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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 138

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


Sarah Helps Dean



Dean sighed, got up and headed for the door. He opened it, turned, and stared at the men sitting there.  “Thanks.”  He walked out and shut the door behind him.  Heading down the hall,  he went into the main big room. The women were still in in the enclosed patio. He decided to go out the front. Stepping outside, the hunter looked up at the cloudless sky, the stars in abundance, and the shadow of a something flying low...a bird, hunting.  He headed towards the western side of the cabin and strolled towards the small wooded area behind the cabin, where the creature had hidden so many months ago.


The doctor shook his head.  "Is he always that balled up in stress?"


Sam and Bobby both said, “Yes,” at the same time. Bobby sighed, “Actually, he’d gotten better after that final battle. Dean has always felt responsible for everything.  His Dad always placed burdens on him. He takes on everything.  Ran every hunt we did.  He used to be pretty carefree. He always took a lot on him, but he hid it well. There’s a lot of water under the bridge.  He’s dealt with a lot of it. Watari and Ryuzaki know that. But, he still feels responsible for things. When he does let go and is actually carefree, he ends up hurting someone. It scares him. That’s the main problem.”


He was quiet for a moment.  "I think he needs to take time to destress..meditation perhaps..something to reach an inner calm."


Bobby looked up at that. “Are you talking tranquilizers?  He won’t be able to function on those. What else is available?”



"No, I'm talking meditation, not drugs," the doctor told him.

“Dean’s not going to take that very well, Doc.  He’s gonna think we want to drug him or that he’s crazy,” Bobby commented.

 "Then someone needs to give him literature on what meditation is and the benefits to it," he said.  "Otherwise, he could stress himself into a heart attack."
   
“Near loaned him candles and a cd to help him relax and sleep.  It’s a good idea.  He accepted it at the time and it helped him.  Watari, do you know of any that can help him?” the older hunter asked.

 Sam actually broke his silence. "Sarah does. She practices meditation and the like everyday to keep herself balanced. She could work with him on it."


“Kill two birds with one stone?” the doctor asked.


 "Exactly," he said, rising.  "I'm going to talk to her about it now."


Everyone rose and followed the taller man out of the room.


 Sam went and tugged Sarah to the side, murmuring what was going on and asking if she'd be willing to teach Dean. The woman nodded, hoping it would be a good bonding opportunity for her and her future brother-in-law.


It was getting late and Elsbeth wanted to get Andy home.  Doc thought it was a good idea.  He told everyone to make sure Dean was at the clinic on the property early on Wednesday and to get him to bed if he was driving to school in the city in the morning.


 The group disbanded and Sarah went looking for Dean, keeping alert to any night time critters that could cause harm.



The hunter was about a half mile from the cabin , near the mountain trail L had all but carried him down.  He was sitting near a mesquite, leaning back and watching the stars.  He looked up as he heard the noise of someone walking the trail.


 Sarah didn't say anything, simply taking a seat beside him.  He'd chosen a wonderful spot. Dean said nothing, simply moving over to make more room for her.  She gazed at him, looking at the profile that was so different from his brother’s.  Their parents must have been complete opposites, she thought.  Dean could feel her watching him.  Finally, he turned his head and stared back at  her.


 She broke her silence. "You know, I realize your life is really stressful.  I didn't realize how bad it had gotten.  I was wondering, Dean, what do you know about meditation?"


Dean watched her, thinking about what she had asked.  He licked his bottom lip and his mind worked out what was happening. They’d decided he needed this and sent her. Why Sarah?  Because he was having problems with her.  That would have been Sam.  


“They sent you into the lion’s den, Sarah?”  Her heart sank, but before before she could come up with a reply, Dean answered her. “Near loaned me some candles and a tape to listen to.  It helped me clear my mind and be able to actually sleep the night through.  It helped.  Why?”



 "No they didn't send me to beard the lion in his den," she teased before sobering.  "That's actually a form of meditation.  Near got you on the right path; I'm glad to know it helped.  I know you're stressed, and I want to help.  I practice various forms of meditation daily, and I truly believe it can help you.  I want to teach you how to do it."


“How will it work, Sarah?  Is there room on the schedule to do this? “ Sarah could hear desperation in his voice.  Did she also hear a slight glimmer of hope there also?


 "Give me fifteen minutes of your day," she told him.  "I'll guide you through it and help you learn so that if you feel yourself getting upset or stressed out, you can fall into the breathing to clear  your mind so you can approach the problem without the stress."


Dean nodded and she heard his voice break as he said, “Okay.”


