Supernatural Death Note Chapter 151

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 Return of Castiel

Dean turned over feeling the coolness of the room on his face. Opening his eyes, he stared into a pair of brilliant blue ones staring intently at him. He jumped, a loud "Whoa!" being exclaimed. "Damn it, Cas. Personal space, man!"

"My apologies," he said softly, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the ones asleep. Ryuuzaki was the only one awake, reading a book and occasionally looking up to stare at the new comer.

Dean turned to look at the detective. His lip felt incredibly sore and stiff. He looked at the pillow noticing the slight blood stains. It had oozed some during the night, meaning that the stiffness was probably dried blood. Sighing softly he inched out the blankets so as not to wake Lisa.. He got up and headed to the bathroom. He return a few minutes later and put a pot of coffee on and a tea kettle. Turning to look at the fire, he noted that it was low. Walking past the angel, Dean muttered, "Excuse me, Cas." Soon a roaring fire was burning. Dean knelt, feeling it's warmth on his face. He got up and moved towards the couch and sat down on the opposite end from the detective.

The hunter looked up at the angel. "I was wondering if you were coming back or not. I figured you were out taking care of one of your other projects."

"There was a problem with one of my other wards," he said. "But I returned promptly as you invited me to stay for a while."

"I hope you ward is all right. You missed all the fun, but hell, we got another day of it. I'm assuming it's still coming down outside?"

"This will probably not end for a few more days," he said. "There is another system behind it."

"A few days? It's about four days to Thanksgiving and we are not going to be able to even thaw out the turkey. Well, Bobby, Sam, and I are used to that, but no one else here is. Damn it. I so wanted things to go right this year."

"Why can it not go well? Put the turkey in front of the fireplace to thaw, then roast it pilgrim style," he pointed out. "Use the small stove there to make the fixings. I believe there is enough baked goods to make things even more pleasant for everyone. This will just have to be done as the pilgrims did."

"How do you know about pilgrims, Cas? Don't tell me. Was the ward you watched famous?"

"Famous? No, a small girl in India," he said with a smile. "And I know because I had a charge during that time period. I watched them prepare the original feast."

Dean stared, a look of confusion on his face. He shook his head to clear it. "Okay. Two questions. Was your charge during the pilgrim feast one of the famous ones? Why are you having to watch a little girl in India? She got some special thing that's gonna to happen her?"

"No, not famous. A simple Puritan boy back in the day," he said. "And I do not only watch the ones with big plans in their future, Dean. I also watch out for the ones that have simple lives that will touch a few that they interact with."

"Yeah, well...I filled those already, Cas. I don't have any more big plans ahead of me, do I?" Troubled eyes stared up at the angel standing near the fire.

The angel looked over at L and met his dark eyes. L would not know what was ahead for him. Only the Father knew and had told Cas to continue to be there for Dean and Sam. The detective must not die. He would suicide if they are not involved. It was not the time yet.

"There is something we must speak of later," he murmured. "Now is not the time but trust me, this is more along the lines of something different than you know. At the moment, you have started a new path. You will not walk it alone."

Dean just stared in shock. He got up to check on the tea kettle and coffee. His hands were shaking at this point. He had thought his hunting days were down to an occasional job for L. The apocalypse had been averted. He poured water over a tea bag, put it on a plate, and brought it with sugar cubes and creamer to L.

"You want some tea, Cas?" he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"I would love some, Dean. Thank you," he said. He didn't need to eat human food but enjoyed it at times, thanks to Dean's influence.

Dean fixed Cas' tea the way he knew angel drank it. Turning to take the tea to his friend, he almost dropped it. Cas was about two feet from him. The angel took the mug from the hunter. Dean's eyes showed he was upset, but said nothing, except, "Oh! Here you go, Cas." The human followed the angel back to the main part of the room. He went and sat on the pallet next to a sleeping Lisa. He suddenly felt scared.

Castiel took a sip and gave an appreciative smile before sensing the fear. "Dean, please come with me for a moment," he said, rising

Dean up looked from where was sitting , staring at the woman he was about to marry. "There's not a warm spot in this cabin, except this room, Cas. I'm in my pajamas. Give me a minute grab my coat and gloves."

"Not necessary," he said, tapping him and keeping him warm for the moment. "Come with me."

