Supernatural Death Note Chapter 15

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.

Aftermath

There were a few burns, but most of the fluids had been on his clothing and had barely eaten to his skin. What was of great concern was a large needle like something off a porcupine embedded into the base of his skull near the spinal cord. Dean's face was pale even for his skin. He was not responding to anything.

L carefully pulled the quill out, having Near keep fingers on Dean's pulse. They should be at a hospital for this but given the situation, field treatment would have to do.

For a while, there was no response, but slowly, Dean's pulse rate picked up, and his eyes fluttered a little, but nothing else.

"Dean, open your eyes. Let us know you are still with us." L looked concerned.

The hunter was struggling to open his eyes,and he was gasping for air. His heart rate became erratic.

"Come on, Dean." His voice was low.

Dean tried to speak, but his words were badly slurred, “Can't breathe. God, my chest hurts. I can't move.”

L sent Near for Watari, who came in a few moments later. After hearing the description of the fight, he looked at Dean. "I don't have time to find someone to do a chemical analysis. Can you tell me what's on the quill?"

Dean tried to open his eyes and look at Watari, “Think it's...the word was mumbled but Watari got the gist of it and went looking for the kit Dean had put together after he came back from town and went through what Cas had left him.

Within moments, the syringe was injected into Dean's arm. "This should do it."

Slowly, Dean began to breathe normally, and the heart rate began to return to normal. Dean tried to inhale air too fast and choked and slowly rolled to his side, holding his ribs, Watari looked at the bruised and bleeding face. “What happened to his face?”

Dean's eyes opened and he looked up, with a slightly glazed look, “My face?”

"It's bruised," he answered. "Mello, ice pack to reduce the swelling."

Mello scrambled to follow orders.

“The thing hit me in the face while I was out? There's nothing in the clearing to do that?” He unsteady gaze found L, “Did something else happen?”

L gave him a full report, leaving nothing out.

“The mountain trail? Then it was taking me to her! I wouldn't have been able to move. Hell, that's not good. She wants me immobilized, which means Ruby's been talking about me. Watari, I need an antidote I can take to prevent the chemical on the quill from doing this to me again. We got to figure something out, cause I have got to be able to cut her head off. At least be able to slow it down.”

Near shook his head. "The plan should be sure proof though. Dean had no time to move after being hit with the quill. The antidote would not be able to be administered."

“No, I'm not saying this right. I want something to prevent it from working, at least for awhile. Give me time to cut her head off. If you can't find something that will work permanently, at least give me an hour or more.”

"That may take more time than we have. I'll send the quill to a lab and see what we can come up with," Watari said, bagging the item in question.

“They know where we are, Watari, and Sam can't defend himself, when Ruby comes after him. It may be a combined front next time. The demons must have some of our defenses figured out. It would be easy for the creatures to destroy them and let the demons in too. Damn, I don't feel good.”

Matt shook his head. "How did they find us?"

“I know Sam has been having sex with Ruby, so there's no telling what she may have done. He may be marked in some way we can't see. Could be his cell, the computer, something in his duffel, but she's tracking him somehow.” Dean closed his eyes for a moment. “I really do feel bad. Damn that stuff packs a wallop.” The hunter slowly breathed in through his nose and out of his mouth, trying to fend off the nausea. “We need Cas and I sure don't know how to find him.”

"How do you contact him?"

“Cas comes when he wants to. I can yell at the air and call everything in the book, but Cas still comes when he needs to. This should have brought him, and I'm not thinking clearly. He should be here.”

L went out to check to see if the angel had arrived.

“Damn it, Cas, where the hell are you? I need you.”

The detective frowned, looking through the cabin in hopes that the other had showed up. This was not going well.

L turned around and was literally nose to nose with Castiel. “You were looking for me?”

He didn't react. "There are problems. Your..expertise is required."

Castiel turned and walked to the living area where Dean was laying on the couch. He stared in disgust at the angel and asked, “Where the hell have you been?”

I do not answer to you , Dean Winchester. I was told that my expertise was not necessary. I understood that L and his people could take good care of you, therefore, there were other jobs I had to see to. Was he wrong?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Cas? If I didn't know that you showed no human tendencies, I'd swear you were upset by a comment someone made about your ability to take care of me not being the greatest. Hell, Cas, no one takes care of me. I take care of myself most of the time.”

Near looked at Castiel. "Somehow, this safe house Castiel chose is not safe. This location has been occupied less than a few hours and already the enemy has located it"

“That is always a possibility, Near. Someone somewhere is talking about things and that is a danger because Ruby wants Sam and seriously needs Dean out of her way. These creatures and Sam's paramour have to be removed. Dean, it is your job.”

“Well, you know, Cas, the little thing we didn't know about almost got me killed tonight. What's on the quill? I went down in seconds. Why didn't you tell me about that?”

“The creatures do not have that ability?” Cas sounded confused and scared. “I will be back. They will not try again tonight. They will be mourning the loss of one of their own.” Cas disappeared.

“What the....oh, damn it.”

Mello bit off a chunk of chocolate with a low growl. "That little poofing ability of his is aggravating."

Dean closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, “You have no idea.”

Watari sighed. "I shall get back to Sam. Let me know what goes on from here."

L nodded, settling back at his own laptop.

Cas reappeared. "I went to examine the body. It is gone. Did you bring it here?"

Mello looked at the angel. "Did we need to?"

