Supernatural Death Note Chapter 20

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

The Rescue

A soft sound came from Mello. "There's your friend."

Dean watched Bobby sneak into the camp, like it wasn't planned that he was going to be seen. Dean was tense, waiting. Someone yelled, and Bobby ran for all he was worth. Most of the demons in the camp ran after him. Ruby started screaming at the stragglers to remain behind. Dean did a fast count, not knowing if others were beyond the large rock Ruby had come from behind. His count showed 15 besides Sam's demon.

He slid on is belly, pulling the duffel with him. He got to the end of the boulder they were on, and picking up the duffel, he skid down feet first on his backside. He hit the ground with a roll and moved out of the way and waited for Mello.

Mello was right at his side, moving without a sound. His eyes were constantly moving, tracking the enemies.

Mello noticed a wicked looking knife in Dean's hand. He crouched low to the ground carrying the duffel and the knife. A demon was heard at the back of the rock. Dean dropped the duffel, and pulled Mello beside him, backs to the rock. Dean held his breath, listening. A male demon walked past the rock and the two of them, Dean leaped, an arm went around the throat, cutting off air and sound, and the knife came around and went into the chest.. The demon never made a sound as it died. The hunter pulled the body back into the brush further down from the two of them. He looked at the blood on the knife, mesmerized for a mere second, wiped it off on the demon's clothes and was back beside Mello.

The blond sighed. He'd have been better off with a supersoaker full of holy water for all that he was packing right now. He tapped Dean's arm, pointing out where the bitch was talking to a couple of other demons.

Dean looked at Mello and the gun he carried. Dean's objective was to remove as many quietly as he could. He hoped to get the boys out without Ruby knowing. He opened the duffel, gave Mello a large bag of syringes and a dart gun. He showed the boy how to load it and fire. “It's holy water. Might not kill them, but it will bring them down bad enough where you can kill them. The pain will be so bad they won't be able to scream. Aim for the mid to lower back. It's like knifing them in the kidney. “

He efficiently locked and loaded, tying the bag of spare syringes at his belt.

Dean watched the handling of the dart gun, nodded gently to himself. The boy would do. He left the duffel in the shrubbery and inched around seeing an opening in the rock. He slowly moved, watching everywhere for any sign of life. Ruby and the others had disappeared. He got to the opening and heard nothing. He went inside and stood still against a wall until his eyes adjusted. He took out a flashlight and looked around. It was a large chamber, He saw a large mound by some stone benches on the opposite wall. He knew Mello was still at the corner with the duffel, keeping watch. He quickly went across the chamber and moved one bundle, and untied it. Matt, unconscious He removed the cloth bundle and stretched the teen out. He hurried to the other one, and pulled it off Near. He held the unconscious youth to his chest and sobbed lightly. He stretched him out also, than flashed the light over them. They didn't look injured.

Dean did not realize he had company until the light from the small entrance was blocked. He looked up and saw the someone in the entrance. This was sudden which meant Mello either didn't have time to warn him, or they had the boy.

Mello was actually fighting, driving his elbow into the midsection of the one who had tried to sneak up on him. He could feel something break when the second strike he gave hit the ribcage. Spinning, he fell into a fighting stance and snarled, eyes blazing.

“Hello, Dean. Do you ever get the feeling of deja vu?”

The hunter stood up and moved away from the teens. Ruby watched his every step. “Are you trying to protect them by moving away and taking my mind off them? You had quite a reaction to the white one, didn't you? I never picked you for that type, but everything is possible, I guess. How badly do you want him to live, Dean?”

The blond downed several, using syringes as knives. He was slowly working his way to Dean.

“What do you want from me, Ruby? I'm not Sam. I'm not giving you Sam. He's my brother, but I won't let you have the boys either. So what do you hope to gain from this?”

You said boys, but it's the white one that brought emotion out of you. I was watching. He means something to you, Dean. How badly, Dean?”

Dean closed his eyes, lowered his head. He relaxed and looked at the demoness, a sad smile on his face.

“Sam is not mine to give, Ruby. Near is not mine to give either. I only have me.”

Ruby's eyes glowed in the dark chamber. “Are you offering yourself to me, Dean Winchester? To be my toy, my pet...whatever I want from you with no drugs?”

Dean looked back at Near. “Yes.”

"Absolutely not," came a strong voice. L had helped to disarm and knock out the other demons and both detective and heir stood side by side.

Ruby turned and saw the other two at the entrance. She turned to Dean, “You trapped me?”

“Actually, Ruby, you had me trapped, but I didn't come alone.”

The demoness drew a gun and aimed at Near. Dean stiffened, “Leave him out of this, Ruby. He's just a kid. The demoness laughed and pulled the trigger as L grabbed for her. Dean threw himself on top of Near and felt the bullet enter his shoulder, breaking the shoulder blade and collarbone. The bullet ricocheted and left his body, entering Near's shoulder going through the bone, breaking two ribs, and ricocheting out his side. Dean struggled to get up and the pain in his right shoulder, chest, and arm making it difficult to use them. He saw the two bullet holes in Near and screamed in agony at the top of his lungs, “No! Near!” He leaned over the boy continuing to cover him with his body, hearing Ruby's laughter in the background.

There was a roar from Mello and less than a second later, working in perfect tandem, L and the blond had the demon on the ground. Her mouth was tied shut so she couldn't vacate the body.

Dean knew the bullet was gone, but he had no idea how badly the boy was injured. He carefully lifted Near into his arms, struggling to use the damaged one, and took him outside of the chamber to a spot in the trees, where he could check him, no longer noticing the blood pouring from the two holes he had in his shoulder. He took off his jacket and used it for a pillow for Near. He removed his t-shirt, and ripped it with the knife and bound the shoulder and side, applying pressure till he got the bleeding to stop. He tied the pieces of shirt and made bandages for the boy. He felt dizzy and laid down beside him and held him, tears falling, and sobs wrenching him.

