Supernatural Death Note Chapter 134

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

Guests for Supper

“Sam, I need to talk to you before we go out there.”

The younger Winchester had been so involved in the story, he jumped when he heard his brother's voice break the silence. "Damn...sure, what's up?"

“We have company coming, ya know? Anyway, there’s this elderly lady and her grandson. His name is Andy. He’s got a birth defect and parents that did him wrong.....abused him, Sam. Anyway, the grandmother is getting too old to care for him. I hoped we.....hell, I don’t know.”

There was a knock at the doors and Ben was asking them to come join everyone. Dean looked up at his brother, and Sam could see his eyes were glistening. His brother gave him a small smile and headed to the door. “Let’s go meet our company, Sammy.”

He put a bookmark in the book and fell into step with his brother. "What's his name?"

“I only know it’s Andy. I didn’t get his last name or his Grandmother’s.”

He nodded. "Let's see what happens," he told his brother. "Must be something special to capture your attention like that."

Dean lowered his head and mumbled something.

Sam laughed. "Try it again?"

“He....well...he reminds me of you, Sammy.”

He paused at that, turning to look at his brother. "How so?"

“You were this skinny little kid, Sammy. Smart as whip, but you were hurting. Other than me and Bobby, when we got to see him, you had nobody, Sam. You never had Mom. Hell, neither of us had Dad much. Andy’s parents abused him. He’s got an old grandma. When she goes, who’s gonna want a kid with a brace and a cane?”

A look of understanding reached his face. "I can't wait to meet him," he said softly.

Dean opened the door to the main room, and they entered. He stood looking around at everyone. Most of them were on the patio or in the main kitchen. He took a deep breath, looking for two women, Lisa and Sarah.

Both were setting the table as Bobby fussed over the grill, getting the coals ready to cook the meat.

Sam watched his brother look around and hesitate. He walked over to the darker of the two and put his arms around her waist and pull her towards him, laying his chin on her shoulder and whispering in her ear. He looked over at Sarah and whispered “Hi, Sarah. I heard cars?”

"I was about to head out to say hi," Sarah said to her future brother in law.

“Why don’t all four of us go? Doc should be here and Nancy has a special friend. There’s a couple of other people I want us all to meet.”

The group nodded, following Dean out to the car.

The doctor was getting out of the back seat, helping a young boy get out of the car.

Dean strolled over. “Hey, Doc,” he said as he squatted down until he was eye to eye with the young boy. “You must be Andy?” Dean held out a large hand toward the much smaller one that wasn’t holding a cane.

Sam assisted the older woman out of the car, watching as the little one shyly shook his brother's hand. "Hi," he whispered, blushing and looking wide eyed at his grandmother.

Dean smiled and looked at the elderly woman with Sam. Another car pulled up and Dean saw Nancy in the passenger seat but didn’t get a look at the person driving. “My name is Dean and that’s my brother, Sam, with your grandma. The lady behind me is Lisa. The lady with my brother is Sarah.”

The elderly woman carefully made her way to where her grandson was, leaning heavily against Sam's arm. "I'm Elsbeth. Thank you for the invitation," she said softly.

“You’re welcome, Elsbeth. Let’s go inside. He has a cough, so I heard the doc say. It’s getting colder out.” Dean held the little boy’s hand and led the way inside.

It was slow going though no one showed impatience as they headed towards the enclosed patio.

Dean introduced everyone and left them with the others as he headed back to the door to greet Nancy and her special friend.

Sarah was very entranced with the shy boy, who was interacting with the others in a quiet way that spoke of his upbringing. It must have been very hard fothe older woman to raise a child, especially one with health issues. Andy kept looking up at her and finally gave her a shy smile.

Dean opened the door and greeted Nancy. He turned and held out his hand to her date.

She gave him a warm smile back, watching him talk to the others.

"I'm Erica," she told him. "Thank you for inviting us."

Dean took her hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you, Erica. Come on in. Bobby’s putting the meat on. Nice group here. We’ll have some music and who knows.”

She grinned. "Sounds good to me."

“All right!” Dean led the way out to the patio. “Hey everyone! Come meet Erica!”