"They came and got their own. I will be back." Cas was gone again.

Dean's hoarse, 'Damn it!" was faint.

Dean's exhaustion from the attack set in and he dozed off on the sofa. He had been asleep for about an hour, when he started sweating, and tossing on the couch, his head shaking back and forth, muttering under his breath. It grew more violent, and suddenly he cried out , “No, Alistair....I won't do that.”

The group focused on their work, letting him rest without saying anything.

Dean started crying in his sleep, “I can't take any more..okay...yes, I'll do it. Just let me down.” He began to cry harder.

It was shortly after this that Castiel reappeared. He walked towards Dean and laid a hand on his head. “That is over, Dean. I removed you from there. Most men would not have lasted 30 years. You did what you did and that is why you are the one to end the apocalypse when it happens. I am sorry, but you fulfilled the demon's prophecy and you will fulfill ours too. It is your destiny, not Sam's. I am so sorry.“

The eyes of the group stared at the angel. "You assume a great deal on that," Mello commented. "The apocalypse was always in the hands of angels and demons in the book of Revelation. So saying it's in his hands is the WORST thing to say to him."

“You are mistaken if you believe that. The antichrist is human and will be taken over by Lucifer. The battle to free him is on right now. Dean will be used of God and will help end it. It is what I have been told. He needs to know his destiny. I will fight to the death to protect him because I have come to respect and like him. My superiors are against my involvement. I became involved because of him, not what he is. I am seeking to find a way to prevent it, but he must know what is planned for him. I know Dean Winchester and he will go the other direction because no one tells him what to do, and I will follow because I believe in him.”

The blond shook his head. "I think you're being lied to...in a major way. But that's why you have L on the case too."

“I am probably going to be hunted by my own kind so they can kill me. I am afraid and do not really know what to do but I am rebelling to protect this man. I believe he is important but not in the way my brothers or the demons believe. If he has anything to do with the ending of Lucifer or the apocalypse, it will only be because Sam Winchester drags him into it. Watch Sam closely, because he may not want this, but he is being manipulated into it. Where Sam goes, Dean will follow whether it is for his own good or not. Remember that.”

L's voice cut in. "Again, I am waiting for the information to solve the problem. Bring everything you can or write it all down."

Castiel walked towards L and touched his forehead, “This is everything I have at this time. It is what I have seen and heard from others.”

He growled softly afterward "Never do that again."

“I did not enter your mind, L. I never read anything you think or have stored in your brain. I planted the information there.”

Near answered quietly. "L is rightly protective of L's mind. Never know what could happen."

“Rightfully so, Near, but time is of the essence here. To give L scattered bits of information on papers made no sense. All of it in one neat compact thought was the only way to make sure nothing was missed. Nothing was damaged. It was just a simple thought implant of the information. There should be no need to repeat it. I will be staying because I will be needed in this battle. Dean is going to be injured. Yes, you can help him, but I can heal him completely once my powers are regained after the battle. Demons are going to try to keep you out. You will need me to hold them off so you can get in the rear entrance and prevent his death.”

"The question remains as to HOW they found us," Matt pointed out, eyes focused on his game machine. "His phone is clean. I checked."

“I fear that I know the answer to that question, and it is in the information I gave L. One of my brothers told them. I do not know. I went to talk to Anna and she says there are traitors amongst the legions. I am trying to find out who is doing this. They want Dean dead because they want the apocalypse to happen. They can take care of the demons and Lucifer, but he can prevent it. They believe that and so do the demons to a point. If the demons ever truly reach the point of belief in him, he will be dead because all of them will hunt him down. The angels would prefer to let the demons do the work and let it look like a normal hunt.”

L frowned. "Is there a way to keep anyone outside of yourself from knowing our location?"

"Yes, I become a fallen angel and do not return to Heaven. They will hunt me, and I will have to avoid Dean for the time being, but right now, he will need me for this battle. All of you do."

"We need to switch locations. We are not ready for a battle yet. Dean is ill and another plan will be needed considering the difficulties in regards to the quills."

“This can be done tonight, if you are all ready. They will not expect an attack tonight. You have a good idea now where the lair is. I will go find it while you get weapons loaded and prepare for the battle.“

The angel walked over to the couch and laid his hand on Dean's chest and a white light flowed through them. Dean's eyes opened and he looked up, “Cas?”

“Can you do this tonight, Dean? We need to bring it to an end swiftly.”

Dean looked at the others. “I'm ready, Cas. For all our sakes, it's got to stop.”

Castiel bowed his head for a moment. He walked over to L and laid his hand around the back of L's neck and L felt a sting. He headed to each of them and did the same thing, going back to Dean and finishing it.

“What I have done is given you something that will not allow the quills to take affect. It will last 24 hours. We do this tonight. Get ready. I will find the lair and return for you.”

Near jerked away from the angel's touch, gray eyes holding a shuttered defensive look. He did not like being touched by strangers.

Dean saw the reaction, got up, and went to his kid. He knelt down and pulled Near down with him. “Near, that quill nearly killed me tonight. What Cas just did was give you something to keep you from being affected by it. It's kind of like a vaccination. It will last for 24 hours, be we should be through by then. Cas is not very good at explaining things. He's not human, but he has a kind heart. He wants to protect our world. It's okay.”

L and the others bit back a smirk when Near responded. "Near does not trust this Castiel."