L let Mello drag Ruby out while he went to check on Matt, carrying the unconscious youth out to where Dean was. Bobby should be here. Reacting as best as he could, L started first aid on Dean.

Dean fought him. “No! Take care of Near. I don't know if I did a good enough job. Take care of him, L. He's first, damn it. It's Near, okay.?”

L felt a pair of hands come in beside his. A gruff voice said, “I've got him.” and Bobby took Dean in hand. He'd found Dean's duffel and dragged it to the trees, opened it, and got the first aid kit.

The detective began working on Near. He spotted the entry and exit wound and swore under his breath. Possible internal damage, which meant they needed to get both to a doctor as soon as possible. Who knew what had been torn in there. There was no way to get both of them down the trail to the vehicles. With bloody hands, he pulled his phone out and placed a call.

Bobby came up to L and waited til he was off the cell. “That was a big entry hole, L. How big a gun did she have? I think it's shattered most of his shoulder and clavicle. It moved around. I thought those kind of bullets were outlawed and couldn't be bought. His arm is going to be out of commission for a long time. He lost a lot of blood. He won't calm down. How is the boy.? He's worried sick about him.”

"Near's losing blood despite the tourniquet. Weapon was discharged at near point blank range. I have a helicopter inbound; ETA is in five minutes. Follow my lead on this." Watari was already on the move. "Do whatever you have to do to the demon to make sure she's unable to switch bodies."

“I will follow your lead. You seem to know how handle this. If you will leave Mello with me, We will handle Ruby and Matt. I think they used ether. Smells like it.”

Bobby went back to let Dean know that a chopper was on the way. Bobby was honest about the bullet, the weapon, and Near. Dean huddled into a ball, shaking his head.

“I caused his getting hurt, Bobby. Lisa was right. I can't have any kind of a relationship. Cassie said she didn't want to die. If Near dies, it's because Ruby wanted to hurt me, and used him. L will hate my guts over this. I don't even want to look in Watari's face. I hurt him, Bobby.”

“Dean, if you had not taken the brunt of the spinning bullet and let it chew up your shoulder, he'd be dead.”

Mello heard him and did what was natural to Mello. He smacked the other across the back of his head. "He isn't going to die, idiot. You saved him. Now stop with the fucking pity party and give me the info I need to make sure she won't go anywhere. I have a feeling L is gonna want to play with her."

Dean looked at Mello. “There's a large brown bottle in the med kit. Take a syringe, and give her one mm of it every 8 hours. She can't leave the body, or do anything. There are cuffs in the trunk of the Impala. Cuff her to something. Ask Bobby about a safe room for her.”

Dean tried to stand up and walk over and check on Near. Bobby was talking to Mello, when Dean tried to take off across the little clearing under the trees. He got about three feet and the world started spinning. Bobby looked up.

“Shit!” He started running, with Mello right behind him.

They caught him before he fell, laying him down."Damn, you are an idiot, aren't you?" It was spoken teasingly by the blond, who disappeared to get the bottle that Dean had spoken of.

Bobby leaned over the younger hunter. “He's right, idjit. That was a damn stupid thing to do, boy.”

“I don't know which one of you I should be talking to, Bobby. The world needs to slow down and let me get off, cause I'm getting dizzy.”

Two helicopters arrived at the same time. A man from each approached, taking keys and telling the owners the vehicles would be at the newest base in pristine condition. The wounded were placed in one while the others were hurried into the other.

Dean heard the men mention a base. Government choppers? Where was he being taken? He thought of the long record in the zip file, and the possibility of murder charges, and so many other things. He blacked out on those thoughts.

L had them taken to a private building he owned in the U.S. and had put his heir and Dean into a very private hospital under assumed names. Bobby was allowed to remain as he was watching over his son or so the staff had been told. The detective had moved quickly and with great care to ensure no one had any idea who the group was.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 19

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.

Tracking

"I do..." The cell rang at the same time and L picked it up. As he listened, his eyes grew wider, then angry. He dropped the lollipop into his teacup and strode to the door, opening it and giving a few words to Mello. The blond exited, obviously on alert. The detective turned to Bobby. "We go, now. Mello will stay for protection with Watari. The cabin was prepared for that."

Bobby grabbed the two shotguns, walked to his truck, picked up two more handguns. He looked at L who had walked outside. “Demons?”

"Yes," was the short answer. It was obvious the slender male was angry.

Bobby pulled out a backpack and filled it with rock salt cartridges and bullets. “What are you carrying? If I don't have the ammo, Dean will.”

"The cartridges Dean gave me."

“Okay. Try to wake up Castiel and see if he has enough mojo to do one whammy and heal Dean. We need the boy.”

"We can handle this. Dean has had enough. He is not ready to face her yet. The voice was flat. "We are wasting time."

“We going around back up that mountain?”

L gave him the directions, climbing into the vehicle.

Bobby blew his horn for the blond teen, who came running out front. He leaned out the window.

“You wake that damn angel up and tell him to conjure up enough mojo to heal Dean. Tell the boy demons got the other two and this is where we're going. Don't even think about it, L.” Bobby put the truck in reverse and pulled out.

Mello frowned, heading back inside. L gave a low stare to Bobby. "We are wasting time. Now go."

“I'm doing 80 on winding gravel roads. When I find paved roads, I'll go over a 100.”

When Mello entered the cabin, Dean was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding a blanket around him. “What was that?”

"Bobby and L." He went to the angel, poking him hard."Wake up you! Wake up or I'll roast you and fry your wings."