She reached out, taking his hand and squeezing gently. "Would you like to try now?"



Dean was nervous and so tired. He almost joked it off and thought,  ‘Hell, no, you fool. Don’t upset her. You need her right now, and she wants to help.’


He choked on the one word he could get out, “Please.”


Sarah gave him a sweet smile.  "What's one image that you can look at or visualize that does not cause any emotion, simply peace?"


Dean stared at her, speechless.  He wracked his brain.  He looked up at the sky, and smiled softly.  “The stars,” he whispered.


The smile grew wider.  "Good, close your eyes, focus that image in your mind and concentrate on that.  Breathe in slowly for a four count, hold for a few moments, then let it go."  She began falling into the right breathing to demonstrate.


The man beside her closed his eyes and began to breath as she told him.  He could see the desert sky in his mind.  The stars were large and  numerous, and the twinkling was brilliant.  He concentrated on the stars and controlled his breathing.


 Her voice was soothing.  "Let everything go..emotions, thoughts...just focus on the image," she told him.  She could see the stress lines starting to ease.



Dean felt a heavy weight roll off his shoulders.  He had not realize how badly he was hurting.  Every muscle relaxed.  Tension eased.  His neck and shoulders relaxed.  He felt an incredible sense of peace.  He felt calm.  He kept the breathing up and the sensation of no pain or tenseness was almost overpowering to him. He trembled.


 "Hold onto the image, let the void where the stress was fill with peace and calmness. All there is right now is this moment," she told him softly.


Dean did as he was told. He felt his arms and legs go limp.  He couldn’t control them.  He lay back on the desert sand and kept the breathing going, focusing on the stars in his mind.  His body was shaking.  The loss of tension and stress completely overpowering him more than he’d thought possible.  


Sarah stayed with him, guiding him through the session.  She knew that the first times he did this would be rough given how stressed he remained.


The heaviness in his chest was gone, and with it the exhaustion he’d been feeling. The more things eased, the more his body shook. He was not used to this kind of full released. It was something he’d carried his entire life.  The calm and the peace was taking his mind over. He’d never allowed anything to have control of his mind in such a way, but he did not fight it.


She smiled, knowing that Dean was doing really well so far.



Within a few minutes, Dean was asleep, the dream of stars still in his mind, and a strong senseation of well-being he’d never experienced since childhood.  He’d not had anything to drink and no sex.  He just rested peacefully under the mesquite tree.


Sarah giggled, texting Sam where they were and asking for him to help her get Dean to the house. She didn't want to wake him.


Sam was sitting in the big room with Bobby, Lisa, Watari and Ryuzaki. He read the text message and smiled. Looking up, he spoke softly, “It seems to have worked pretty well.  Dean’s asleep.  Deep sleep.  Ryu, would either you or one of the boys want to help me?  I don’t want to wake him.”


"I will," he said, rising.  "It is good that Sarah's intervention helped."



“Yeah, it is.  It’s also good that Dean was willing to accept her help.  He was desperate, Ryu.”


"With enough instruction, Dean will be able to utilize this technique for when he feels stressed or overwhelmed," he said as they headed to the location Sarah had given them.


The went out the back patio, across the yard that was surrounded on two sides  by the heavy woods.  L remembered going after the creature that had attacked Dean.  He remembered hearing Dean draw its attention towards himself to protect Mello.  Dean  could have so easily used that as a reason to keep the boys out of the hunts they did together, but he didn’t.  L had wondered about that at times, but he’d  never asked the man.


Sam muttered, “There they are.”


Sarah was smiling, staying by her future brother in law, and waved at the two to show she was there.


Both men looked down at the sleeping man.  Sam reached down and helped his future bride get off the ground.  “He all right?  Is it normal to drop of like this?  He won’t be able to do this at work or his diesel class if this is going to happen, can he?”


"It's a reaction to letting the stress and emotions disappear, Sam.  He's fine," she told him.  "He had a lot to let go."


“I thought it took ages to do this.  How did he manage it in one sitting?”



 "He listened and cooperated fully," she said, watching as Ryuuzaki and Sam managed to pick up the sleeping man.


“It might be easier on him if I took him in my arms and laid his head on my shoulder. If you can help me get him turned, I can do that. I’ve done it when he’s been badly injured.  I’ve worked out enough that I’m strong enough.  He’s a big man. I’m just bigger”  Sam grinned at the smaller man.  


Sasquatch," she teased, watching while Ryuuzaki helped move Dean into the right position.


Sam held his brother’s head against one shoulder, and arranged him in his arms with Ryuzaki’s help.  