“Castiel was tortured up there and he's trying to deal with that. They forced him to go back to not really being involved. The problem is that Cas is involved, okay. He's beginning to have human feelings about us and its' something he doesn't understand or know how to deal with. He's trying, and I'm gonna give him a chance because he's helped me many times. I like him.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 14

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.

First Attempt on Dean

Dean sighed as he struggled to stand back up. His voice sounded weak, but there was determination in it.

“I know, L. I know. Dinner should be ready. Watari asked us to set a plate aside for him. We need to eat, and then the job of pinpointing the lair becomes a necessity. I got to be ready, cause Ruby has them on my scent now. When did Cas leave?”

"I'm not sure. But you will not be facing this alone."

Dean took a deep breath and headed towards the cabin, beside, L. “I know that and I've got to have you ready and not be surprised by what you come up against. Ruby's demons are not gonna want you following me into the lair. She wants me out of the way, badly. Sammy will never believe this, you know? He's gonna believe her over me. Do the boys know how to butcher a living creature that might look human? Can they do that?”

"They will be ready," was the flat answer. "We will not let her have your brother again."

Dean's voice was determined and there was an essence of the hunter he was in the tone of the words he spoke. “Tonight we pinpoint where it is, we make our plans. The demons will be around watching the area. They will know we have found it. Ruby doesn't have much of an opinion of me, okay. She believes Sam's idea that I'm a weakling, incapable of doing the job. We will use that as our advantage. She won't think I know they are there. That's all right. We are going to look for a second entrance. Creatures like this will not allow themselves to be trapped by one exit. You and I will find the main one which will be watched. The boys will find the rear exit. They are to pinpoint it and head back to the cabin. We do this at night. The creatures can smell us. That's why I go in first and the rest of you through the back way. They will not expect that. When she's dead, you are gonna have to get me out and none of them can escape. They can find another victim and another female will take her place. We can't allow that.”

They entered the kitchen and Dean began to set the table. “Would you let them know supper is ready? If they don't like it, they can have what they want, but don't tell them that. I would like them to at least give it a chance.”

L nodded, going to call the boys, who came in a few moments later.

Dean explained what everything was, and suggested they mix what they thought they would like in the chili. He set a bowl of the chili and a plate of condiments aside for Watari. He told the boys that there were drinks in the fridge. He stood back to wait til they all were at the table and then fixed his.

Near was having the worst time trying to decide which to get.

Dean got a large plate and put small amounts of chili all over it. “Mix a little of each in one and try combined bites til you find what you like, then get a bowl and mix it up.”

He nodded, trying Dean's suggestion.

Dean fixed a bowl with onion, cheese, ketchup and crackers, and joined the others. He had a bottled tea and was between Matt and Near.

After a short time, Near mixed his up and began nibbling. L had focused on the meal, eating studiously.

Dean slowly ate, watching the others, having a hard time figuring out whether or not they liked it. Once in a while, noises would come from Sam's room, and Dean would stiffen. He'd be still for a minute, then struggle to shake it off and continue eating.

Matt got up once to adjust the white noise machine before coming back to eat. "This is good, Dean. Thanks for cooking for us."

Dean smiled gratefully, and said, “You're welcome. I like cooking but don't get to do it very often. I'm glad you like it.” He sighed, glad he had not told them what meat was in it. Only Watari knew and Dean hated the thought that they might consider eating venison to be tantamount to eating 'Bambi'

The group ate well with Matt and Mello going back for seconds. Near finished almost half, which was a lot for him considering how little he ate most of the time.

Dean watched L's reaction to it. The man would probably notice more then anyone that is wasn't beef or pork, but venison could be mistaken for lamb easily. He watched his reaction. He was eating it which was something.

"This is good, Dean. Thank you for cooking for us this evening."

“You're welcome, L, and thank you.”

Dean got up to clean the kitchen. He put the leftovers in plastic containers he had bought that day. The boys and L watched him pick slices of the green stuff and eat it. None of them had tried the avocado. The hunter seemed to be enjoying it.

Near put his plate at the sink, helping a bit with clean up while Matt and Mello cleared the table.

Dean handed Near a very small bite of the avocado. “Here, take a small bite and try it. Never say no to something without at least giving it a taste. Okay?”

He nodded, trying the bite."It has an unusual texture but the flavor is good."

Tex Mex restaurants make a dish called guacamole from it, and most of them don't do it right. You should add garlic, lime juice and mayonnaise to have the good stuff. I like it just like this, though.”

"Near does not eat out at restaurants," he said, running water over the plates.

Dean stared thoughtfully at the young man and looked back at the others who had been listening intently to the conversation. He looked back at Near.

“The crowds? Too many people? Not liking to appear different and be stared at?”

"All of the above," came the soft answer.

“I can appreciate that, Near. Being uncomfortable around people affects all of us at one time or another. Maybe sometime, you and I could try it. Anything makes you uncomfortable I'll try to correct the problem for you. I always like a nice steak house, with big potatoes and a huge salad bar with everything on it. The rooms only have 4 or 5 tables in them and are dark, with just candles on the tables. Even the room the salad bar is in is kind of dark. No one would notice you. It would be the two of us and you could experience it without being uncomfortable. I'm not gonna push, but if you ever want to try it, let me know.”

He nodded. "It would make for a good experience. It is just that Near is not in public often."

The older Winchester nodded, and spoke softly, “Once this hunt is over, I'll find one and take you. It's my treat. According to our relationship, I want to do that. Okay?”