“Bobby's here? Where'd they go?” He watched Mello poking Castiel. The angel groaned but sat up, his eyes glazed a little, but finally focused on Mello and Dean in the background. He could see all the bandages on the hunter and his eyes widened.

"Wake up damn it!" Mello was getting pissed.

The monotone voice spoke, “I am up. Dean are you all right?”

The hunter looked at the angel and then down at himself, the pain almost excruciating, tearing him apart as he tried to control what he felt. “Oh yeah, Cas...everything is just fantastic!”, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

The blond glared at him. "He looks like a mummy, barely moving, and you ask an idiotic question like that?"

L was tapping his fingers against his knees, mentally willing them to get there sooner.

Bobby finally pulled onto a two lane black top and his foot floored the gas pedal. L grabbed hold of the dash board and then the momentum pushed him back against the seat. He was almost scared to ask what the older hunter had under the hood.

Dean looked at the Mello's face. “What's happened?”

"They got Near and Matt...Matt managed to sneak a call out. Bobby wants you healed and us following." It was obvious Mello had no patience right now and was trying to keep calm enough to answer Dean

Dean stared for a second, thoughts whirling in his pain wracked mind. Matt could handle himself, but Near. Near who was afraid of being in situations where he was touched, stared at, or made fun of. Dean panicked for him, and moved fast for someone in his shape. He reached down and dragged the angel up, a groan of agony coming from him.

“Cas, I know you are not up to snuff, but damn it, I need what ever mojo you got right now. You can always work on more, but I got to be healed right now. I need everything man. Those are my kids out there. Mello, get me clothes. My boots are gone, but I got tennis shoes. It's in my duffel. They got my guns? Then I'll need to raid the Impala. Cas, now!”

"L took what you gave him." The blond went scurrying, popping his head into the room to talk to Watari before going to get what Dean had requested. The elderly gentleman looked angry as he came back. "I have some firearms that you can modify, Dean. Get our boys back."

“I got plenty in the Impala, Watari. They're my kids too. Dean was angry and tears were going down his face. He turned the angel. “Two minutes ago is too long, Cas. Now!”

The angel looked into the face of the hunter, placed a finger on his forehead, and closed his eyes. Dean hit the floor, but rolled over and stood up. Cas had collapsed.

“I'm sorry, Cas, but the boys.” Cas looked up...”Bring them back, Dean. Get the demon bitch.”

Dean did not wait on the clothes. He ran outside with no shoes or clothes and began taking things out of the trunk and filling an extra duffel with them. He loaded the rest of the duffel with salt and holy water, swearing under his breath when he stubbed a toe.

Mello joined him outside, throwing the clothes and shoes at him. "Dress, I'll check the weapons. We don't have time to stop."

Dean started pulling on clothes and telling Mello that the weapons didn't need checking...he went over them once a week, cleaning and making the sure the ammo was fresh. Underwear and jeans on, he tossed the keys to Mello.

“Drive while I dress. When we get to the black top, we do a Chinese fire drill. I take it from there. Hell, you can drive?” Dean climbed into the passenger seat pulling on a t-shirt, then grabbing socks and the shoes, he leaned into the floorboard to take care of shodding his feet.

"I've known how to drive since I was eleven," came the answer. He jumped in, adjusted the mirrors slightly and revved the powerful engine before taking off like a bat out of hell. The teen obviously knew what he was doing, taking curves with speed but taking care not to fishtail the car.

Dean was slipping into his jacket and mentioned that the car was heavy and would fishtail and slide in loose gravel or mud. He slipped the amulet from his jacket pocket and put it over his neck. They soon hit the blacktop, “Okay put her in park, we change seats.” Dean opened the passenger door leaving it ajar and ran around the front for the driver's side, passing Mello on the way.

As the car doors slammed shut, the rear tires squealed as Dean floored it. “Tell me when to leave the road.”

Mello slid onto the bench seat, checking his gun before holstering it. "All right." Be okay, he thought to himself of the other two.

Dean kept seeing gray eyes and white hair, and with each thought, his grip on the steering wheel grew tighter until his hands were white. The trees and rocky points blurred by them. Mello looked at the speedometer. Dean was doing 120.

"Thirty seconds, turn left." He was watching the road and surroundings.

Dean's foot hit the break, and the car spun, doing a 180 on the highway, facing the opposite direction, he turned onto the dirt and gravel road, cursing no blacktop. He did about 50 which was best he could do on the turns. He finally saw Bobby's truck in the distance . Sighing, he pulled in next to the vehicle.

“How much time did they have ahead of us?” He reached into the back seat and pulled out his favorite gun. “Don't slam the doors. They don't know I'm healed.” Dean opened the back passenger door and pulled out the duffel.

“Which way?”

"North by north-east." L was using the tracking device he'd installed in each of his heir's cell phones and other things. Matt's goggles for one had a tracking device too. "As far as time, I'm not sure. Matt said they'd been able to get the burning done." He was mentally berating himself for this.

Bobby could see what L was doing. “Let's just get them back, L. We can discuss faults and things later. Dean is always taking the blame for something, but he puts it on the back burner til the job is done. We have to fight Winchester style right now.”

Dean began searching the ground looking for something from Bobby that should show where they left the grassy area into the wooded and rocky terrain. He finally spotted a broken branch pointing in a northeasterly direction. It was a new break and nothing else had been disturbed. “We go this way. Put your phone on silent mode. We don't need it going off,” Dean said as he did his.

"Already done," Mello and L responded at the same time, each to a different hunter.

Mello watched the hunter work, as Dean kept a fast pace, gun out, cocked and ready. Eyes searching for any sign of L and Bobby, or the boys and the demons. He slowed, set down the duffel, and looked at a rocky crag. There was a slight yellow on it. Dean wondered if Bobby had noticed, has he touched it with a finger and smelled it. Mello heard him murmur under his breath, “Sulfur.”