Everyone greeted her with warmth, making her feel a part of the group straight off. She laughed, greeting them back with equal warmth.

The boys asked if they could go up L’s and play video games. They asked Andy if he wanted to join them.

The adults gave permission, requesting them to be down in half an hour for food. Andy nodded, though he hadn't played video games before and shyly admitted as much.

They smiled and Ben took Andy’s hand as they headed to the indoor hallway to the other wing. Dean checked to see what Nancy, Erica, Sam, and Doc wanted to drink. He checked and saw everyone else seemed to have something.

Sam helped his brother, pouring drinks and getting everyone settled so they could talk and enjoy the weather.

“If it starts getting too cold, we’ll close the weather-proofed windows and turn on the heat, “Bobby commented.


"Andy has a cough, I think.  We need to make sure it’s not too chilly in here for him,” Dean added.



  That was more than enough for Sam to put the windows at least halfway to enable air flow but keep it warmer.  The little boy was a sweetheart from what he could see and he didn't want him to get sick.


“Hey!  I got an announcement.”  Dean stood up and looked around him.


 Everyone turned their attention towards him, curious as to what he would say.


“Saturday is another day of shopping.  We guys have a fitting in the morning.  I verified the reservations I made on Saturday and added extras.  There’s a room for Elsbeth and Andy, one for doc, one for Nancy and Erica, Sam and Sarah, and a big suite for Ryu and everyone.  I am planning on taking everyone out to dinner.  I have an appointment but I will meet all of you for dinner.  We stay the night and go home in the morning.  If there’s anything needed for the house, the holidays, or the weddings, go ahead and get it.  The restaurant is a nice place.  Not coat and tie but not jeans and a t-shirt either.  Okay?”


 Elspbeth looked started by that.  There had been no discussion on a trip, and she didn't have the financial resources for such a thing.  The elderly woman started to shake her head, about to politely refuse.


Dean saw the look and shake of her head.   “It’s a treat, Ms. Elsbeth.  You are not paying for anything.  Okay?  We want to get to know you and Andy.  I’d like you to say yes and let me pay.  Okay?”  Dean had a worried look on his face, concerned the little lady would still say no.


"I have no wish to be a burden though," she said softly.


The older Winchester knelt in front of her.  He reached for her hand and stared into her eyes.  “I can’t imagine you being a burden on anyone.  The fact you don’t ask for help when Andy needs so much and you won’t ask because you're his family tells me that.  It’s a just a night out and a chance to get away from worries for one day.”



 Blue-gray eyes searched hazel for a moment as if she was reading into Dean's heart and soul.  "All right, young man, you win.  However, if it becomes too expensive, please don't hesitate to leave us in the hotel room for the event.  I'm sure Andy will enjoy the new location."


“Thank you, Ms. Elsbeth, but you are not a burden.  The entire event includes you.  I want to ask something.  Elsbeth is an unusual name.  Where is your family from?”


  "Devonshire," she said with a smile.  "I was born there."  Her voice had a soft lilt to it that spoke of British origins.


Dean grinned, “Well, Sammy over there, my son, Ben, and I have Campbell blood.  Watari, Ryuzaki, and their boys are from Britain.  Sarah is Irish.”


 The elderly woman gave a soft chuckle.  "What a mix we are tonight."


“Exactly.  We’re all family here.  You and Andy will fit right in..”  Dean looked into the eyes of Erica.  “That goes for you too, Erica.  Doc and Nancy are already a part of this group.  You’re welcome to be a part too.”


Doc and Nancy, both knowing the what Sam and Dean were, stared at Erica, who had no idea.


The spirited woman gave him a slow grin.  "Thank you much," she said with that bright smile.  It was nice to be accepted as small towns generally turned cold shoulders to anyone 'unusual.'


Dean rose to his feet and grabbed a bottle of water and headed over to Lisa.  He leaned over and kissed her, gently nibbling her lower lip, sucking it in and sending shivers down her spine.  He stood up and smiled sweetly.  Turning, he asked, “What all has to be done for supper?  Anything?”



Doc stood up and walked over to the taller man.  “Dean, don’t ask that question again tonight.  Behave yourself.   Take a look around.”  Dean slowly turned and there was a large  number of stubborn looks returning his gaze.