"Near would like that."

“So would I. I meant what I said today. I'm in earnest.”

A pleased expression crossed his face. "Then Near will plan for that with Dean."

Dean's expression was soft and he smiled the sweetest smile of contentment. “Good. I'll search the area on Sam's computer and find the nearest one. When the hunt and case are over, you and I are going.”

He nodded. "Or Near can check during a down time as well."

Dean nodded, “That works for me. Make sure you check out the ambiance. We need the atmosphere to be right, Near. Get me the phone numbers and I will call and personally question them to make sure the advertising is right. We'll go.”

Another nod was given. "Near shall do that."

“Awesome!”

The kitchen was cleaned up, and Dean sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, with a strong cup of coffee in front of him, putting all the sightings and spots where bodies were found into a grid like map of the surrounding areas. It was taking time to find coordinates for each spot. He was concentrating hard, keeping Sam's headphones on. He had music blaring to block out any noise or thoughts from coming into his mind other then music and coordinates on the grid. He kept feeling that he was being watched but figured it was his imagination.

Matt had gotten hooked into the security grid and was hacking a few other sites to get information for the group. L was buried in cases while Near and Mello were working on finding any information to help with this case as they could.

Dean tried shaking it off but couldn't. He knew he'd done everything he could to keep evil out, and the demons could not get near, but the creatures? He didn't know what else would stop them besides beheading them. He went into the kitchen to rinse out his cup when he thought he saw something amongst the trees, He grabbed a machete and his sawed off and slipped outside.

Mello, at a gesture from L, had armed himself as well and announced his presence before joining Dean.

Dean motioned for him to be quiet, and waved him to come join him. His voice was a low whisper, “Something is among the trees and it's within the safety grid I drew out and protected, so it's not a demon. Could be just a large animal, a human who shouldn't be here, or a creature. We got to be careful. We cover each other's back, you understand?” Mello, could see the worry in Dean's eyes.

The blond nodded, projecting a determined businesslike attitude.

Dean nodded and motioned two fingers for walking or moving and pointed to the tree barrier to the left that went around the entire back of the grid and around to the right. He pointed to himself and made the same motion to the right. They would meet in the middle. His mouth moved 'Do not go in deep for any reason.' He slowly disappeared to the right.

Mello nodded and then followed directions, not making a sound as he moved through the area.

Dean's hunting instincts kicked in, but in the back of his mind was Mello. The kid was good but he'd never been up against this kind of evil. Dean watched across the open area for movement to make sure the boy was all right. He moved with stealth, listening for any sound, concerned that there was no animal sounds. There wouldn't be many, but a coyote or a jack rabbit should be around. He heard nothing.

Suddenly, he saw something large and white move behind Mello, and knew there wasn't a lot of time. He shouted, "Get the hell out of there, Mello! Run!”

Dean took off across the opening to where L's trainee had been seen a moment before. He was positive the boy took off for the cabin staying within the woods.

He yelled again, “Mello, get help!” He ran parallel with the woods trying to lure the creature out, away from the boy. “Come On!,” he screamed. “I'm the one you want, not that boy. He's too scrawny to eat! I'm the one you made a deal for! We both know you understand me. You got brains, right? Think you're smarter then humans? Come on then!” Dean backed out into the opening, into the moonlight where he could be seen and he watched the area where he'd last seen Mello.

He heard Mello's scream when the thing hit from behind, there was a sting on the back of his neck, and he went down. L and the others joined Mello and saw the thing trying to pick the hunter up to carry him off.

L grabbed the weapons and went in pursuit, firing a round into the head. He would not let Dean be carried off.

A roar sounded as the rock salt splattered over the head but it shook it off and dropped the unconscious hunter and turned on L. Mello ran up and gave his leader a machete and stood with another one. Matt and Near came up with the blades also. The creature recognized the machetes and backed off leaning down to pick up the wounded man. All four leaped in to stop it, and watched it turn and run into the woods. The group went into pursuit, determined not to let their new friend come to harm.

The creature had reached the rocky trail when they caught up with it, noting that it was a male. They had it blocked on three sides. It dropped the wounded hunter onto the hard rocks on the trail and he landed face first, no sound coming from him.

The four young men made their way around the creature dressed in white. It looked human but had pale green skin, and had white hair. The creature had long claws, and L remembered the mention of acidic body fluids and wondered what had put Dean down so fast.

They soon had it surrounded, machetes at ready.

L was the first to move, aiming to injure it enough to get a clean shot at its neck to decapitate the thing.

The creature fell down on top of Dean, green ichor flowing from a wound on its neck but the artery on the side was severed. The head was still attached. The thought of acidic bodily fluids went through L's mind as the thing lay on the hunter with the green fluid flowing from its neck.

Near grabbed Mello and they pulled Dean out from under it, hoping they got to him fast enough.

Both boys heard L warn them about the fluids being able to burn and to be careful. They dragged the hunter further away from the creature and heard a loud dull thud. L removed the head.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 13

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

Addiction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Same for all of us."

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

He laughed. "I am trying not to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's be nice, thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why do you fight, Dean?"

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

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

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 12

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.

Interludes for Dean

They finally came around the side of the cabin, to find five people waiting for them. Dean stiffened a little, not sure what would be said. They'd been gone a long, long time. He had no idea of how he looked, covered with dirt, muddy tear streaks down his face, and his eyes were blood shot.