He squatted down and found the scraping in the grass to the right beside the crag. He moved around it, looking. Standing up. “I don't know if Bobby and L saw this, but they went this way.”.

"L probably has," Mello murmured. "He's more observant than he seems."

“Of course he is. He's a detective, Mello, and a damned good one, but his jungle is mostly in the city. This is mine, and he wouldn't have seen the scuffs in the grass and gravel trail on the other side of the crag unless he understood that yellow streak. Let's hope he did because if he missed this and he's tracking electronically, which I imagine he's doing, he's going to be coming around from another direction and we'll get there first.”

Blue green eyes caught sight of footprints. "They're tracking non-electronically. Take a look. Those are prints left by trainers."

“Thank God for that. If we'd gotten there first, it would have been all over for all of us. There's a trap set for L. Ruby still wants me ruined or dead, and Sam back. She does not know Bobby is with him but she will enjoy both of them. What she is not expecting is you and me. She knows what shape Cas is in. She thinks she knows my emotional and mental state right now. Maybe a little bit, but I have a job to do and neither Sam or Ruby seem to understand that. We got to be real quiet and find another way to where they are. We can't follow this trail any longer. They'll spot us. We're going up and over; catch them from above. By the way, that was damned good tracking, worthy of a hunter.”

A grim smile was given in exchange. "Thanks. They're going to bite off more than they can chew if they think they can corner L." It was obvious the boys adored their mentor, Mello especially. And the blond was right. Both the detective and senior hunter had paused, quietly discussing what needed to be done. L had realized that a trap was inevitable. The problem was tripping the trap without causing harm to Matt and Near.

Bobby looked at the trail. “You know an idjit would see this for what it is after awhile. They never counted on you being savvy or me being with you. Ruby is bright, L. If someone doesn't go down that trail, she's gonna figure there's a trap being set. Find another way, I'll take the trail and tell her I convinced you to stay and guard the boys. After all, I'm a hunter. “ The older man winked at the detective. “She thinks we're stupid or totally messed up. Well, in our business, that happens a lot, but we are still damned good at what we do.”

The hunter headed slowly down the trail, leaving the detective to find a way and set a trap.

The detective set to work. He'd looked over the journal that Matt was putting onto Sam's computer and thanks to his memory, was drawing seals on the stone with the marker he had in his pocket. He drew several of the devil's traps, covering them with leaves. This would have to work.

Mello nudged Dean as L's white shirt came into view.

“Well, isn't he all shiny in the morning sunlight. Can't tell what he's doing, but we need to find some way up there so we can go around. Wonder where Bobby is?”

"Let's find out." Mello spotted a small overgrown path that would take them to him.

“Go slow. They may have seen all those white clothes.”

They came up even with L, and Mello went out to talk to him, but Dean remained where he was, watching. He'd told the boy not to mention him in case L was being watched.

L's voice was low, giving Mello the information and the blond headed back.

Dean held a finger over his lips and motioned for Mello to follow him. They went back about ¼ mile and the hunter turned to the teen.

“Okay, what is going on and was he making devil's traps?”

"All four of us have almost photographic memories. And yes, he's making devil's traps. Bobby went around to try to draw their attention and lead them towards L."

“Let's get up that rock and head across. Not all of them are going to follow Bobby. Ruby won't. We are going take them from above.”

He nodded, following Dean. "Anything to thin their numbers out at this point is a good thing."

“Yeah, but it's a good thing we're here though. Someone to take the rest while they are trapping those who follow Bobby to L.”

Another nod. It was obvious Mello was all business. "L said they couldn't see Matt or Near though."

“Let's hope it's not a trick and she has them elsewhere. I'll find a way down and check it out to be sure.”

"L keeps tracking devices in several items we keep near us at all times. Cell phones for certain but other things as well. For Matt, it's his goggles and his game machine."

“I bet that puts a cramp in your style when you're trying to meet girls. Anyway, does he say they're there?”

"He said the objects were there. He hasn't spotted them though, so that doesn't ease his worry."

“I'm going down then.”

Mello grasped his wrist. "Wait for the signal. L's not finished yet."

“It's all right, Mello. I'm not stupid. I'm waiting for at least half the camp to follow Bobby, then I'm going to sneak in and find the boys. Okay?”

"I'll be with you. If both are hurt, you'll need the extra set of hands." He was watching the camp, waiting for the right time.

Dean smiled softly. The kid was good, he'd give him credit for that. L's team was exceptional. He watched the camp and saw Ruby come from around a large formation. He would head there when the time came.

"Chances are good she's got them under cover somewhere. Near's hair and outfit are easy to spot. Matt's hair as well, though it's a bit easier to hide."

“The odds are they're where she just came from. She's gonna taunt, poke fun, whatever she finds amusing. She's not as bad as Lilith but she's bad. She might try to play them, get them to think she's the good guy and I'm the evil one in this. It's been done before.”

He shook his head. "I'm worried about Near," he admitted. "Matt is pretty clever and can really twist things to make it seem like he's playing along. Near, though devious in his own right, just doesn't have the emotional aspect to do the same."

The strain in Dean's voice was noticeable as he answered, “I know. He's too innocent.”

"He can be a devious little shit when he wants to be," he remarked with a grin. "Three bets he's pissed her off at least four times."

Dean smiled back, slightly, “Yeah, but let's hope she hasn't decided to barbecue him by leaving him out in the desert sun.” Mello noticed that the smile never reached the hunter's eyes.

"There is that." He'd seen some of Near's nastier brushes with the sunshine. He hoped the demon hadn't thought of that.”