“I was just asking, Doc.  I’ve already been told I can’t help.  Geez.”


Bobby laughed.  "You want to keep me company at the grill?"


“That’s allowed?  Hell, yeah!” Laughter followed the two men towards the grill..  Watari was by the grill as well, keeping an eye on the coals as he sipped a cup of coffee and enjoyed the scenery.


“Hey, Watari.  You get a good nap?”  Dean  moved and pulled up three chairs.
 "I did, thank you," he said softly.


Dean motioned to the chairs, sitting in one and giving both of the older men th softer ones.   He drank some water and leaned back, legs out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.    “It’s going to be a clear night once it gets dark.  Ought to be a beautiful night.  They’re saying possible snow by next week, though.”


 "The boys will have fun with that," Watari answered, settling comfortably in the chair.  "I don't think my three younger ones have seen snow in a while."


“I’m pretty sure that Ben has.  It snows here quite often, so Andy probably has too.  They’ll have fun because it’s rural.”



 "I'll have to make sure they're bundled up well.  Since Ryuuzaki has been on the go so much, it was decided to give the three boys a chance for practical experience so they've not been back at the House for over a year."


“They’ve grown, Watari.  Probably couldn’t wear what’s at the house any way.  We’re going shopping on Saturday.  We all need some winter clothes.  Might as well get them while we’re in town.”


The older male nodded, sipping his coffee.  "I should insist on some for Ryuuzaki but knowing him, he'll insist on remaining indoors.  Near may go out, depending on the sun and how insistent the others are."


Remembering a picnic where he'd been attacked by everyone with water guns,  Dean responded, “You’re telling me Ryu won’t play?  You know his sizes?”

 "I do, but he's more of an indoors type of person," Watari answered.


“He is going to attend the weddings?  He has to get to where they are held.”


"Knowing him, he hasn't thought that far ahead and if he has, probably hasn't given thought to a coat or anything."


“Well, we need to get him what’s needed.  You’re right, he won’t think about it.  It’s beneath his intelligence.  Why would making sure what was needed  be beneath someone’s intelligence, I don’t know.”


 Dark eyes gleamed merrily in the dying sunlight.  "You do know he'll probably show up in jeans and white shirt, right?  Anything else is too uncomfortable and lowers his thought capacity," he said with all seriousness.


“I know.  That’s why I didn’t ask him to be part of the wedding party.  I just want him to be there.  I consider all of you to be family.  This is home for you, whenever you can be here.  He will need a coat, boots, gloves, a  hat, earmuffs, and a muffler.  I  have done some research of the area.  It gets cold here.  Lots of snow.”



  "I'll see to it they're taken care of.  I just don't want the ladies to feel insulted when he shows up dressed like that.  It's just how Ryuuzaki is."


I think they know him.  Not like I do, but they’‘ve been around him enough to know how he is.  I’m going to take Near out for a steak dinner on Friday.  I made the reservations.  It’s a promise being kept.”


Watari smiled at that.  "That sounds good.  Let me know what time, and I'll make sure he's ready.  Just to advise you, make sure it's not one that emphasizes a dress code."


“We’re leaving here at 6.  I’m wearing jeans, boots, a t-shirt with another shirt over it.  Typical for me. It has no dress code.  I’m told some people do dress up, but it’s not expected.”


  He nodded.  "His clothing can't be taken for anything less than what it is - pajamas.  It's comfortable for him and his skin is so sensitive."


“Believe me, I know.  He’s kind of my kid, too.”  Watari sensed the tenseness in Dean when he made his claim   He watched the young man sitting next to him, wondering why he felt the need to even say that.


"We've never disagreed with that point so why are you tense?"


“I haven’t done this before now because of Ben.  He was jealous of Near.  Thought that Near was more important to me then him.  It’s not like that.  I love Near like he’s one of my own, but I know he’ll never be my own.  It doesn’t mean I don’t care and want to do things with him.  Ben’s young, you know.  He doesn’t understand that I can love both of them.   I’m hopeful that this time that you guys were gone, that he’s gotten the idea that he is my son and I love him.  I also hope he’s gotten over this jealousy.  There’s no need for it, and I am taking Near out on Friday.”