They headed towards everyone. Castiel always keeping an eye on Dean could see his face before the others, and hoped that the older man had helped his charge. The hunter needed someone who could show compassion and love towards him.

Near came up to Dean, handing him a water bottle and clean cloth, which he'd retrieved after spotting the man's face.

Watari went to L, murmuring in the other's ear. The detective listened with a look of deep respect on his face.

Dean had a slight, trembling smile on his face when he took the water and the cloth from Near. He drank the water, gratefully, started to wipe his face. When he saw all the dirt, he realized how his face must have looked and turned blood red. He whispered a hoarse 'thank you' to Near, and gauged the others, knowing there'd be hell to pay from Mello. He straightened his shoulders, lifted his head high and headed towards the group with Near by his side.

"Thanks to your assistance, Dean, the computer systems are online and running at full efficiency. It is fortunate that we know how to pack under a serious time restraint." The detective had taken a bit of a pot shot at the angel for that.

“You're welcome, L. I've had to pack like that most of my life. It's why I don't have much. Cas is worse at time restraints then anyone I know. Aren't you, Cas?”

“I need to know if what I brought is sufficient or will I need to get more?”

“Well, let's see what you brought, Cas. I think we can gauge if we need anything else. I will take someone with me and get the rest. I need a drive.”

“No, Dean, you will not.”

“Cas, you sure as hell aren't stopping me. Free will, remember?”

Matt spoke up. "There's enough food to sustain you and Sam for a while but not for the dietary requirements of the rest of us. Trust me, you don't want L and Mello off of their usual diets. They get really really cranky." Mello pulled a face at Matt but didn't answer, knowing it was the truth.

Dean smiled, “Cas doesn't approve of what I eat, so I am sure Sammy will enjoy what he brought. We head to the nearest store. Got to be one around here somewhere. Cas?”

The angel stood stiff with a more disapproving face then usual. Dean, you need to eat correctly to be strong for future battles. This is going to be a difficult one. I understand what you are planning. I went and talked to Bobby. He explained it better to me. You are insane to do this.”

“The hell you did! Cas, I appreciate what you are thinking but I will do my job the best way I know how. I don't have Sam right now and he's always been my back up. I can trust these men to work with me and see to it I get out alive. Might take a little while to recover, but I will. If you happen to be around and feel like it, you can heal me.”

L answered strongly. "We will tend to him should he come to harm. Dean, Near will accompany you. Matt and Mello have assignments to complete and I have to finish a case while you are running this errand."

Dean was surprised by the strength in L's words. “Thank you for letting Near come with me. It's always fantastic to spend time with a good 'friend'” Dean made sure the word was stressed for Matt and Mello. “Come on, Near, we'll go get real food. Watari, I haven't been inside yet. My duffel's over by the Impala. Would you find a room for me and place it there? I don't mind sharing. Also, cleaning stuff? Is there a washer and dryer in there by any chance? We need dish soap and bath soap, toothpaste, anything like that?”

Mello spoke up. "He brought food and forgot those essentials. We have a bit, but more probably would come in handy."

Watari found the duffel and waved at Dean, indicating he'd take care of the request.

“I'll get plenty of everything. It's hard to imagine why this place has no owner. I might check on that after this hunt. We have no base of operations and I like this area a lot. I still want a vacation for a while. You're all welcome to stay as long as you like, especially if I can buy it. Also, it would be a nice base of operations here in the States where no one would know you. Just a thought.”

Dean and Near headed to the main road and took a right heading back towards the city. Dean figured there had to be a small town somewhere. There were killings in surrounding areas not far from the city. They'd hit a store in one of them and not go into the big town.

Near had one leg tucked to his chest in his usual sitting position. "Dean Winchester has given L something to think on in regards to a base."

“Good. I don't have anything, Near. I like it out there, but my job keeps me roaming a lot. The thought that , if I can buy it, that L might be able to use it, would be awesome.”

He nodded, hair brushing against pale skin. "It may come in handy. L travels a great deal for cases."

“I would want to add a pantry and a big deep freeze somewhere in there or maybe add a storage room on the back for that. Keep it well stocked. Lots of stuff can be frozen you know, flour, and stuff. Only perishables would have to be picked up at first.”

Another nod was given. "L could easily have that taken care of as well as ensuring the wiring and everything was up to acceptable standards."

“Yeah, with all the equipment, L would need to meet the standards to keep from having a meltdown and burning the place the ground.” Dean winced at that and grew silent, watching the scenery as they drove. After about 30 miles, they found a highway that had a sign for a small community. Dean turned left and headed the 20 miles. They soon found a family owned grocery store. The Impala pulled into the parking lot.

“Okay, the pickings are not going to be great, but it looks large enough to meet most of our needs. I'll grab a basket.”

Near hopped out, keeping in the shadows as best as he could. Given his albinism, he did not react well to sunshine at all. He waited for Dean at the doorway to the store.

Dean was frowning when he saw Near, and could have kicked himself. “Damn it, Near, you should have reminded me. I wasn't thinking. I could have dropped you off and then parked. I will pick you up here when we're done. I'm sorry.”

"Apologies are not needed, Dean. Near is used to it and has become quick in regards to getting out of sunlight when needed."

“Being used to it doesn't make it right. I'm your friend and you shouldn't have to be used to it around me. I'm sorry.”

"Apology accepted," he answered softly.