Dean muttered low under his breath, “She hurts that kid, I swear she'll wish she'd never known me. I'll skin her alive, nice and slow.”

"You'll be fighting L and me for that...especially L. He's very protective of us."

The hunter thought back over the conversations he'd had with Near. He cared about all three boys, even if he barely knew Matt, but Near. Dean loved him. He had no idea how it had come about, but he felt like a father to the boy. No one except Near and himself understood what was said and understood the times they were alone and talked. None of the others would be in line, because there would be no time for one. Near was his kid, in Dean's mind and heart.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 18

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

Near passed on the message to L, who nodded and looked through Dean's cell to find Bobby's cell. The white haired teenager washed Dean's injuries before draining the water and putting fresh in to help him soak and warm up.

As L went through the numbers on Dean's cell, he found Near's and Watari's info. An eyebrow raised at seeing these. He found Bobby's name and looked at the numbers. FBI? He pressed call and waited. The phone picked up on the second ring.

“Damn it, Dean, you got no right to scare an old man like this. Not taking calls since I told you not no but hell no. We will try to figure out something, but you don't go in there. I can't lose you, boy.”

"This is not Dean. The operation went through but there were unforeseen events. The demon named Ruby showed up. Castiel, the angel is also injured. I can give you our location."

“Okay, let me get this straight. Who are you?”

"A detective that has been working with Dean on this case."

“You got a name, Detective? I'm Bobby Singer, and I'm the closest thing to family those boys have. Let me talk to Sam.”

"I go by many names but since Dean trusts you, I am L. Sam is currently indisposed. Dean is injured. One of my associates is helping him clean up."

The line was still for a moment. Bobby's voice was shaky, whether from shock, anger, or combination of the two, L wasn't sure.

“You hesitated. Sam is indisposed? What the hell has he done now? Dean is injured, well he knew he'd burn his crotch doing that. Means he won't be pleasuring any more women for a while, and it'll do him some good to think about what the hell he's doing. How did Cas get injured? He could heal Dean in an instant. You mentioned Ruby. I thought she was Sam's friend and helping them. I don't trust demons and neither does Dean. Now just explain to me all of this. I will be there in a couple of hours. Cas told me the way.”

"He is currently under treatment for addiction and is in the withdrawal phase. As far as the angel, he separated from the group. I can only surmise that he went against another group of creatures, possibly ones that the demon Ruby put together."

“Okay, what kind of addiction? Dean knew something was wrong. He kept telling me that Sam wasn't himself, but Sam was saying the same thing about Dean. Hell, the boy was ripped out of hell by an angel and told he's supposed to stop the the blasted apocalypse. I'd drink too, but what has Sam gotten into? If you are helping him, is anyone helping Dean with his by any chance? What the hell is Ruby upset about?”

"Actually, Watari has spoken to him on that subject from what I understand and is aiding him. As far as the substance Sam is addicted to, I think it would be best to wait until you are here so we can discuss this." He didn't want the man having an accident.

“How badly was the bodily fluids? How long is Dean going to be out of business? Did he get badly burned or mild like he hoped it would be? How were things made worse by Ruby?”

"It would be better to speak of this face to face. We're currently developing a plan to capture the demon and your input would be welcome."

“I'll be there sooner then I thought.” Bobby hung up.

L ended the call with a frown. This meeting with Dean's mentor would probably not go well.

Dean came too in the warm water, the pain having broken through the stupor he'd been in. His bottom lip was crusted with dried blood. He had no idea what part of him hurt the most. His feet felt burnt, his hands, arms, neck and chest . There were only a couple of small spots on his face that hurt. His crotch was on fire, but he expected it. What he had not counted on was his back. His memories of the time with Ruby made him ill. How could Sam? Killing the bitch wouldn't be enough. He opened his eyes and stared straight into gray ones.

“Near?” The bright light stung his eyes, so he closed them again. I'm hurting like hell.. Need to get out of this water. Can you get someone to help me stand up? Seems I burned the bottom of my feet.” The older Winchester brother tried to laugh it off, but the laugh ended in a soft sob.

"Dean does not have to be strong at this moment. Near is aware Dean is in pain. If Dean will wait a moment, Near will get L to help Dean out of the bathtub."

Near's calm voice, and affirmation that he knew what Dean was going through, comforted the hunter. No one had ever told him he didn't have to be strong because they knew where he was. He nodded softly and kept his eyes closed against the bright light. “Okay,” he whispered. He heard Near get up to leave. “Near? Thank you.”

"Such a thing is not necessary, Dean. Near will be right back." He slipped out to get L.

Dean halfway dozed in the tub again, the pain and exhaustion from what he'd done making it hard to stay awake. He knew he'd have to face the memories. Watari said no more hiding things inside. Right now, he couldn't focus on it. The queen had been disgusting but Ruby had been humiliating. She had him now, Any time they faced off, she'd have this over him. Hell, what if Sammy went back to her? He shook it off, trying to concentrate on the victory they had tonight. He heard the door open, kept his eyes closed in the bright light, hoping they'd take him somewhere quiet and dark. He wanted to hurt in private, if he had to hurt. “L? I”m a dead weight, man.”

"That is to be expected. The first aid kit is ready. Are you ready to get out of the water?" L had noticed the closed eyes and would make sure to keep things dim for the other.

“I'm ready, L. The water felt good, although it stung, but the drug they gave me is gone, and it's hurting like hell, man. I expected pain, but not everywhere. Things didn't go like they were supposed to. How bad is Cas? He'll heal on his own. Angels can do that, but he can't help me right now, so I got to deal. I'm so tired.”