"We'll be back, Ryu." Turning to Cas, he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Castiel led him into the kitchen, then silenced the room so no one would hear him. "What is coming, I can only give a few hints and reassurances. The person in the line of fire is the detective," he told him. "The Father has seen what is coming ahead and wants you and Samuel to aid L in it. If he does not have the help of you both and Bobby's guidance, he will not survive the coming case."

"He dies? What about the others? Watari? Matt? Mello?.......Near?"

"If he dies, the losses will be catastrophic and the good that L will do will be diminished," he said. "His death will cause a lot of problems. It must be averted," he told him. "You will be needed to help him and prevent anything happening to L and the others."

Dean tried to put a lighter tone to his voice, but it was difficult. "Double duty, then. When will this happen? How much time do we have at home before this happens, Cas?"

"I am not sure," he said. "You will know when it does. L will be asking for your aid now that he knows you two."

"He's only asked for it once so far. We did a job in Pennsylvania with Mello. Cas, this job that is going to be so important...will it cause danger to Lisa, Ben, and Sarah?"

"No," he answered. "As long as they keep their heads down and remain law abiding citizens. Dean, you must not share anything I have told you with the others. Sam and Bobby may know when you can pull them aside. However, we cannot affect the course of what will be. Even I cannot affect this."

Dean looked at the angel in front of him. "Maybe it's better if don't say anything to anyone. I don't want to ruin the holidays for anyone, Cas."

"After Christmas, you need to tell Sam and Bobby so they are not taken unaware when it happens," he answered. "I have faith that you will do all you can to help L when the time comes."

Dean looked into the wide blue eyes. "I owe L and Watari as much as I owe you, Cas."

"They do not consider it a debt, Dean, nor do I. Now, we should go back in and enjoy the company there," he said to his friend.

Dean walked over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer section. Shaking his head, he turned and walked towards the main room, following the angel. After entering the room he went to his duffel and pulled out some clothes. Everyone was still asleep except Sam who was now drinking a cup of coffee, and L who had a second cup of tea. Dean stayed in the big room and began to get dressed. He reached over for his boots.

Sam looked at his brother. "Going somewhere?"

"There's no turkey in the kitchen freezer. I don't imagine anything else is in there either. I'm going to grab an empty box and go get the stuff in the storeroom outside. Be back in a bit," Dean answered as he grabbed his coat from the pile near the door.

"It's a big bird," he told his brother. "Give me a few and I'll go with you to help."

"Okay," the older hunter responded, fastening his coat. "Thanks."

Sam set his coffee aside and got his outdoor gear on before heading to go out with Dean.

As they walked towards the patio in the freezing house, Dean asked his brother, "How'd you know I would be going outside this morning? You were already dressed."

"You usually like a bit of a walk first thing to clear your head and the like," he said. "And with Thanksgiving coming, I figured you'd probably be getting things together for that too."

"You're right. They're not gonna let me walk in this. The groceries need to be brought in. It gives me a minute."

"Yup and I'm helping, so no one can say you're trying to overdo. That and I had a feeling you needed to talk. You looked a bit upset after you came back in with Cas," he told him.

Dean stopped outside the storeroom and looked up to meet the taller man's eyes. Sam could the see the ice that was coming down sticking to his brother's eyebrows and lashes. Dean was at a loss for words for the moment. He wanted to tell his brother, but didn't want to ruin anything.

"Dean, you know I"m with you to the end, so what's going on?"

Watari, and the boys. No one."

"Understood," he answered. "What's going on?"

"I think we may be facing something as big as the apocalypse, Sammy. It involves L. If we don't handle this right, they could all die. Cas said everyone knowing could change the future. He said you and I are trusted by L and we would save him. Bobby would be the adviser helping L. L would listen to him, I guess. I got scared about the girls and Ben. He said that as long as they behave themselves, stay low, there would be no problems. I sure as hell hope he's right." Dean tried to open the storage room, but the lock was frozen with ice over it. "Ah, damn it. You got a lighter?"

He searched his pockets, then turned it over to Dean. "Cas didn't say anything other than that?"

"You know how L is. He will call on this one. It's gonna be bad, Sam. Cas said if L dies it will be catastrophic. I'm not crazy about those words. I owe L my life. I'm not gonna let him down."

"I can see why it'd be bad if L's life is at risk. The boys really aren't old enough yet to take over," Sam said. "It'd be like giving Ben a gun and throwing him into a hunt. It's something none of them are ready for. Ben will never have to live our lives, and the boys are still being educated to follow in L's footsteps. We've got to do what we can to help them."