"I'd be shocked if Ben wasn't jealous, Dean.  It's natural for a child his age who hasn't had his father around for most of his life," Watari pointed out.  "It wouldn't hurt to find an activity for the three of you so he can watch you two interact and understand that Near isn't a threat."


“Yeah, I tried that. Chinese Checkers  when we all got first settled in.  He didn’t want Near playing.  I’ll try it again, though.”


Watari shook his head.  "No, something outside.  Perhaps something educational but not where Near's intelligence could outshine Ben at all.  Either that or take turns in having them explain something like a museum exhibit."


“A museum?  They have one about this area, the Native Americans who lived here, and some Texas history.  There’s one in the city that’s a science and natural history museum.  I could take them to it on Saturday.  After my errand is done, that is.”


 "The Native American one would have both Ben and Near on equal footing," Watari said.  "If you do the science and history one, I would suggest researching exhibits and assigning several to each boy to play tour guide.  They can research and tell the others about what they're seeing," he told him.



“I could do that.  I’ll do it after I check on something for homework tonight.  I got to go to the city for diesel classes in the morning. I’m glad the shop is closed this week, though.  I need the time.”


 He nodded.  "I think it's a great opportunity for both of them, and it'd give them something to learn together."


Dean smiled in relief.  “Thanks, Watari.  I will definitely do that.”  

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 53

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 Learns Resident Evil

Watari had let them sleep late when he heard from L about the late night session. He came in that morning with two trays, calling them to wake.

Dean yawned, trying to stretch, swearing under his breath. “Hey, Sam, come on. Breakfast is here. Morning, Watari, what new thing am I going to learn to like this morning?”

"Given how late you were up, I thought a light breakfast would be better. Toast, soft boiled eggs, and fruit, along with English breakfast tea."

“Sounds good. What kind of fruit did you bring this morning?”

"Berry medley. You'll enjoy it."

“Thanks, Watari. Any idea what the plans are for today?”

"I am unsure. L was in the middle of something and was not answering just yet. So enjoy breakfast and whatnot."

The boys sat down to eat their breakfast. “Sam, do you feel okay about not being involved in going after Lilith? I don't want you angry or upset with me on this.”

"I would like to see it through, but I understand L's concerns."

“I know, Sam, but I'm relieved you understand. I just want to get this over with. I got feeling it's gonna happen fast when it hits. Always been that way with her. I owe her big time.”

"Just make sure to salt and burn fast so no blood is left to be found. L mentioned he was concerned about that."

“The boys have proven themselves so far, but this will be the toughest they've done with me. I hope Bobby will feel up to it. He should be here, huh?”

"It's up to him I guess. Which of the boys are you taking?"

“Mello. If Matt can be serious about it, I'll take him too. Hopefully, L will go. My concern is fast clean up. I'll gank her.”

"I guess you'll have to ask him," He said, salting his eggs.

If he gets the colt, one head shot is all she wrote. If it's the knife, I got to get in closer. Knife would mean less blood. If the colt shot is a through and through, we're talking brain matter, but I've yet to see a colt bullet do a through and through. Could be the magic of it.”

"I hope he can find it," Sam murmured.

“It will be up to finding the demon, Crowley.”

"He is the greatest detective in the world; he'll find him."

“That's true. We'll wait and see how he intends bearding a demon in his den.”

"No kidding."

“After we finish eating, want to see if Bobby returned? I want to know what happened at the church, don't you?”

He paused before taking a bite. "Sure."

After breakfast, the boys took time to clean up and went in search of Bobby.

Bobby was working with Matt on the database in the top room where L and the others were working as well.

Sam and Dean entered the room, and walked to where the others were busy at work. For an awkward moment, they stood watching, not wanting to interrupt important work.

The older male looked up and grinned. "Hey you two."

Both young men smiled and said, in unison, “Hi, Bobby.”

"How's it going?"

“Okay, I guess,” Dean replied.

He arched an eyebrow. "You guess? Take a seat, you two. You won't bug the group. I think a bomb could go off and not disturb some of them."