The hunter looked into the detective's eyes, and he squinted badly and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"He's taken some damage. I anticipate he should be back on his feet before tomorrow, depending on how much energy he's lost." Carefully, the detective picked up the hunter and carried him into a dimly lit room.

Dean felt the coolness of a darker room and opened his eyes. Where are we?”

"A bedroom," he answered, then gently set him down on the bed. For someone who looked so scrawny, L was definitely stronger than anticipated. The first aid kit was opened and the dark haired male began taking care of the injuries.

L tended bad burns, the whip lashes, rips where the queen had bitten the man, and claw marks from the quills. He shook his head, applying medicines and bandages.

The detective could feel the hazel eyes watching him in the dim light of the room. He could hear a sudden hiss, slight moan or groan, and once in a while,a light sob, but the hunter took the treatment of his wounds in quiet. If L looked, he would have seen the bloodied lip, and tears on the face, but very little sound was heard.

L made no mention of the tears or soft sounds and simply focused on his task. Eventually, every wound was treated and bandaged. "You need to rest. Shall I have one of the boys come and sit with you?"

“Do I need someone, L?”

"That is why I asked? You have gone through a traumatic experience. It would make sense if you did not wish to be alone."

Dean thought about it. Only Sam or Bobby had ever done that. Cas once, he thought. No one had ever thought to ask him if he needed someone. He took a deep breath, and softly said, “Yes, L. Thank you.”

Dean struggled to find a position that did not hurt and decided there was no such thing. He closed his eyes, determined to sleep.

The other nodded and slipped out. A few moments later, Mello came in and took a seat on a chair, curling up with a book. Near was working with Matt on something, and the blond had volunteered to take this position.

Dean dozed, falling in and out of a nightmare riddled sleep, but other then a few muttered words or soft cries, he was quiet.

The others were working steadily when an old truck pulled up to the cabin. Bobby Singer walked up to the door, carrying two shotguns He knocked and said, "Anyone home?

The door was opened and a red haired teenager wearing goggles stared at him for a long moment. "You are?"

“I'm the son of a bitch who will be kicking Winchester asses once those damn boys are well enough to be kicked! You?”

"Matt. You must be Bobby Singer. L said you were coming. Come in."

Bobby, looking like his scraggly old self, but with red rimmed eyes, and a look of total exhaustion, stared around the room. “Well?”

Near was sitting on the floor in his usual position. One hand was constructing a dice tower while he was typing one handed into the laptop in front of him. L was perched in his seat, sucker in his mouth as he frowned at the display. Dark eyes looked up. "Bobby Singer?"

“Yeah, that's me. You L?”

He nodded, then pointed at a chair with the lollipop. "Sit please."

Bobby sat in the offered chair, laying the shotguns next it. “Okay, I've been traveling nonstop from South Dakota since I talked to Dean. I found out just how fast that truck can go and how fast gas can burn at those speeds. What the hell is going on? You don't look like the types who fight monsters, so how did Sam and Dean get you mixed up in this? Second how was Sam paying for drugs? Dean runs credit card scams to keep them alive and in business. Third, what the hell happened to make Dean do this so fast and how bad is he, cause I'm gathering it's worse then a little salt pitre.”

"First off, can you tell Matt and Mello how to handle a salt and burn? While they deal with that, I can give you the information you require. The corpses we left behind need to be dealt with and quickly."

“It wasn't done? Okay, gather the bodies and pour salt all over them. Pour gasoline, lots of it on them, light 'em up, let them burn til nothing's left. Why didn't Dean see to this?”

Near answered in a monotone "Dean has taken a great deal of damage and could not be expected to handle this. Near will go with Matt and see this done as Mello is with Dean now." Matt nodded, saying he'd go with the other.

The gruff voice cracked, “How much is a great deal of damage? How bad is the boy hurt?” L could see the hands turning white as the man gripped the arms of the chair.

L listed the injuries and what was done to treat them as the two teens hurried to take care of the task.

“The queen's blood must have splashed and spread like wild fire for him to be that badly burned, but lacerations?”

"Ruby showed up and decided to try out the other brother."

“Try out? He let her? Dean hates demons and this one has been at the top of his list for a long time. Why would he willingly have sex with her. He was there to do it with the queen. The queen would be upset at him doing that.”

The detective shared everything he knew in regards to Ruby having been in contact with the queen, the potion, and the interactions they had heard over the communications units.

“Oh, hell, this ain't good. That boy has enough emotional problems without drug induced rape by the demon his brother is messing with. The way Sam's been lately, he'll blame his brother for it.” Bobby sighed, leaning his head into one hand. He was still for a moment and looked up at L.

“What is Sam addicted to? How the hell is he raising the money to get it?”

"He doesn't need money for what he is addicted to. We got the information direct from his supplier. It's demon blood." He stared at the candy for a moment.

"Watari and I both have experience in psychology and can assist both of them through this. However, there are things going on that need dealing with. The first, I am working with the angel in regards to trying to determine the whole issue about the possible apocalypse. I have no religious affiliations but know that humans are not supposed to be involved. The determination of the angels to involve them troubles me. Second, Ruby must be dealt with."

“Demon blood? Sam is an intelligent man. Why the hell would he? How could he? Damn! Dean knows this? You can help them? I have no idea if they will even tell you one-half of their problems. I can tell you this. Ninety percent of it is 'Daddy.' I wish Mary had never died. I wish Missouri had had one iota of a real idea that though Sam needed her compassion, it was Dean who was hurting the worse. Missouri was picking up on Mary's spirit's horror that she had allowed that demon in to put blood in the Sam's mouth as a baby. John Winchester should have let Pastor Jim or me have those boys. Hell, Ellen would've raised them at the Roadhouse. Anything but what he did to them. If you can get it out of them, then help them. Ruby needs to die.”