"I am just worried about the girls and Ben. I haven't had the greatest luck with love, Sammy. I don't want to lose this. I have to do this, but will Lisa understand the risks and not leave?"

"She'll understand..especially if she knows that it's to protect them," he told him.

"I hope so, Sammy. I can't give her any warning. I sure as hell have no idea what we're up against to even get ready for it. Cas doesn't seem to know. He won't tell us if he does. Something about messing what has to happen and the damage that could be done. It's like a time travel thing, I think. You don't want to mess anything up. I don't know. My mind is screwed up right now. I thought we'd be doing simple hunts for L. I just never expected anything like this." Dean finally got enough heat to the lock to melt the ice. He unlocked the door and both entered the storeroom and out of the storm.

Sam's voice was soft. "All we have to do is tell them that L gave us the mission through Ryuuzaki, and Cas said that it was vital we make sure that L remains alive. She'll understand that."

"Yeah, she will. She's got to," Dean answered softly in return. For a second a look of mischief crossed his face. "Yours will want to hunt with you."

Dean set the box on the floor and walked to the large freezer. He found the turkey. He picked it up and turned, bumping into his brother. "Yeah?".

"Oh I imagine she will," he laughed. "Um..are you dancing with the bird?"

Looking up into his brother's grinning face, Dean smiled back. "I didn't think I was. Are you cutting in?"

"No, I don't think so," he snickered.
Dean nodded, "Good. Let me go put my partner in the box." Moving around his brother, he placed the large bird in the box and turned to look at the shelves of food. "Well, we can't make home made stuffing. There's no way to bake it. We could put some in the bird, but's going to be a strange roasting in the fireplace. I'm thinking about putting it in a that large Dutch oven up on the top shelf. We can set it inside the fireplace on some of the logs that have charcoaled and put coals on top. Gonna take a long time. I figure we'll need to cook it overnight, possibly. I can't guarantee the temperature. We'll heap the wood coals around it.Should work, I would think. Just in case they don't want to make stuffing for just the bird, we can grab a few boxes of the stuffing mixes over there. Almost everything is supposed to bake. We can boil and mash potatoes. We could have corn on the cob. There won't be pies or cakes, but there's plenty of cookies in the kitchen. I think Lisa made candy and some brownies of some kind. That will have to do. What do you think, Sammy."

"She's got cookies and baked goods, so we're good there. I think we can slice things up for a relish tray and use some of the homemade bread in place of rolls. Cranberry sauce, I think that's in the fridge," he said softly.

"There's corn on the cob in the big freezer. The potatoes are in a bin over there. I bet they got freezer burn bad. The breads are the kitchen. Cranberry sauce is in the refrigerator over there.. I'll grab the stuff on the shelves first. If you want to look in the refrigerator out here, and see what is salvageable for a relish tray. There should be some cheeses at least. I see some olives up here on the shelf. There's several kinds of pickles. Do people eat pickles on Thanksgiving, Sammy?" Dean was putting the items he found on the shelf that he had mentioned in the box while he talked.

"On the relish trays, yeah," he said, grabbing everything he could find for the holiday meal.

Dean had the box filled to the brim, and looked at the remaining items that needed to go into the cabin. He stood up and looked for a container to carry food in. He remembered seeing a plastic bin in Near's solarium. "I'll be right back We need something to carry the rest of this in and I know where there's one."

"Okay, I'll bring these in and come back for the rest unless you want me to hit the main kitchen for the other stuff?"

"I can bring the rest. Go ahead and hit the main kitchen. It's all got to thaw and the room is not hot enough, so we need every minute we've got."

"All right, don't take long, Dean. Too damned cold out here," he said, heading off to bring the food in.

The older brother entered the solarium They had set up some special burners with hot coals and in them. He put some new ones in them and realized they needed to check the green houses. He made a pass through to reset fires. He did not want to lose everything. Walking out from the last green house, he picked up the plastic bin and headed towards the storeroom when he saw his brother, Watari, Mello, and Matt. Dean froze. He he looked at each face. Sam and Watari's worried him. "I'm in trouble, right?"

"No, you're fine. Skin is a good color. Actually, we're glad you thought of getting this ahead of time. Where were you heading next," Watari asked him.

