Watari began to help Dean with the cooking.

Dean worked skillfully, and quickly. He had a pot with seasonings, tomato sauce and the meat simmering slowly. He was shredding fresh cheddar, laid out tortilla chips, corn chips, sour cream, sliced avocado, and a bottle of ketchup. He had rice cooking in a pot. He hummed as he worked. “Watari, did I get crackers? I couldn't find them.”

He went looking and came back with a box of saltines. "You did, I believe I put them up before you found them."

“Oh, good. The guy gave me four pounds, and I didn't know til I opened it, so I doubled it. They can put what they want on it, if they'll try it. It comes from a recipe that won the Chili Cook Off in Terlingua, Texas. That's somewhere down here. They have one every year. A friend uses the real recipe. No idea where he got it, but it takes all day, and the Wick Fowler's is the same thing but a portion of the time.”

Watari smiled. "They usually try something at least once."

“Yeah, but it's usually your cooking not mine.” Dean smiled back. “I hope they like it. If not, I have leftovers.” His smile disappeared, “How's Sammy? He awake yet? Should your thing you did to him have kept him out this long?” The younger man sounded worried.

"I've had to reapply it a few times. He's going to hit a rough patch so I'm wanting to give him some soup and water in a while."

“Rough patch? I understood that detoxing required certain medicines but this isn't normal detox. Doesn't he have to be conscious for this? In case he gets sick or something?” Dean sounded like he knew he was out of his depth and struggling to comprehend what was happening to his brother.

"I've been letting him sleep through part of the drying out process but he's soon approaching an area where sleep will be difficult."

“What can I do? How do I help him? What is going to happen, and what will he go through?”

"I'll call you in to talk to him when the timing is right. It's just a matter of waiting it out."

Dean nodded, went to the refrigerator, and grabbed a bottled water. “You want one? I did not buy beer or the hard stuff. You may have two of us, if I've gone that far.” Dean sounded nervous when he made the light comment.

"That's be nice, thank you."

Dean handed him a water. He sat down and looked up towards the man sitting across from him. “God, I hope I've handled the hard stuff better then Sam has that filth Ruby's been giving him. I don't want to have to dry out on top of everything else. Can't afford that with this hunt coming on.” The hazel eyes looked strained.

"You may surprise us; we can definitely hope."

Dean stared at him for a second, softly said yeah, and got up to stir the chili and check the rice. He had his head lowered for a moment and came back to the table. About that time the screams started.

Watari rose. "Put my plate aside. I'll be back in a while."

Dean followed Watari into the living room and stood outside of Sam's door, waiting, listening. He saw the others enter the room. He met L's gaze, a sense of panic going through him.

L moved to Dean's side as the old man went into the room. "This is a normal part of drying out."

Sam's voice began to drift into the living room. Dean stood frozen, as his brother began to swear profanities and they were aimed at him. Every thing Sam's mind could come up with was blamed on him. His selling his soul and dying led to Sam's blood thirst so he could destroy Lilith. Not allowing him to grow up. Holding him back when he was the better hunter. Always being the good soldier and daddy's boy instead rebelling like Sam had done. The list went on and on, and Dean's face grew paler with each attack. He stood there and took everyone of them, his body tense. Finally he went into the kitchen to check on the food.

L frowned, then moved to murmur in Matt's ear. Short time later, a white noise device was placed by the door, which blocked a lot of the noise.

Afterwards, L went into the kitchen and looked at the hunter. "You realize that's the addiction talking and not your brother?"

“I was always told that what's in the heart and mind is what comes out during this part of drying out. It doesn't matter, though. He's already told me most of this any way. Some of it not quite so profanely, but yeah. He's said it before down through the years.”

"Then he has a serious problem that we will have to work him past. He should not be blaming you for so much."