He held a hand up to stop the other man's sudden monologue. "He is intelligent but like all humans, he was vulnerable when this began. I can only surmise that Ruby preyed upon that weakness while Dean was dead. Dean has his own issues which will be dealt with. What's past is past. Watari and I can only help them deal with the past and give them life skills to work on."

“That is all I would ask. I'm killing Ruby. She is using a dead body so there are no issues of a soul in there somewhere.”

"Only after I gain information from her first. I need to know why the demons are so interested in the brothers."

“They don't want Dean anymore. He broke the first seal in hell, and that's what they needed, but they don't know this supposedly new prophecy about him. They'd want him dead if they did. It's Sam I'm concerned about with the demons. Dean, now? It's the angels I'm worried about. This is crazy.”

"I will get to the bottom of this."

“I hope you do. Those boys are my life. I love both of them, but Dean, well, he's had so little. What he had he gave to Sam. He always did. John was an asshole, but he did what he thought he had to do. His fights with Sam and other little things proves how much he loved him, but Dean, he trusted Dean to a point, made him grow up at age 4. Not right. I guess they are both sleeping, hopefully?”

"Mello is with Dean so Dean would not have to be alone. Watari is with Sam now. We had to activate a white noise machine to drown out the screams earlier as they were causing issues with Dean."

“I hope not more bad issues. Just screams and not verbal attacks. Sam's done that a lot lately, but I'm beginning to understand why the boy is doing it. Demon blood and Ruby, along with Dean's death. Thank you for helping them. I'd like to stay til they are at least on the mend, then I'll head back. I would like to know how they dragged you into this.”

"You may be needed for the process, I don't know. To be honest, I have no idea what we will uncover during this." He sipped at his tea, eyes flashing to the clock.

"Tell me what you want from me, and I'll help in any way." Bobby noticed the glance at the clock." It takes time to do a salt and burn, depending on how far they had to go. If you know the way, we can check on them?"

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 17

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

The Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aw, come on...give a guy a break.”

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

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

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

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

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

He screamed, “Now!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All accounted for," he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 16

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.

Waiting

Mello piped in. "Maybe so..but Near will have to be shown. It's just who he is."

“I know who he is, Mello, but I wanted him to understand where Cas was coming from and why I trust him. Near is special to me, and I always want understanding between us.”

The blond's face hardened slightly and he went to the window, watching out. L gave a soft sigh. This was going to explode later.

Dean saw the look and walked over to Mello. “Mello, I'd like to make peace between us and get know you like I know Near. I want to be friends, and I had hoped our adventure tonight might open a door between us.” Dean wanted to reach out and touch him but wasn't sure if it would be accepted. He stood close enough behind the blond that Mello could hear his breathing.

He nodded, voice low. "Yeah..we can try."

“I would like to find time alone for each of you, but also do things together if you would allow that. I'm trying to build friendships and family here with all of you.”

"It's him I have the problem with."

“Mello, Near is very special. He may be different but we should find joy in the difference. He has a soft heart but doesn't understand it. Little things bring a joy he doesn't understand. He needs us to show him how. Why do you have a problem? I want to understand. Do you know that you are special too. There were things about you I had problems with but I want to overcome those problems and learn you and care about you. We all need that.”

The voice was bitter. "He's always special, always important. I work my fingers to the bone and he always beats me. No emotions..just a fucking ball of cotton."

“You have something he would trade all of his genius for, Mello. He wants to feel. It hurts but he doesn't understand hes hurting. He's lonely, Mello. He told me he had no friends, but he does because I'm his friend. I've come to love and appreciate him in a very short time. He may beat you but he feels no joy in that, nothing. It is a burden he bears and does not understand that he does. There's an emptiness he doesn't know how to fill.

“You, Near, and Matt are all three with L because all three of you are special. This is not a contest. You all three have gifts and talents that compliment each other. No matter which one of you becomes L, it will take all three of you to be him. Not a one of you has what L has. Don't you see that. Near has the genius, you have the skills to comprehend how to handle a battle, to fight remarkably well, and you have the leadership abilities. Matt, is the mechanical genius. You all three need each other to fulfill each other and become the leadership to be L when he retires. Near may have the title but he's nothing without you and Matt. If either of you gain the title, you will be nothing without the other two. Near can not handle being outside or among people. Who will represent L in those situations? It would be you. Don't you realize that you three are like brothers....triplets, you all have situations that hurt and disturb you, but when you pull together, you are one.”

He rubbed his arm idly, thinking on what the hunter had said. "I will think on it."

“Okay, please do think hard. It makes sense and you're a real sensible guy. You're just hurting like a lot of us are.”

Mello nodded. "Just..hate trying so hard and not even succeeding."

“But I don't understand. You each have your own expertise. You succeed all the time in areas where Near doesn't. You complete each other not tear each other down.”

"Something I remember. Be the best and no one can look down on you."

“The things I remember are when you are on the top, there are hundreds there to knock you off the top and take your place and then you have nothing. The best way, I've learned is to have each other's backs. If I had not had your back tonight, Mello, that creature would have done to you what happened to the other murder victims. You'd have had a quill and then been butchered. You thought yourself invincible before tonight. You learned that working together in the field and trusting each other keeps you alive. Its the same with everything else. You three will make L together. So what if Near has the title. He won't be out in the world much to enjoy the title. He just has the genius, but you and Matt will be the ones out there doing the work, enjoying the challenges. You both have genius as well, Mello. It's not a bad deal. There's three of you at the top. No one topples a conglomerate.”

He nodded, bangs falling into his eyes. "And thanks for having my back, by the way. Thought you were all talk but you seem to know what you're doing."

“Thanks, you were good out there tonight. You took the order to run and get help, and you were fast at it. I wouldn't mind you having my back any time.”