"I was heading back to the storeroom. I needed something to put the Dutch oven and the remaining food in this bin. I remembered seeing it in Near's solarium. We can put the turkey in it and set it near the fire place so it will thaw in time."

"That's a good idea," he answered. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"Yeah? Okay, the Dutch oven and the remaining items for the Thanksgiving dinner. Sam and I figured out what would work."

"Anything we need to check on?"

"Not that I can think of. I've just got to get the Dutch down off the top shelf. The food is all over the counter space in there. I'll load it around and on top of the Dutch oven and bring it on in."

"All right," the older male said. "Just shout at us if you need something."

Dean smiled, reached over and retrieved the bin from Mello who, thinking Watari was going to have them do it, had taken the container from him, and headed towards the storeroom. He finished loading the bin. It took a few minutes to get the Dutch oven down but he managed it. He felt a little more confident when no one took the job away from him and the compliment over the green houses and solarium helped him also. He walked up to the patio and worked to the get door open with the large container in his arms.

Near opened the door for him, helping him into the house. "Sam is in the kitchen, retrieving the last of the items needed."

"Thanks, Near. Does Watari know you are out here in stocking feet?" Dean kept walking as he talked. "Let's get this inside before you catch pneumonia or something."

No, Watari does not,' he said, following him in. "However, Near was not out here long enough to become ill."

"Okay," Dean replied, "Let's get this inside the main room. My fingers are going numb even with the gloves on."

Near nodded, opening more doors.

They passed Sam on the way through. Near opened the last door and Dean entered. "Thanks, Near. Go sit by the fire and warm up. Where do you want this? The bin will be perfect for the putting the turkey in to thaw. Lis? Sarah?"

"Yeah?" Sarah's voice sounded groggy as she answered him back.

Everyone could see a look of surprise on the hunter's face. "Lisa?"

Lisa yawned rolling over. "Huh?" She wasn't quite awake yet.
Dean had not realized how early he had fallen asleep the night before. The confusion in his eyes was almost comical. "I'll just set it over here?" he asked softly, setting the bin on the other side of the table. "Go on back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's ok," she mumbled, then face planted onto the pillow, out again. Sam laughed softly, encouraging Sarah to conk back out as well.
Dean stood up after setting the bin down. His face was rather red from the ice and wind. He looked at his brother and shrugged, looking much younger then his age. He took his gloves off and tried to unbutton his coat. Sam watched his brother as he fumbled with numb fingers, a look of frustration forming on his face. Instead of getting the coat unbuttoned, he walked to the fire and put his hands out, trying to warm them and get them working.

Sam slipped up beside him, unbuttoning the coat for him. "Too cold out there," he murmured, getting the garment undone for him. "Cas said another system was right behind this one. I'm glad we're pretty self sufficient here."

Dean was quiet for a second. He looked into his brother's hazel eyes and a half smile formed. "Thanks, Sammy. Yeah, I'm glad too. I'm gonna have to find better gloves then what they sold me."

"I think so," he said. "We'll head out there to find something warmer after this weather breaks."

That would be great. Sammy," Both men looked up as Watari brought them a cup of hot tea. Dean smiled his thanks and went to sit down on the pallet next to his fianceé.

Sam grinned, helping get the food set up to thaw. "Not a problem, Dean."

The older man sat and watched the proceedings, holding onto the mug of tea with both hands. His fingers were stiff and tingling unmercifully. He kept quiet about it. It was bad enough he couldn't unbutton his coat.

Watari took one of Dean's hands, checking it over. "Not frostbitten," he murmured. "Keep them around the cup. It'll help."

Dean looked up at the older man. "I'm fine, sir," he said softly. "My fingers are numb and my whole hands are tingling like an electrical shock. They were just cold too long."

"Just keep it warm for now," he said to him.

"Yes, Sir. I will. Thank you."

Ben walked over and sat next to Bobby who had gotten up about thirty minutes before. "Can I ask a question?" he asked the older man.

Bobby looked at the boy. "Sure, Ben, what's going on?"

"Why does Dad call Watari, 'Sir,' like that? He sounds like a private in an Army movie and Watari is a general. Why does he do that?"

"It's a sign of respect," he said. "Watari is an older man and someone your father respects."

"It's not the same. Watari takes care of everyone and he's a good cook, but Dad acts like he's his boss and maybe Dad's afraid Watari won't like something he did. It's weird. You and Uncle Sam don't do that. Nobody else does. It's just Dad."