“Well, I did sell my soul to raise him from the dead. I taught him how to fight on and live without me, but I thought he'd have no problem because he'd left more then once to be on his own and away from me. I did do everything Dad wanted. I realize that, but I was trying to win something from him. Don't get me wrong, L. Sam's a good hunter. Damn good. But, damn it, I am the better damn hunter. He has to have those powers and that addiction to think he's better then me on the hunt, because he's gonna have to come a hell of long way to be better then me. Who am I kidding, L? Neither of us is worth much without the other. We're a team. Damn it, L, why now?”

Dean kept his back to the detective, watching the food cook, getting ready to remove the rice. He lowered the temperature on the chili, took the rice off the burner, and headed for the back door.

"Things happen when we do not anticipate it. You had no idea about this addiction. When he was fed the blood, he was fed lies along with it."

“My alcohol ridden brain believed every lie he told me and I told him the truth. I fed his illusion.” Dean stormed into the back yard of the cabin, the dark all around him He stared up at the stars for a second, trying to take deep breaths as nausea overtook him. Soon he was down on his knees, retching hard, tears slowly going down his face, grateful for the darkness that hid them.

L followed him, staying within earshot. "Addictions are complicated things," he murmured.

The sound of sobs followed the retching. The hunters voice was breathless, “Hell, you don't think I know that. I've been addicted to family my whole life. I can't stand the idea of being alone. The feeling of being alone and not wanted, except to have someone's back is a living hell. You give and you give and you get nothing back. It's a living damnation and I was addicted. I had no idea how to get out because I needed to be needed. Dad needed his soldier, like Sam said. Sam needed me too..at least I thought he did. What a lie I've lived.”

It grew quiet in the yard, as Dean seemed lost somewhere he didn't know how to get back from.

"Why do you fight, Dean?"

“You mean evil? It's all I know, and someone has to stop it. It's my job, L, and it's, honestly the only thing I got left that I don't screw up....even if Sammy thinks I can't do it, I'm still a better man at hunting then he ever will be. Only because I have no illusions of what I am.” It was quiet again, then Dean shouted, “Damn it, Sammy! Why the hell are you doing this?”

"Right now, you have to focus on Dean, not Sam. If you aren't able to resolve these issues yourself, the trap will be too easy to fall into again."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 9

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

Dean and Watari Discuss the Boys

They came around the corner from the back of the house.

Watari had been setting up what looked like a small satellite dish. "Ah Dean, would you mind giving an old man a hand here please?"

Dean raised an eyebrow in surprise, for Watari was the least likely to need help. He walked over and knelt down to see what was needed, figuring a third degree was coming. He thought it would be L but should have realized it would come from Watari. Near was the most likely to be the next L. Watari would guard him like precious jewels.

"I need to attach this to the roof with these special clamps. I'm not as spry as I used to be," he answered while Near went into the house to see what he could do inside.

Dean found a stool on the porch of the cabin and set it on the rocky ground and climbed up on it. “Okay, hand me the sucker, and a clamp and let's see what we can do here.”

A relieved expression crossed his face. "Thank you." He handed the equipment up. “I would've asked L but he was too busy breaking up a shouting match."

“Really? What happened between Matt and Mello?” Dean attached the first clamp while balancing the satellite dish. “Okay, we need to make sure we have the best direction before I tighten this and do the other clamp.”

"I'm not sure." He popped his head into the cabin and spoke to Matt before looking back at Dean. "More northwards please."

The hunter's eyes squinted as he looked up at the sun and gauged north. He moved the satellite in a northerly direction. “See if he needs more or less.”

A few moments later, the answer came. "A bit more."

The satellite was moved a little more. “Now?”

"Perfect." The old man pinned the wiring so it wouldn't snag.

Dean tightened a little on the one clamp. “Hand me the other clamp, Watari, if you would.” The younger man reached down and took the clamp from the other man. He attached it and clamped a little. He took turns clamping, making sure nothing pulled the satellite off direction. When it was finally tight, he asked for one more test.