“He used to carry me when I was younger and not quite this tall.  I’d be hurt, sick, or just exhausted.  I can remember my head on his shoulder.  Him putting me to bed, taking off my outer clothes, and tucking me in.  I never had many chances to do the same for him.  Just a few times.  He’s a good man, Sarah.  Give him  a  chance.  He’s just never had a chance to learn how to act around real ladies”



 "If I wasn't giving him a chance, Sam, I wouldn't have helped him tonight or be teaching him what he needs," she told her fiancĂ©.


“I know that, but he’s gonna get on your  nerves.  I can promise you.  He does mine.”  Sam tried to lean over with his burden in his arms and kiss her.


"I'll deal," she told him, kissing him back.  "Let's get him to Lisa."


“Yeah, he’s got diesel class all day tomorrow.  Bobby and I are running the shop like we always do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He really needs to be able to sleep the day through, but he won’t. Thanks,  Sarah. I love you.”


"I love you too," she said softly, walking beside the men as they headed back.


Lisa had gone to get the bed ready. Watari went to tell Ben it was his bedtime.  Bobby watched for the the group heading toward the cabin.  He finally saw them and turned on the outside lights and the lights on the patio.  Sam stepped into the patio and headed towards the door to the kitchen.  Sarah moved ahead to open the door.  L  moved beyond her to get the door to Dean’s wing.


It was a group effort but one that went smoothly as if it had been done a thousand times before.


Sam never stopped moving, depending upon the two with him to facilitate his continued ability to move forward.  When they reached the stairs, Sarah moved in front of him and Ryuzaki behind.  Sam slowly took the steps, one foot up, then the other foot up.  It was slow but they made it.  Sarah went down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door.  Lisa opened it and let them in.  Sam gently laid his brother on the large bed, and stood up straight, rubbing his arms.  He smiled down at the sleeping man.  Dean never slept like this.



Sarah tugged her fiancĂ© out of the room, leaving Lisa with the sleeping Dean.  Once out of earshot, she told the two men what was on her mind.  "Given time, he'll be able to do this anytime he feels upset and be able to live a healthier life."


“Until then?” Sam asked.


 "Until then, he'll learn to handle things slowly and I'll teach him the skills he needs."


“Okay. You’re taking on a major job, hon. “  Sam hugged her.  “But you’re saving my brother’s life. You know that, don’t you?"
  
 "Nah..just teaching him survival skills and a chance to experience life without being that stressed all the time."


“Well, I know what you’re doing, whether you acknowledge it or not.  I love you, Sarah. Thank you for helping him.  He means a lot to me..”


 "I know, love, but I'm not doing it because he's important to you.  I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do," she said, looking at him as they entered their wing.  
















Supernatural Death Note Chapter 137

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

Dean Finally Faces the Truth

Dean looked over at Bobby and Watari and nodded at both.  The boys had headed back to the media room.  He turned and walked towards Ryuzaki, the doctor, and Sam.  

“If you wouldn’t mind grabbing a chair and coming to my office, I’d appreciate it.  I have two extra chairs in there and I’d like to talk to all of you.”

 Ryuzaki frowned a bit, then nodded, rising and standing in his usual slumped over position.  Once he'd gotten the doctor to shut up about his diet and posture, the man had been somewhat tolerable to converse with.

The hunter’s usual stride took off towards the door to his wing and he left it open for the others, going through the entrance room and into the living room.  He paused, looking at the room and smiled, liking what Lisa had done as far as wood selection.  He could hear the others coming, so he picked up his pace and walked down the hallway to his office.  He opened the door, switching on a light that turned the light behind his chair on .  He went and sat down, feeling weary.  He laid his head back, eyes closed, and waited.  He was not looking forward to this.  Bobby’s actions earlier bothered him.

 The group settled in chairs with Ryuuzaki taking his usual abnormal pose in one near a corner.

Dean sat up,  his hazel eyes making contact which each person.  Ryuzaki’s eyes gleamed, Sam’s  showed concern, and the Doctor’s showed curiosity.  He looked at Bobby’s and could tell the man wasn’t certain on what he was going to do. That hurt. He closed his eyes for a second and met Watari’s. There, he found compassion and he sat up straight, ready to talk.

The men waited, wondering what it was the older Winchester had to say.  
 