Bobby listened for a moment, thinking. "Watari is a capable person who has saved your dad in a special way. It's definitely someone he respects a good deal."

"That's all it is? I thought Dad was afraid to make him mad. He always asks him 'Did I do something wrong?' I didn't understand why he did that. I thought Ryuuzaki did as much for him. I guess I was wrong. Thanks."

It was hard to explain it in a way that Ben would understand. Maybe Dean could do so when he was older.

Dean held onto the warmth of the tea as he slowly drank the dark brew. He watched his son talking to his adopted grandfather, wondering what was so interesting. He sighed. the last week had been so busy. He hadn't had time to talk much with either one of them. He needed to take care of that.

Bobby flashed him a smile, getting comfortable on his pallet.

Dean watched his son join Mello and Matt on their pallet. He got up and walked over and sat down next to the man he thought of as his Dad. "You look comfortable enough."

"I am, surprisingly," he chuckled. "You warming up?"

"Yeah, I'm getting there" Dean was quiet for a minute. He watched his son talking animatedly with the two teens.

"What's on your mind, son?"

"The pillow fight yesterday was fun, wasn't it?" Bobby looked at the swollen lip and slightly bruised nose and just waited. Dean finally looked at him, "We need to talk later." Dean looked back at his son. "He all right? He sure looked serious when he was talking to you."

"He was curious as to why you call Watari, Sir."

Dean turned red with embarrassment, "It's become a habit, I think."I told him that he'd helped you a lot, a bit of a boss at times, and worthy of respect," he told him.

"Yeah, that's a pretty big part of it. I was so messed up for a while...thinking the wrong things,.....saying the wrong things......and hell, doing the wrong things."

"You're getting better, Dean. I'm proud of the progress you've made," he said to his surrogate son.

"That means a lot. Sam and I were doing something ... maybe in the garden. We may have been eating. I'm not sure. Something happened and Watari got rather upset. That's probably not right. A lot of those days run together. I only know that I thought that he was reprimanding me like Dad used to do. That locked itself in my mind for a long time. I couldn't handle being yelled at. I know I stiffened and said, 'Yes, Sir.'. All I could think of was don't yell at me. Some how it came down to needing his approval. I've been getting better, but I still want his approval and respect. I say, "Sir," now because I respect him and his authority. It's a story I can't tell Ben. I sure as hell wouldn't tell Watari or L. The reason is back there, but it's changed because I've changed."

"That's all that matters," he said softly. "You're fine, Dean. You're doing just fine."

"I think I am, I have lapses but not as many as before. I'm not just trying to heal me but relationships too. It's not easy.

"It takes time, but you're making good progress. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Bobby. I want to make you proud of me. I love you. It's important to me."

He hugged him. "Love you too, Dean."

Dean held him tight, sniffed a little, then pulled away. He spoke to the group, "I don't how long the Sleeping Beauties are going to be sleeping, so what are we doing for breakfast?"

Everyone laughed and the day turned to normal things, consisting of cooking, cleaning up, talking, and playing games. Most of the week went this way. Castiel would come and go. Wednesday night, Watari and the girls made stuffing and put it in the turkey. Sam had made a place for the Dutch oven. Cas showed him how it was done centuries before. The turkey was placed in the fireplace. Sam set his alarm because it was the loudest in the room. Someone would baste the turkey, rebank the fire, and Sam would reset his alarm. Everyone slept well as the night turned to the wee morning hours of Thanksgiving and the ice storm broke. It began to snow.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 50

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.

Movies and Conversations

Dean walked over to Watari. “It's gonna be a long day, Watari. No one's eaten. Can we set up a movie room somewhere with the extended versions of the three Lord of the Rings movies, and have a movie day? Sam, Near, Mello, Matt, and me? Just keep us supplied with healthy foods, and let us keep our minds off what's going on?”

The old man smiled. "Consider it done. Head to floor four. The boys are there. Tell them to take you two to the theater area."

Dean grinned. “Thanks, Watari. Theater? We get it on big screen? Fantastic! Hey, Sam, follow me. Gotta surprise for you.”

Dean headed for the door.

Sam followed his brother, interested to see what Dean was up to.

Dean hit the fourth floor button. When the elevator stopped, he yelled for the boys.

"What?!" Mello looked up from his computer.