It came back as perfect again. Watari smiled at him. "Thank you very much."

He looked down from the stool and knew the only way off was really a leap. He jumped and landed on feet and hands in a crouch, and slowly stood up, dusting himself off. “Well, what happened with the boys?”

"Matt made a comment Mello didn't like when L asked him a question." The old man sighed. "I wish Mello would back off of Near. If he ever does, it will be a long time in coming."

Dean's lips pressed together and his jaw clenched. He stiffened, and his hands made tight fists. He was tense.

"Walk with me, Dean."

Dean's eyes closed and then opened slowly. He followed Watari towards the same trail he'd taken with Near. “You're not gonna tell I can't be around Near, are you?”he whispered sofly as they reached the trail.

"I would never. Both L and I have seen that he has relaxed a bit around you. To date, that makes you the third person Near can let loose, even a little bit, around. No, I'm going to tell you something you must never share with another person..even your brother.”

“My family is a family with secrets, Watari. I don't have a problem keeping them.”

He leaned against a tree, staring up at the sky for a moment. "I run an orphanage slash school for those who are gifted. Every child that enters the home is trained to be of use for the betterment of mankind. Each child has their own history, some of it good, some of it bad. I make no excuse for behaviors currently but have endeavored to help them work beyond their pasts." His eyes moved from the sky to Dean. "Mello is such a one. I found him in Russia, starving and on the run. The little one had tried to pick my pocket. His parents had been former Mafia members and his history was full of violence. He doesn't remember it, but it's left a mark on him. We've been trying to teach him patience and to balance his emotions. It works most of the time, except when he's around Near."

“Why? His lack of emotion? Near is actually very sensitive. He may not understand emotions and hides them, but somewhere in there is a little lost boy trying to understand what he can't express or find a way to open up and experience. He told me he was autistic and talked about the emotions problem. We had a good talk. Mello, needs to find a way to deal with this. They could be good friends and be of great help to each other. Near needs people with emotions around him as friends to guide him there, so he will be a better L.”

"I know and we've tried to break through. It's just that something about Near triggers his temper something horrible. It's one reason L has them with him instead of at the orphanage. We're hoping this time with him will help balance. what's going on between them. It doesn't help that they're separated in grades by less than a tenth of a point."

“L is running a competition to be the next L?” Disbelief was in Dean's voice.

He shook his head. "No. The ultimate decision will occur if and when L wishes to retire. The grades..Mello has always been highly competitive."

“There's nothing wrong with honest competition, and these boys are smart...very smart, but Near is a genius. Mello is close but he's not going to be able to ever outdo Near. People have to learn what their limitations are and find themselves within those limitations. Me, I found out I wasn't a damn thing like my dad. I tried to be him all my life. Sam's like him a lot more then me. It shocked me to find out. So, after all these years, I can be who I am, whoever the hell that is. It's made a difference in some ways on how I look at things. I can do whatever it is I'm supposed to do because I'm not Dad...I'm Dean. Mello has got to reach that place inside of him.”

The older male looked at Dean. "I am hoping he will learn that. Dean, I know it's a lot to ask given the reaction you had to him but there are some similarities. Do you think you could try? L and I have done what we can but admittedly, he is better with cases than people most of the time."

“You ought to know before I say yes or no, that Near and I have become friends. I have promised to be there for him, help when I can, and protect where I can. We have each other's contact information, and God help me, I'm going to learn how to do an email account. I won't do anything to hurt that. If we can work within those parameters, I'll try to see what I can do, but the boy may end up getting an ass whupping before he gets much older. I don't want to but he's almost to the point where I was when my Dad beat the tar out of me. I am not him, thank God, but Mello doesn't respect me because I haven't called him to task for his actions towards me. I don't like to get into fights normally. I don't mind them when I'm drunk. That's another story. I'll see what I can figure out.”