The brothers smiled in reply and both found seats near Bobby and each other.

"Ok..so no holds barred here..how are you two really?"

“I'm dealing, Bobby. Sam, here, can answer for himself. He's a big boy, aren't you, Sam.” Dean grinned.

"You know it," he grinned back. "I'm getting there, Bobby. I think L is definitely right to keep me out of this hunt. I don't trust myself right now and Dean needs a steady partner. However, that doesn't mean we can't train those going with him to make sure his ass his covered 'cause we all know he needs it." Sam winked at Dean, telling him he was teasing.

His brother returned the grin, “Hell, yes, I need it covered. Might draw too much attention if it isn't.”

Bobby snickered. "Thinking you might get pounced by hot chicks or something?"

Dean laughed, “The hot chicks I could handle. It's the 'or something' I worry about.”

Both Sam and Bobby laughed. It was good to see the group in good spirits again.

Matt looked up and grinned. "Oh really? It might be fun running up against something cool."

Dean eyed Matt for a moment, studying him. “Matt, I hope you were talking about hot chicks.”

An impish grin was flashed at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Sam snickered. "It's not like Resident Evil, man. Seriously."

Hazel eyes stared in disbelief at the younger Winchester. “Resident what?”

Matt grinned. "Video game, really cool. Monsters and zombies."

Dean's gaze was serious, “I'm not playing video games, Matt. I'm talking real life.”

"I know that...was just playing around a bit." He focused back on the computer.

The hunter looked at the other two hunters and slightly shook his head.

Bobby chuckled. "He's a kid...just leave him be. I know that one. He'll be serious when he needs to."

Dean just stared, thinking about how he loved to mess around himself, but not over a job.

Matt looked up. "Seriously, you've never played Resident Evil?"

“Hell, Matt, I told you I never played video games. Only thing I can remember about Resident Evil, I think there was a movie by that title.”

He grinned. "Sam, go teach him. I've got a console set up over there."

Sam gave an answering grin and dragged his brother off to play games. Matt was right, it was time to teach Dean to have some fun.

Dean was panicking. After messing around with the hand held, he honestly didn't think he would be good at video games. “Sam, I'm one handed. How am I supposed to play?”

"I'll help, OK? This is a combination game, so one handed can work."

“What is a combination game?”

"It tells a story..sort of like a role playing game."

“Role playing? We gotta pretend to be someone else?”

"It's fun, trust me."

“How many times do they let you die in this thing before the game is over? I'm just trying to figure out how many seconds I've got.”

“You can get save points, Dean. They can keep your ass alive.”

“You gotta know what you're doing to get save points? I'm gonna need a lot of them.”

"You'll find them when you work your way through. I'll help you." He began teaching Dean as they played together, Sam showing Dean how to play the game.

“Damn it, Sam! I'm a damn good fighter! Why can't I do it on here? Let's try again.”

Matt grinned at his computer screen, peeking as Sam patiently helped Dean. It was obvious the two were having fun, which was his hope for the pair.

Face stern in concentration, the older brother refused to admit defeat over a machine. He was struggling with coordination when it came to fighting. His thought was, if you are in life, you should damn well be inside a box. With typical Winchesterness, he was not going to admit defeat. Matt might be right....Dean Winchester was having fun.

The computer genius winked at L, who gave a pleased nod. Part of the therapy was to introduce fun things to the brothers that didn't involve hustling pool or poker. This would help them to bond on a different level and provide a healthier stress relief.

“One more round, Sammy. There's got to be a way to win this damn thing! I will not be beaten by a machine!”

Sam laughed, starting it up from the save point. "All right, just watch that corner next time."

Dean made it round the corner and through a third of the next section. What came next made his eyes widen and his jaw drop. “Aw! Come on! What kind of game is this? You can't tell me kids play this and win? What is that thing? What do you use against it?”

Matt called out. "Rocket launcher! Swap swap!"

“Okay!” Dean yelled, then he stopped. “Rocket launcher! Wait a minute. I got a rocket launcher? Why didn't I know that.” He tried swapping. “Which one is it?”

Sam guided him and the rocket launcher was equipped just in time. "Get him, Dean!"