The blond gave him a grin. "You got it."

“Fair enough,” Dean held out a hand waiting for Mello.

He took the hand, shaking it with a firm grip.

Dean, taking this as another test, grinned, returning the firm grip.

Mello gave him a grin.

Dean turned serious, “I'm counting on you tonight. What I have to do is gonna get me hurt, and I'm gonna need ya.” He turned and looked at everyone in the room. “All of you. Near, you want to handle communication? I can't carry anything on me they might find and realize it's a trap. I need you to monitor where I am by heat signature. I know you can tell a person's emotion, body strength, and if they are injured by heat signatures. You can let them know what's halfway going on. I need you for that if you would. Cas should be back soon guys. This is gonna be it. We take them all out. No one gets out either exit. We have to kill them all. They are going to be going spastic once I kill the queen. She's the tough one to take out because of her protection, which is why I am going at it this way. Okay? I could use a cup of coffee while we wait on Cas.”

Dean headed towards the kitchen, yelling back, “Anyone else want anything while we wait?”

A slew of dessert orders followed him as Near worked with Matt to get the systems set up.

The hunter brought the desserts with glasses of milk for the boys and hot tea for L “No groans on the milk. It's good for you and goes well with desserts. Unless you're lactose intolerant, and I can tell a lie a mile away, you'll drink it.” grinned as he set the desserts and beverages down, and headed back into the kitchen and sat in the dark drinking his coffee.

The teens stared at the milk, then at L. The detective was obviously trying not to laugh, biting his thumb as he scanned over a file.

Dean grinned over imagined expressions as he sat in the dark and sipped the hot, bitter coffee. He always drank it strong. It kept him awake and alert, and tonight, he would need it. His grin turn to a pensive expression as he tried to map out what he would have to do. It was not going to be easy. He did not like pain, and this type of pain was going to be hard to keep control over. He seriously hoped Cas had no problems. He wanted a quick healing over this one, and the thought of Cas overdoing it or having problems scared him badly. He knew he had to keep a brave face on it. No one must know he was scared. Dean Winchester seldom told people that. The last time was when he finally told Sam he was afraid to go to hell. He tried to think of other things and just stared off into the distance, glad Sam was not involved. He could imagine the battle right now. He was surprised Bobby had given up so easily. It wasn't like him.

Near finished his milk, then leaned to murmur something to Matt. The other nodded, making an adjustment. It was obvious they were taking this very seriously.

Dean heard the fluttering of wings and Cas was in the kitchen. Cas' eyes sought him out. “Bobby has been breaking speed records in that truck of his for two days now. Did you know that a person can make it from South Dakota to west Texas in three days? He has not slept and he is not happy, Dean. He seems to blame me for it, but I was not here when you made what he is calling an asinine decision. I did not tell him you are doing it tonight. He would have demanded that I whisk him here. I did not think you needed his, what is the term?, bitching?, before you did this. Is everyone ready?”

Dean stared at him like he was from another planet. What was the purpose of this monologue from the angel? He sighed, “Yeah, let's get this over with.”

He rose and heading into the living area, with the angel right behind him.

L rose, looking at his heirs. "Near, Matt, are you ready?" Near donned the headset while Matt handed L, Mello, and Dean receivers and mikes that were wireless but powerful. "Just speak, we'll hear you."

Dean placed the mike and receiver in a machete sheathe. He undid his jeans and strapped the sheathe to his leg inside the jeans. He looked up with a wavering grin. “Pray they don't try to strip me before the queen arrives, or I'm dead. I want to hide the sheathe somewhere beneath us where I can grab it and use it at the right time. Wireless stuff is great, but if they find the stuff, the heat signature is all you will have. Thanks for these, guys. Cas, you ready to haul us? Cas will be ready to hold off the enemy at the front. I'm going in the front, but the rest enter the back entrance. Ruby is not going to mess with me. She wants this to happen to me. Stupid bitch still believes what Sam believes, that I'm weak and not able to do this anymore. Let's show them what we're made of. ”

L nodded. "Mello and I for certain. Near will be guiding us via headset. Matt will be doing the technical support."

“Okay, you are going into unknown territory. They are mourning but very hostile right now. One of the males is dead. We don't know how many are there. Take no unnecessary risks but use two machetes, if you can handle that. If not, then one and use both hands on it. Try for clean slices, get them down with one and you can go back for complete decapitation. If the slices are clean, you will have them down and unable to defend themselves. Don't do a second hit if you have them down. Go for the ones who are still mobile and remove them. Then we can finish it afterward It's not gonna be easy, if you've never killed. L, I know you did tonight, but Mello, don't think about it until it's over. Okay?”

The blond nodded, fastening the two sheathes to his belt. He checked his gun for ammo, pocketing spare clips to be safe.

L also fastened on the machetes, slipping on a pair of shoes with a look of distaste.

Near looked up. "Activate the microphones so an equipment test can be run."

I turned mine on before it went into the sheathe, and I doubt I'll hear the earphones, but I might get to them if I get through this with the queen. Okay. Can you hear me?”

Cas looked distastefully at the earphones and mike. “Do I really need these?”

Matt snickered. "If you want to look like a fool and miss the action, I guess not."

Near nodded, giving an okay signal. "Adequate. This should work."

“Okay, Cas, drop L and Mello at the back entrance and me at the front, and find your position out front and try nothing at first. Give me time to get in. They aren't expecting me, so I'm gonna be a treat. I just don't want any demons doing a shakedown and handing me over. They'll look for weapons. I'm Dean Winchester. To most of them, other then Ruby, I'm a force to be reckoned with. They know I'm armed. I have no idea what the hell Ruby is thinking other then a nice, slow, torturous death. Let's go”