"I'll send L out to talk to you about this. It's my hope that when he sees you in action along with L, that it'll help. As far as Near is concerned, I'm grateful for that. You would be his first real friend."

“I'll talk to L but I will also talk to Near. I want to be his friend. I've been where he is as far as having no one. I won't jeopardize it in any way. I can't do that to him. So I tell him what I'm gonna do and I believe he'll respect that and not say anything. I trust Near more then I do Matt and Mello. Near thinks before he acts, and that's something I don't see often.”

Watari nodded. "I appreciate that, Dean. Near is lonely though I know he doesn't recognize the emotion. He and L are too isolated at times for my peace of mind."

“My concern is that geniuses do not usually have common sense and they need normalcy in their lives and to be around those who do have common sense. I'm gonna be there for Near, who, by the way, believes he's the next L. I think he may be right.”

"I think so as well..though not quite in the image he imagined. If Mello could calm down, they'd make an incredible team."

“I would agree, Sir. Near knows that Mello hates him, but I don't think the boy realizes that it bothers him that much. I'd like to help some way to bring them together. Not sure yet, but maybe if Mello does realize that I'm not a 'wuss', he'll watch my friendship with Near in a different way and begin to see the other side to Near that I have seen.”

"That, Dean, is our hope as well. Matt has no issues with Near but isn't aggressive enough to prove that point to Mello."

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.

Interlude with Near

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.”

The two headed out back towards a rocky trail up the mountain, Dean stopping to grab a shotgun, shells, and a knife, handing a shotgun and knife to Near also.

Mello was about to retort but was cut off by an incredibly icy look from L. Near said nothing, taking the weapons and tucking them away appropriately. He slipped on the white shoes, following the other.

Dean found a rock outcropping and climbed up, looking to see if the teen needed help, but Near seemed to have no problem He sat down and looked out over the the mountain slopes below them. To the right, through some trees, he saw a dirt road, and the cabin was to the left amongst rocky boulders and trees. Near sat next to him.

Dean looked at the boy. “You know, I can understand better then most about not wanting things to be different because it makes me feel unstable like something's not right. I live that way most of my life and it causes a lot of pain and loss. I can really understand the need to feel stable and safe. A couple of years ago, a demon named Azazel killed my mom. Things went to hell in a basket after that. I was four years old. My life was never the same. Insecurity, feeling unstable, and being overburdened with responsibilities has been my life ever since. I don't want that for anybody, Near.”

Dean swung his legs over the cropping and let his feet dangle. He looked up the at sun as it went past its zenith. He swallowed. “There was another demon, named Meg, who was trying to separate us. It all has to do with my brother. She possessed him and was using him to kill hunters. He thought he'd killed me but I caught him. We got into a couple of really nasty fights before we got her out of him. Bobby gave us a couple of these amulets and said they would prevent it happening again. Sam and I, we went and got them tattooed on our chests.” Dean pulled up his t-shirt and showed Near the black tattoo. “This is not something that I really wanted to have on my body for the rest of my life, but it was for safety and sanity, so I did it. What I gave you is only for a short while and it is a weapon that you wear. Like everything else you keep around you to feel stable and sane, do the same with it. Evil things have a hard time with it...demons can't deal with it at all. They can't enter you. I know it's not white and it's not what you feel comfortable with, but safety is part of stability and sanity. We'll sit here and be quiet and let you think on that.”

The quiet surrounded both of them as Dean finally lay on his back and watched the clouds going by overhead and let the young man consider what he had said.

Near broke the silence. "Near knows nothing about Near's father, only that Near's mother was a drug addict who gave birth to a premature albino baby. Near was handed from foster home to foster home as most people were unprepared for Near's intelligence or behaviors. Finally, Watari found Near and brought Near to a safe place where Near could learn." Large gray eyes turned to Dean for a moment. "Near is autistic and does not understand emotions. This frustrates the others. Mello especially. Change does not come easily for Near nor does other things. This is difficult for many to understand. Yet Watari and L have and do not mind."