“Thank you. Now if I am in the middle of something and have my mind on it and don't remember, you remind me. Our walk must've hurt. Damn.”

"A little pink but nothing bad. The walk was under trees for part of it, which helped."

They ended up buying a couple of hundred dollars worth of groceries. Dean let Near have free reign on what everyone would eat. He paid for the groceries and loaded the back seat with the bags. He drove over to the store to get Near.

Most of what had been bought had been an outrageous amount of junk food, mostly sweets. Near slipped into the Impala after the car approached the entryway. The trip inside the store had been interesting, especially when the cashier had tried flirting with Dean and asking if Near was his son.

Dean's automatic response had been to smile a very charming smile and wink at her, saying “No, he's not my son, he's too old to be, but I wish he were .” He kept up a flirtatious conversation, but it remained light and impersonal and he steered away from later assignations.

Near looked at Dean when they were driving away from the store. "Did Dean Winchester mean what was said to the employee?"

Dean turned his head from the road to look at Near. His voice was serious, “I don't jest about things like that, Near. I meant it.”

His voice was almost too quiet to be heard. "Near thanks Dean for that."

Dean's arm went around Near's shoulders. His voice was still serious, “I meant it, Near. I'd like to be. I'd probably be bad at it, but I'll be there for you as much as I can. I'd like to see you have someone who will be a Dad to you. If you'll have me for that, even though I'm way to young, I'll do right by you. I know you live in the UK and I am on the road a lot, but there's phones, letters, and email. When you are over here, I'll move mountains to be here when you are. I really care about you. Okay? You actually called me Dean instead of with my last name. Thank you, Near. That means a lot to me.”

There was a shadow of a smile on his face, and the white haired teenager nodded. "Dean is welcome."

Dean grinned and ruffled the white hair. He turned on the tape deck and the music of AC/DC started playing, with the hunter beating the steering wheel and column as he sang, slightly off key to the songs.

Near was listening to the music with a slight frown. He hadn't been exposed to this style before.

Dean grinned at him and asked, “Don't like it? Please tell me you don't have the same taste as Sammy?” There was no derision in the tone of voice, just teasing.

"Near has never heard this before."

“Really? Look in the box for Metallica, and put it in.”

He found the box and began digging through it, pulling out the tape and ejecting the one they had been listening to. The new tape was put in.

'Nothing Else Matters' began to play, and Dean sang with it again, his hoarse voice raspy as he kept halfway in tune with the song.

Near found he liked that one and asked if they could listen to it again. Dean hit the rewind and the song began to play again.

He explained that, with rock and roll, people find certain songs they like and end up buying the music just for a certain song, but will find others that they like just as well.

He nodded, listening to the lyrics with rapt attention.

“It's a good song, Near.” Dean pulled onto the dirt road and headed towards the cabin. The sun was starting to set, and he wanted to get back and inside before it did.

"Near finds that Near likes this song," he answered back.

“Great! I think I have it downloaded on Sam's computer somewhere. If you want, I can send it to you?” Dean looked up and saw the cabin in the distance. Soon they pulled up and he blew the horn. “All right you sluggards, let's get this stuff hauled in.”

The hunter opened the rear door on the driver's side and grabbed two handfuls of bags and headed towards the porch.

Matt and Mello hopped out of the cabin to help haul the bags in, laughing softly when chocolate was discovered. Dean grinned, feeling comfortable with the other two for the first time.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 11

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 Continues to Deal

“The sleeping issues started mainly because I got my memory back about what happened in hell. I couldn't sleep because of the nightmares. If I was drunk, if I did dream, I didn't remember it. I finally couldn't lie to Sam and he'd been after me, so I told him everything. It was after that, that things worsened between us. He didn't think I was the same man. I can't go to a shrink and tell him I can't sleep because of the things I did in hell.” Dean laughed. I don't want to be an alcoholic, but I have always drunk a lot.

The sex covered the needs I had that hurt so bad. It was a little pleasure, a one night stand. Every time I got involved, they didn't want more because of what I was. I'm not good husband material. Hell, I didn't tell you. I think I got a kid, and I want to be his Dad.

There's not as much tightness in my chest right now. I'm so tired. I feel like a ton of bricks have been unloaded. There won't be any more crying fits like what happened, will there? Am I gonna do this over everything in my life I haven't dealt with? Mom, Dad, and Sam have torn me to shreds today.”

"There is a doctor I use for both the orphanage and for L. I can fly her in to meet with you every so often to help you. Physicals plus something to help you sleep. And yes, it's possible you will have more crying bouts until those wounds heal."

“More like this? I don't know if I can deal with this now. That almost killed me, and if Sam sees me like this, he'll think I've broken completely and it will make him want to do what he's doing even more. It'll give Ruby more control over him, and how the hell do I help Mello who already thinks I'm a 'wuss'?

Thinking on these things, Dean felt more inside him wanting to come out. He'd started a volcano effect inside of himself and it was determined to release all of the lava. Tears started welling inside. The young man turned away from Watari. “Damn it! Not right now. Not again this soon.” His shoulders started to shake, as he shook his head, trying to stop the flood.

Watari hugged him. "Better here with me than inside, Dean. This way you can keep your show of strength. I'm honored you trust me enough to relax your defenses. If you need a time to cry, do it away from Sam until you know you can trust him again. "

Dean turned towards Watari and his head went against the man's shoulder and he quietly wept this time, his body shaking badly. He was extremely tense, not wanting a second bout this soon.