“Where's the theater area. We are gonna to be inundated with healthy snacks. Sorry about that, guys, and the greatest trilogy ever made, extended versions. Come on. Lead the way!”

"Movies?" Matt had heard that. "Really?"

“Yeah, and I hope you like them. I think they're great, and the extended versions are wonderful.” Dean noticed his brother giving him weird looks. He stared back, trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

"Sweet!" He grabbed Mello and Near, pulling them with him. The white haired one barely had time to grab his robot before being dragged. "Let's go! Let's go!"

Dean grinned at them, turned and said, “Come on, Sam.” He turned and followed the boys.

The group headed to another room where comfortable chairs and cushions were in abundance with a large high definition television and surround sound system two-thirds of the way from the end wall. Watari had the movies waiting to be put in as well as snacks on a buffet table with drinks on ice.

Everyone was filling plates, while Dean put disk 1 of movie one in the player. He then turned to the buffet. There were a lot of sweets and snacks the boys would like, but there were also things Dean could have, and Sam would like. Dean did put a little potato salad on his, but mainly headed to a wonderful bacon ranch dressing. He had veggies, small turkey sausages, some buttered rye bread, and deviled eggs. He poured himself a large ice tea and magnanimously handed the controller to Sam, grinning.

Sam laughed, getting the food and drinks for himself, then set up the first movie, “Everyone ready?

“Yeah! Turn it on, Sam.”

He pressed play, curling up with the food and watching as the boys settled comfortable with their own snacks to watch the movie.

The Credits for Fellowship of the Ring started playing.

The teenagers were enthralled with the movie, barely remembering to eat at most parts of it.

Everyone used the changing of disks to get more food, drink, or for bathroom breaks. Dean walked up to Sam. “Why'd you stare at me so strange when I told boys I'd picked an extended trilogy?” He handed Sam a fresh plate of food and a drink.

"You're full of energy usually and the last time we tried to watch this, you were up and down a lot. Thanks for the food," he responded.

“Sam, I got badly burned, viciously attacked, quickly healed by an incredibly worn out angel, and that didn't give me complete healing. Then right after the healing was the rescue, shooting, and capture of Ruby. I don't remember much after that. When I finally came too, I was exhausted. Worse then I can ever remember. Watari said my diet had given me nothing left to heal with. My body's been fighting to get me well. Top it off with mental and emotional draining like nothing I've known before. You're right, I am beginning to think I don't remember much about this movie, but we needed something long, and well... I don't feel like getting up and down. So, this seemed like a good idea.” The smaller man smiled softly at his brother. Sam noticed the circles under the eyes, and a look of fatigue.

“They tell me you spent your time off in a session with L. I was told you were tired, but happy, and you went to bed at 6:30?”

He nodded, taking the change of subject in stride. "I was exhausted. He really put me through a lot."

“Sam, you were off because of the addiction sessions the day before. Then that video. Why? What about it made you happy? Can you share what happened.?”

"Because I realized that I am worthy of being forgiven, Dean. That I don't have to be angry all the time."

Dean eye's shown bright with unshed tears. “That's the best news I've heard from you in a long time,Sam.”

He smiled, tearfully as well. "Yeah...I'm getting there. And I'd love to see it happen to you too."

Dean looked confused. “Sam. I..is it not enough to just realize I'm not all those things I've been accused of down through the years? I'm trying desperately to reach that. I don't have anger issues, Sam. That's not been my problem. I've been angry before but I've been able to let it go after a while. But some things you can't be forgiven for, Sam. L said something today that made no sense to me. I just shrugged it off, because there are things. There just are” The smile was a sad one. “I am getting better, Sam. There's just a lot to get through.”

"Dean...you have to learn to love yourself.." There was a lot of concern in his voice.

“Sam, I'm trying to make myself believe I'm not a whore. Okay? There's crap worse then that in my life. Other then you and Bobby, and maybe Ellen, there's not a damn person on this planet that loves me. Okay. I know what's in me,and I know what I've done, so how can you expect that?”

"Because I love you, dummy, and I want you happy!"

“Happy? God, I wish I could be. I don't remember what it feels like, Sam. Not really.”

He set his food down, kneeling in front of his brother. "You'll get there.”

“Did you know that L thinks that I fulfilled the prophecy in hell because I was a righteous man? What the hell does that mean, Sam? Everything I do turns out wrong. What's righteous about my life?”