Dean had tears in his eyes as he looked up at the boy. “I don't mind that, Near. You are smart, very much so, but you have qualities about you that show how you can see inside a person and you ask questions that make a person think about themselves and why they do things. I like you, Near. I can't help being protective of you when Mello starts that crap. I can't help it. I'm not gonna let him do it. Okay?

My story is different then yours, but in some ways it's similar. Similar in that there was a childhood that had no love, no mother who would care about you. I grew up fast, and never got to be a kid. My Dad wanted soldiers to help him fight and find his revenge. Sammy's life is way different from mine, but like it in others. He's angry. Me, I hurt. So, having emotions isn't all it's cut out to be. It may make people feel uncomfortable, but I'm gonna tell you something. You be you, and who you want to be. Don't worry about them.”

His fingers played with the robot toy he'd brought with him. "Because Dean Winchester has emotions, it makes Dean Winchester more effective at what Dean Winchester does. Near will be an adequate L but not to the level that the current L is. L understands emotions better than Near."

“Then find those you trust who have emotions and understand them and they will complete you and make you more then adequate, Near.”

"That is the difficult part as trust is hard to come by." He seemed almost too old for his age.

“Yeah, it is.. I'm 31 years old, Near. I trust Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and, to an extent, Castiel. They're the only real friends I've got. Now, I'm not sure of Sammy, and that terrifies me. Trust is hard to find, but you never give up trying. You have Watari for the time being, and L. I know there are problems with Mello, but what about Matt?”

"Near has no friends," was the soft answer before he went on to answer the rest. "Matt is a follower for the most part. While Matt is highly intelligent, Matt prefers the games and computers to the rest of what Near, Mello, and Matt are being trained for. Matt and Mello are close..where Mello goes, Matt follows. There is a deep bond there that Near does not understand." He looked at Dean. "Sam Winchester was possibly misled. Sam Winchester's only fault here is being human in Sam Winchester's desire to avenge family. L and Watari will help Sam Winchester understand this and give Sam Winchester the tools needed to move forward."

“Near, I'm your friend, and I will try to be here for you as much as I possibly can. I'm a hunter and on the road, but if you need anything, you call me. You got your cell, cause here's my number. You call me any time you need me. If I can't get there because of a case, I will send someone I trust to help you, but you won't be alone. I promise. I'll be the friend you need.”

The gray eyes went wider. "Dean Winchester would truly be Near's friend?"

Dean sat up and held out a hand, “Yeah, Near, and your protector as much as I can be. I'll be your friend for life.”

He didn't smile but his eyes held a light to them they hadn't had previously. A small hand rested in the bigger man's hand before a white cell phone was handed to Dean. "If Dean Winchester will give Near Dean's phone, Near will put Near's contact information into it."

A black phone was slid into Near's smaller hand and both began putting their information into each other's phones. Dean added Bobby's and Sam's phones as second contacts under his information, along with who they were. He gave Near back his phone, a gentleness in his eyes, and the laugh lines showing.

There were two phone numbers, plus a personal email address that had been put onto Dean's phone.

“I can use a computer for research, but I will get me an email address and we can send each other messages that way. I'll learn all about it, I promise. Come on, let's head back before it gets any later. You know about cleaning firearms as well using them? Sharpening blades? It's a good skill to have along with everything else you're learning.”

"Near's lessons in martial arts have taught Near about using bladed weapons. Near was also taught how to use and care for fire arms. Not that Near is fond of using them."

“All I've ever done is hunt monsters.. What I really would like to do is find a nice town to live in, open up a garage and be a mechanic, or even better, become the fireman I always wanted to be. I want to mow a lawn, plant a garden, and have the upkeep of a house to worry about. I'd like a wife and kids. It's what I want, Near. Whether I'll ever see it, I don't know. You seem to be proficient in a lot of things. Can you box, or fist fight if it became necessary?”