The older man simply let him cry, loaning him his strength. His hands continued to stroke his back in a soothing manner. Dean felt the touch and wanted to just lean into it but felt his knees giving out, so he tensed more, stiffening the knees. He had no intention of going down again. Not now.

"It's all right," he murmured.

“Tell me what the hell's all right. I can't stop crying. Damn it!”

"And it's natural, Dean. You have years of pain to let go of. There's no weakness here, despite what you may have been told. Tears are the body's method of healing the heart and soul."

“What do I do if it has bad timing, Watari? I don't have any control over it like I used to have. I let the dam burst and I can't stop when it wants to flood over.”

"You understand mechanics right? What happens when you put too much pressure in a pipe with no outlet to release?"

“The pipe is gonna blow somewhere and you can't stop it.”

"Exactly. You've been a pipe with no release valve for over thirty years. What we're doing now is letting the excess pressure out. Once it's settled, you have the choice of letting the release valve open to let the pressure out. It's your choice as to when. But you have to let it out every so often."

“It's hard. I've had it ingrained in me that I can't do that. Ridicule from the one person you live in awe of and want to be like is really degrading. You train yourself to never let it out...to show no weakness no matter how weak you realize you are. You do your job and you do it right. You don't want to see the disappointment and feel the shame. How do I get rid of that because I have to do that to win over this. You are the wisest man I've ever met, Watari. This is hard, but I'm asking for help.”

His eyes were gentle but full of pride. "You have it, Dean. If you can trust L as well, he could help too. He's also trained a bit in psychology. However, either way, you have my help whenever you need it. I'll give you my contact information and can meet up with you should you need it down the road."

“I'll share contact information with you, Watari, cause I can't add to Sam's problems right now. I don't know how to approach L about something like this. He's not like you. He makes a great L but I haven't seen what I see in you. The shrink part might help , but hell, I can't ask him. I really don't know how to do it and not feel like I would if I tried to tell Sam or my Dad. You're like Bobby, only a little more tender in ways.”

"Phone, I'll add my numbers then." He playfully ruffled Dean's hair in a motion much like a grandfather would do a grandson.

The black phone was passed to the older man, as Dean backed away a small space, and stretched his head back, trying to unkink muscles that had badly knotted during the time he was tensing up. His face was streaked worse then before. There would be no doubt what he had been doing. He didn't seem to realize it at this time that it was worse than earlier, though. He was quiet, staring at the clouds as he leaned his head back, rotating his shoulders.

A list of numbers had been put into the phone. "The last number is a land line, leads directly to the orphanage. This is an emergency number only, okay?"

Dean nodded, speaking softly, “Yes, Sir. You'll answer.” It was spoken as a statement of fact and a reassurance to the young man. Watari wondered who in his life had not answered a call for help.

"For the orphanage, Roger will answer and send the call directly to me. Someone will answer, I promise you that."

Again, came the soft whisper of a fact and statement of reassurance to himself, “I know that.” Watari understood then that Dean was taking comfort that he knew there would be an answer here. Somewhere else, though, someone hadn't answered, and it was a pain he had not dealt with yet.

"I don't let my boys down if I can help it," he murmured. Watari had an idea and would work on it when he got back.

He heard Dean stifle a soft sob, and whisper softly, “I didn't think you would, Sir.”

The old man hugged him. "You're one of my kids now. The boys in there can tell you what that means."

“Ill ask Near. He would understand to a point..not the emotions but that's all right. Not sure about Matt and Mello yet.” Dean hugged him back.

"Near is a good source of information."

“Yes, I know, and we're friends. I trust him.”

"He's a good one to trust," he answered. "Come, you're probably thirsty after this bout."

“Yeah, my throat feels hoarse and pretty raw right now. Cas should be back. I wonder why he hasn't come here?”

"My boys probably distracted him," he laughed. "They know if I'm talking with someone to not let anyone interrupt because it's almost always important."

Dean stopped dead center of the trail and turned towards Watari, a look of awe on his face. “This really was important to you? I'm grateful so much, but why?”

"I don't mean this to sound condescending, Dean, all right? I've never been one to walk away from a hurting child." His voice was gentle.

Dean searched the older man's face and his eyes, looking for truth in his life, and he found it there. Understanding flooded his eyes. He swallowed hard on another sob and turned back to the trail.

The older man fell into step beside him, a comforting presence.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 10

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 Starts Facing the Past

“I've gathered that. Well, I'm nothing if not aggressive, and if I accidentally show something else, Sam wants to know who I am and what did I do with his brother. I do know Sam pretty well, but there are sides of him coming out that I don't know. I can guarantee you that he doesn't know all of me. That's how it should be, I guess. We all hide things, but we need to be able to talk to someone sometime. I think Mello's time is here.”

He gave him a smile. "As Sam's is here. L and I will help him, I promise you that. He may not like us when we're done but he will be on the path to better health."

Watari looked at Dean at that moment and caught a raw look on his face, and realized that there might just be a lot more than toughness to the hunter.

“God, I hope so, “ came out in a whisper, and the older man thought he had heard a slight sob, but wasn't sure.

Dean Winchester had a lot more to him then being a kick ass hunter who befriended kids who needed help. He was just as afraid to show it as Mello was.

The old man looked at him. "Dean, you need to realize that Sam's choices are not your fault."