"You have a firm sense of right and wrong. You help people without asking for a damned thing in return. Remember the kid that didn't talk?"

“I would think that hell erased all of it, Sam.”

"No, it didn't. Even good men can break. It doesn't make them less good."

“It does when they enjoy it, Sam. I am going to continue these sessions, and face everything and strive to deal with every one of them, but hell's off limits, because that's where I lost it all, and there's really no going back from that. Okay?”

He cupped Dean's face. "Listen to me...you know how I'm sure you're still a good person?"

His voice sounded listless, “How, Sam?”

Sam angled himself so Dean could see the three teens on the floor, watching the second half of the first movie. All three were transfixed, even Near, whose eyes were wide as he watched. "You bonded with three kids who would have been written off as misfits..especially Near," his voice was soft as he answered. "You love them, make them laugh, play with them...bad people don't do that. You want proof..those three are living proof."

Hazel eyes stared blearily at the three boys, and he smiled at the rapt attention to the movie. He looked at Sam. “Really?” He looked back at the boys, Near being enthralled. He remembered talking about Middle Earth and the redwoods and Mallorns. He smiled, as he looked at Mello, who had hated him; Matt, who tried to teach him how to play video games, something Dean knew he'd never be good at. Sam was right, he did love them. He cared about them.

"Damn it, they are not misfits. They're special is all." He turned and looked at Sam. “That makes me okay?”

"Makes you more than okay."

“Okay. How the hell do I fix me? I just keep finding more filth. L's gonna get tired of this. He really is.”

"I doubt it. He knows we have issues and says that he'll keep at it as long as we're willing."

“L mentioned hell and said that from knowing me, he knew I was a righteous man. Sam, he brought it up. It's gonna come up soon. Don't know how to do that. I really don't. It was...I can't do that, Sam.”

"You're going to have to face it, Dean..for your own health."

“Whichever one of them takes that on, I don't envy him.”

"I know, but I know you can do it."

“You know I can do it? Sam, you have no idea how hard it was to tell you that little bit I told. To go in depth. Ohhhh. I don't envy him.”

He smiled at him. "I have faith in you." Sam moved back to his seat. "Now, enough emo shit. We're missing the movie," he teased.

They ended up watching over twelves hours of Lord of the Rings. Watari kept food and drinks on the buffet through the entire marathon. When Sam returned to Hobbiton and the music started. Dean smiled. He hadn't realized how much of the movies he'd actually missed. He was stretched back, almost relaxed, when Watari entered to let them know the church was protected, and everyone got out unharmed.

Sam smiled at that news, thanking him for letting them know.

“Watari, will they be back here tonight, or resting somewhere and back tomorrow?”

"Bobby is returning, the rest are heading back to their locations."

“When will the debriefing be? Tomorrow?”

"Yes, once he's rested and ready."

Dean stood up. “Guys, this has been one of the best times I've ever had. Thank you. I'll say good night to you.” He looked at Sam. “I've been a little on edge, but trying to relax, all day. I think I'll walk a while before heading to bed. Night, Sam.”

Everyone went their own way to grab some sleep.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 49

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.

Bobby Starts to Hear the Truth

“Yeah, there needs to be some things said and known before he gets sent out there. Can you ask Sam to come too, and Watari?”

He nodded, placing the calls "They'll meet us in the room where the video was shown to your brother."

“Has he already been asked to do this?”

"Not yet, I will ask him when we get up there."

“Before we talk, and the video and stuff?”

"If you wish."

“Yeah, I do.”

He nodded. "As you wish." The man rose, heading towards the door. "We should go to meet them."

L and Dean reached the top floor before the others. Dean was pacing back and forth, nerves on edge.

Watari arrived first with Bobby right behind him, Sam was with their mentor.

Dean was nervous. “Can everyone find a seat? Bobby, I'd been thinking about this last night and woke up early because of it, but before we can do anything else, L needs to talk to you. Sam, we can't be involved in this.”

The detective told Bobby what was going on and what he needed for the hunter and Ellen to do. The older man frowned, listening quietly, and then agreed to be flown down to meet with the woman to get the protections in place. He would call Ellen once they were ready. He would also bring other hunters.

Dean was still standing during all of this. Sam could see how nervous he was and was wondering exactly what his brother was doing.