"Near has learned kung fu and can use it for self defense."

“Well, whatever you do, be a master at it, but always know a little bit more. I knew a sensei who taught tae kwan do. He also taught his people to box and grapple. He said it's never enough. That's for you to decide, though. You know what you need more then anyone.”

Dean got up and waited for Near. He'd thought about offering a hand but felt that Near might be not like that, so he waited.

The white haired teen rose. "Near is too small for those but has become effective with this style."

“Well, my friend, hopefully, they have a network going. We have to pinpoint the lair. You up to that? I imagine you are probably the best of the three with that.” Dean grinned as they headed back down the trail.

Near followed alongside. "Near will guide Mello, L, and Dean Winchester as best as Near can. With Near and Matt on the case, success will be given."

“You know what, Near? I believe you.”

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.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 6

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.

Capoeira

The hunter looked at Watari. “Where's L this morning?”

"He takes a bit of his morning to exercise and then clean up," was the soft answer. "He's practicing."

“Practicing?”

"Capoeira," Watari responded.

“I haven't heard of it? Martial art form?”

The older man nodded. "It is actually." He told Dean about the history of it.

“Like a dance? I bet it's beautiful to watch. Dad taught us how to fight. I'm not bad, but I am not trained in martial arts a whole lot. What we fight doesn't usually require it.”

"Would you like to see? If you're finished, I can show you. He's probably still working at the moment."

Dean's eyes lit up. “Yeah, I would..if he wouldn't mind.”

He shook his head, rising slowly as bones popped and creaked slightly. "He won't. Follow me."

Dean felt a sense of excitement run through him, and it had been a long time since he had felt it. He enjoyed anything that required the discipline that martial arts demanded. His dad required it from him daily. Being the good soldier took a lot.

Watari led him to a room connected to the suite, opening the door and leading Dean into the room but keeping the duo beside the wall. Music of an almost African, nature heavy with drums, filled the room. L, dressed in loose clothing, was lost in the rhythm. His agile form, which usually looked so frail in his usual clothing and slouched posture, performed flips, kicks, and kicks performed while in a hand stand. It was a dance..deadly but beautiful.

Dean stood stiff as a board, not moving an inch, gazing in awe at L's movements, and becoming drawn into the beat of the drums. His eyes never left the form of the slender man, becoming mesmerized by the control displayed.

Eventually, the workout came to an end and L stretched for a moment before his body sagged back into its usual slouching position. He shuffled towards them. "Good morning," he greeted them.

Dean couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was still on the movements and the control this slouching man had shown moments earlier, and he showed no signs of perspiration, heavy breathing, or weakness. He continued to stare at L, his eyes wide and mouth open. It wasn't rudeness that caused the lack of response It was total awe and respect for the man.

"Are you well, Dean?" The question was accompanied with wide eyes and soft voice as the detective watched him.

Dean came to himself and was flustered that he was actually blushing from embarrassment for being caught staring in such a way. “Huh? Er...I'm sorry. That was just totally awesome, man. Seriously awesome.”

A small half smile quirked the dark haired man's lips. "Thank you. Each of us practices a form of martial arts..for discipline, exercise, as well as self defense. Mello uses a style of karate, Matt an older form of Tae Kwan Do, and Near, due to his smaller size, a style of kung fu that utilizes speed over power."

Dean nodded. “I was never taught the regular discipline of martial arts, but my dad was a former marine, and we were taught to fight like them. I can usually handle myself in a fight. I can take the blows and stand my own against several men, but I've never fought someone who has had the discipline. Probably get my ass kicked. I enjoyed watching. Thanks.”

"You are most welcome. Watari, I believe it is Near's turn to go first this time." L kept them on a rotation so there wouldn't be any fighting over favoritism in regards to using the room after he had finished. "I must clean up. I will rejoin you in a short while."