Dean laughed harshly, “Well, watching your brother get torn apart by hell hounds and you can't stop it can do strange things to you. Sam blames himself because he died in my arms and I couldn't live without him. I was supposed to protect him, Watari. It was my job and I let him die. I sold my soul to bring him back. Hell, how was I supposed to know that was what they had hoped for? You see, it is my fault. Sam saw what happened to me and knew I was in hell and he couldn't get me out. Can you imagine? Damn it, I knew what it felt like. My Dad did the same thing to me.”

Watari held up his hand. "First of all, family looks out for each other yes, but none is responsible for the other. Sam is an adult; his choices are his own. If you hold his hand every step of the way, Dean, how is he to grow and learn?"

“Oh, I know that, Watari. I really do, but it's so ingrained in me, that I don't know how to let go. I was four years old when I looked into that nursery and watched my Mama inch up that damn wall to the ceiling and her belly rip apart. She burst into flames. I think I was in shock when Dad put six month old Sammy in my arms and told me to take care of him and get him out of the house. After that, Dad would be gone all the time. I had to take care of him. I raised him by myself, except when Dad would take us to Pastor Jim or Bobby. That's the only time I got to halfway be a kid. How do you get that out of your head and heart? How do you reach the shell shocked four year old who is still in there and tell him 'Dad was wrong. It's not your responsibility?' Tell me that, because I would love to know.”

Hands weathered by time cupped the young man's face, making him look into caring eyes. "Son, it's time to let go. Your father was wrong. Sam was his responsibility, not yours. It's time to let that little boy mourn his losses and heal."

There were tears in the hazel eyes that stared back into Watari's. Dean shook a little and was trying to hold the tears back. “Tell me how?”

"Don't hold the tears back. It's just you and I. Let me play the grandfather right now and lean on my strength." He'd dealt with enough traumatized orphans to fall into that role easily. With Dean, it was even easier because he reached out to so many with his caring attitude hidden beneath the gruff exterior.

“I've been angry and I've cried, because Sammy pushed and pushed, damn him. He wanted me to mourn Dad. He wanted to know what it was like in hell. If I cry, I'm weak. That's what Sam thinks now. I'm broken and he thinks I can't do anything. He told me so. The pain is so damn deep that I'm afraid to let it out. I hide it with getting drunk and having sex. If I let go, I won't be able to stop it. That scares me. What if I can't stop it?”

The voice was soft and caring. "You will be able to when your heart and body realize you've done enough. Trust it, Dean. You should not have to destroy yourself to hide what you feel. Not when you have people you trust."

“My Dad sold his soul to save my life, but not for the reasons you would think a father would have. Before he died, he told me my brother might be evil. Damn him, he told me I might have to kill him. He's all I got and I might have to kill him? And Sammy is acting just like him. Vengeance all the time.”

Dean fell to the ground on his hands and knees, trying to stifle the sobs, and his body began to shake uncontrollably and the sobs began to be ripped from his body. Several times he screamed out in anger and pain. He curled up into a fetal position as agony went through him. “He started crying in a loud voice, “Oh God!”

Watari sat on the ground beside him, gently pulling him into a warm hug and letting him vent. From what he could tell, this was a long time in coming.

It took a while for the harsh cries and shouts to stop, and a gentle weeping to begin as the shaking turned to slight trembling. Watari felt the younger mans arms reach to go around him, holding on for dear life and seeking comfort for the first time in his life.

He stayed quiet, holding him and gently stroking his back to help calm him down. Over the years, he had been in this situation with many an orphan and he never once regretted it. Every child was special..and there was an injured child within this man's psyche that needed him.

Slowly the weeping and the trembling stopped. A light, steady breathing took its place as Dean's vice like grip loosened, but he still held on. Hugs were mainly from Sam, and usually involved some hurt. Finally having some release brought a sense of peace inside that he had never experienced before. He did not want to leave the comfort of the older man's arms and gentle touch on his back. It reminded him of his mom, and he took comfort from it, instead of pain.

The older man didn't stop, simply kept on with the soothing touch.

The hunter did not want to leave the hold but knew they couldn't stay there forever. He struggled to sit up. A red splotched face stared at Watari. His body was covered with gravel and dirt from the trail and some of it was slightly embedded into the skin of his face, from when he went down on his hands and knees and buried his head into his hands. His lips trembled slightly, looking pitiful. He sniffed rubbed his arm across his face to clear the tears and the runoff from his nose. Finally, gaining some self control, he tried talking, but his throat was hoarse from the screaming and shouting he'd done.

A slight, tremulous sigh escaped his lips and he whispered, from a raw throat, “Thank you. Oh, God, thank you for being here.”

A clean handkerchief was pressed into his hand. "You are most welcome, Dean."

“This will take a little time, won't it?” he asked as he blew his nose, wiped his face, and scrubbed rocks and dirt from his skin, knowing that it had to be streaked like mud. How the hell was he going to explain this when they went back down the mountain and everyone saw him. He was gun shy of anyone saying anything, because he father had said it wasn't manly to cry. It had been a great release to him and he was grateful and glad the worse of the pain had lessened.

"It will," he answered. "And you have to be willing to use positive behaviors instead of negative to control the issues and emotions. Alcohol is a horrible way to handle it. Worse comes to worse, call me and I can arrange a doctor to help you with the sleeping issues."

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 9

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

Dean and Watari Discuss the Boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Walk with me, Dean."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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