“Bobby, this part was planned before I knew this thing with Ellen was gonna happen. Sam and I have been dealing with all the crap of our past, but we left something important out of it. You. I knew you always told us we were like your own kids, but it clicked in my mind that you really meant it. Some things I've told has made me realize that we should have been telling you everything. Yesterday, I broke down and told L something that I'd never told anyone. The only person who knew was Dad.”

The hunter stopped for a minute, shaking a little.

"Go on, Son," he murmured, watching Dean.

“About sixteen years ago, Dad brought Sammy to you and left. He came back a week later with me, and I was in pretty bad shape. Nothing was told to you or Sam until yesterday. L videotaped what I said. I want you to watch and not say anything til the end. If you would just allow me that? Can you do that, Bobby. No getting mad, yelling, or anything at anyone til it's over.? Please?”

Bobby nodded. "I can."

“Okay. L?”

Dean walked to the back of the group and sat by himself. He turned a chair and stared out a window, trying to distance himself from what he'd already been through twice yesterday, knowing it would fail.

L turned on the video. Everyone watched and listened.

Sam went to his brother's side, staying there as a silent supporter in case Dean needed him.

The older Winchester stared up at his brother, his eyes almost glazed over. Sam could see how terrified he was of this.

When the video ended, Bobby's voice broke the silence..tight and controlled. "I should've used the damn rifle instead of a shotgun the last time that ass came to my home. Dean, Son, come here."

The boy was shaking hard. He struggled to get out of the chair. Sam reached down to help him. Taking a deep breath, Dean Winchester walked towards the one man whose good opinion meant more then life to him. He stood before the older man, eyes closed, afraid to see what might be on the other man's face.

"Look at me, Dean."

The older Winchester brother jumped as if in shock. His eyes wide, he looked at Bobby Singer.

"John Winchester deserves to go back to hell and roast for what he did. Right now..you two are MY boys and I'll be damned if I'm going to push you away. You are NOT at fault for what happened. Do you understand?"

“Bobby, I....” No words would come. Dean bowed his head, body trembling.

"You understand me, boy?"

There were tears in the choked voice as Dean's head nodded, and he whispered, “Yes, Bobby.”

He hugged the eldest Winchester boy. "I love you both, damn it, and I'm not going to let you two go without a fight."

“Don't let go, Bobby, and don't stop fighting.”

"You got it..just promise me..both of you promise me you'll do the same."

“I promise, Bobby. Sammy?”

The taller brother joined the hug, and said that he promised.

Watari smiled, knowing this would go a long way in helping the healing process.

Dean laid his head against Bobby's shoulder, with Sam against his bad shoulder. The three holding on in a way Dean had needed for a long time.

He looked up at Bobby. “I know there are gonna be other hunters there, but you promise me you'll come back from that damned tomb.”

"With Ellen watching my back? That's almost a sure thing. I'll be back."

“Take care of her too, Bobby. Promise me.”

"Again, sure thing. I ain't letting her down..or you two."

“Bobby, Cas betrayed his brothers. He's on the run, but he put sigils outside the church. They'd have to be Ananochian. He said demons could not get in or out, Bobby. He also said he couldn't stop angels. Be careful. I can show you a spell, Anna used that will remove angels for a while. Can I borrow a knife?”

L watched the younger hunter lead the older hunter to a window that could be cleaned easily. He cut his hand open and did a complicated design on the glass. He showed him what had to be done to activate it. L realized that Dean had used his right hand to try and cut a straight cut in the palm of his left hand. He'd removed the bandages and made the cut. He couldn't get a straight one, and he now had a nice open wound in that hand. He shook his head, wondering what kind of life the man had lived, and how many injuries had he had?

The genius memorized the sigil quickly, then looked back to his computer, drawing it on a program and printing it..just in case Bobby and Ellen needed it.

The paper was handed to Bobby. "Okay, let's get things rolling. Calls are made, everyone's ready." The hunter looked a bit excited.

Dean hated being left behind. He knew there was a good crew going, and the hunter felt good about it. He watched Bobby making a list of what was needed. L was on the phone so the items would be at the chopper pad. Dean looked over at Sam.

Sam tilted his head. "Good hunting, Bobby. We'll be waiting on you."He grinned at his brother. "Want to go haunt the library or find the trio to torment

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 17

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

The Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aw, come on...give a guy a break.”

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

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

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

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

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

He screamed, “Now!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All accounted for," he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 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.”