Matt and Bobby stood and watch the hunter take aim and hit the fire button. He jumped up raising his left in the air, shouting. At that point in time, a pin drop would have been heard as everyone turned to see what was going on.

L simply smirked, going back to his work while Mello cheered for him, Matt grinning too. "Great job!!!"

Dean sat back down, flushed, and the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Wow!”

"Ready to keep going?" Sam was definitely proud of him. "It's fun huh? When your shoulder is better, we'll have to hook up with Matt and Mello and try some Halo action."

“What's halo?”

"Another video game that's a lot better than this one."

“In what way?” Dean was starting to get the gist of how to play the game. He wasn't getting injured quite as often. He definitely liked it.

Matt answered. "It's what's called a first person shooter. Halo 2 has quite a few options in regards to one on one play. You can do capture the flag, free for all, all sorts of fun things."

“Hunting, tracking, and shooting each other? Now that would be fun.”

Sam laughed. "It is. We'll put you on Matt's team and Mello on mine, that way it'll be fair since two gamers on one team is just unfair."

“Who's the gamer? You or Mello?”

Mello took a bite of his chocolate. "Matty is. I play on occasion but don't live and breathe them like he does."

“You misunderstand me, Mello. I know Matt is. I'm talking you and Sam?”

"Sam, I suppose."

“You're a gamer, Sam? When did you learn to do this?”

"You didn't think I spent all my time studying, did you?" He winked at his brother.

“You talking college, or do you have this stuff on your computer?”

He grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "I have some of it."

Dean nodded and turned back to the game.

Sam worked with him to get him to more levels.

It took them most of the morning and early afternoon to get through the levels and finally finish the game.

Watari brought snacks to them on occasion, smiling to himself as the two simply relaxed and enjoyed themselves.

Somewhere around 1:20 in the afternoon, Sam had managed to get Dean through Resident Evil. He watched his brother sit back and grin. “We did it, Sammy.”

"That we did. You did great!"

“Thanks, Sammy, but we did it!”

He grinned, feeling happy to have had some fun with his brother. "We did. It's fun, huh?"

“I think this is the first time ever that we got to have fun together and nothing bad happened. Thanks, Sam. Thanks, Matt.”

Matt grinned. "You're welcome. You'd better hurry up and heal 'cause I wanna kick some ass with you on Halo."

“I'd like that.”

"It's a date then..and you know what I meant, Mello!" The blond snickered, going back to his computer screen.

Dean laughed, “He's just jealous cause he doesn't have one. Sam's too shy on a first date,” he replied, raising his brows up and down at his brother.

"DEAN!"

“What? I said nothin' wrong!”

Mello grinned, blowing a kiss at them. "I'll warm him up," he teased.

Dean turned his head in surprise, “What the hell?”

Matt and Mello dissolved into laughter, knowing Mello had managed to stump Dean. "Got ya!"

Frantic eyes turned towards the younger brother, “Sam?”

"They're teasing you, Dean."

“Yeah, but some how, I thought they...well, they didn't really..ah, shit!” Dean slumped in a chair, face bright red.

The teens kept laughing until Near gave them a look, which sobered them a bit...somewhat. "Near's companions have odd sense of humors."

Dean's face was buried in his one good hand, shaking it back and forth.

Mello kept snickering, shoulders shaking with his mirth.

The hunter wracked his brain trying to come up with something PG or lower that wouldn't upset everyone. He was drawing a blank. This could go too far too fast.

L's voice intervened, obviously amused. "Mello, mind out of the gutter please. They're unused to your idea of humor." Matt giggled harder.

Dean sat up straight, “Wait a minute. I can play that kind of humor, L, but I was raised to believe it was for adults. I've never played it with teens. I can roll in the gutter with the best of them.”

He arched a brow and nodded, giving him permission to roll with it. Yes, they were teens but all three were very much adult in a lot of ways.

“Sam, this is about you. You got any problems with what I bring up? It might be uncomfortable for you. We're talking your sex life, Sam. I only know three or four you slept with and one ain't human, which is all right. I had one who wasn't either.”

"Go for it," he chuckled. This was about to get interesting.