“I’ve not been very honest with everyone.  I’ve been having problems for months. I’m tired. I don’t sleep well. I can’t eat what I want. It’s not a just warning on it any more.  It makes me sick.  I’m letting things bother me, and they shouldn’t. I thought once we changed jobs, it would be easy.  My job I know, but this is different. I’m having trouble coping.  I’ve spent my whole life running from things, avoiding relationships.  Hell, I don’t know how”

"I had a problem this weekend with Lisa and Sarah.  I got pretty upset.  I don’t think it was all my fault, but I’m working on correcting it. Thing is I did something really stupid.  I stopped at an authentic Mexican restaurant on the way home and I ate hot and spicy.  I didn’t listen to anyone.  Not even myself.  I knew better. I got so sick from it, I was on the ground in pain and the acid and burning was bad.  

Today, I pushed again.  I tired myself out, big time.  Everyone got upset again. I got the schedule.  I know what I’m supposed to do every day.  We’re not always doing the schedule and I get caught up and I just want to do like I used to do. I don’t understand why things have to be different.  I have asked Doc to find out why they said things had to change.  What is making me this way. I was stupid...a fool. I should never have pulled into that restaurant.  I’m sorry.

The words had come rushing out as if the young man was afraid that if he paused someone would say something and he’d never be able to finish.

Bobby spoke before Sam could.  "Dean...we've been waiting for you to talk to us about this.  We didn't know how to confront you on it and not make it look like we were ganging up on you, son.  We need to know what you need to help. The schedule is there, yes, but what else?"

“I don’t want people trying to change me.  I’m me, Bobby.  I’m who my Dad taught me to be. I raised me just like I raised Sam.  I might act stupid or goofy sometimes. I will make mistakes, but trying to change me and make what I’m not makes me tense and angry. Just let me be me. There’s a lot I gotta deal with right now. The business is taking off, but I have school online and the diesel school.  I’m trying to follow the schedule, but I’m tired. I just need home to be home...not some place I’m gonna spend time being griped at.  Please?”

"You're running yourself into the damn ground, son. We can't let you do that when we can help you," he told him, face and voice showing that he obviously cared and was deeply concerned about what was going on.  "We're not trying to change you..just help."

The pain in Dean’s voice could be heard, “Damn it, Bobby.  I’m not talking about the schedule.  I haven’t had it that long, so give me time with it.  Help with it. I’m talking about making me something I’m not.  First off, I’m not a damn Campbell!  I’m gonna read about my heritage so I  can talk to Sarah, but a kilt is still a damn skirt!  Making me feel like I’m the bad guy because I didn’t like something about my family is not fair. I’m having to give in and do what everybody wants.  No one...I mean no one stopped what happened. The  only thing  done to bring peace is coming from me..  You tell me how that’s not trying to change me?  I needed someone to care that it hurt me.  I hate that it happened, but I ought to have the right feel that way. I ate the damn Mexican food because it cheered me up...made me feel better. All my  life food , alcohol, and sex were the only things that felt good. I didn’t feel good at all. I got engaged and paid Hell for it.  Okay?  I just wanted ....hell, it doesn’t matter does it?  Sarah and Lisa are right. You’ve all told me that  I don’t know how to do this.” 

Ryuuzaki broke the silence.  "I believe the family does not know how to handle Dean anymore," he pointed out. Dean insists on not being changed, not having people hovering over Dean's shoulder, and then requests that someone needed to stop Dean from making these mistakes?"  He paused for a moment, shifting his speech slightly. "Dean, you are making demands that are confusing your family a great deal.  They can do one thing and become attacked for it.  I understand a lot of this is stress, but you need to talk to them about what you need without hiding behind the usual bravado that you used to use around Watari and me. You need to meet with them, tell them what you want and need, and then allow them to adjust.  However, the plans cannot change if you suddenly decide you are being too constricted."  He turned dark eyes to Sam and Bobby.  "Likewise, you and the others need to be willing to adjust without the group setting that met him when he returned today from the physician's office. He will tell you w hat's going on when he's ready."

“Damn it, Ryu. That’s not what I mean. I know as far as my life goes, I got to make changes. We’re trying this new schedule.  I'm willing to go with it.  I’m trying to watch what I eat. Sometimes I get so caught up in things I forget to eat.  Sam and Bobby are gonna help when I’m at work. That’s not it.  When I talk about change, it’s about telling me what I can think, feel, and act.  Do I have a right to still be me?  I tried to explain  how I felt about things. I can’t cause problems because I don’t wanna lose Sam.  I could...real easy. I can’t do that, Ryu.  He’s my brother. I just want the right to joke, to make comments that never bothered anyone before. Suddenly everything I do isn’t good enough.  If I say anything, I’m a bad person who hurt someone else. Why doesn’t it matter if what they say hurts me?  I want help with things. I’ve asked for it.  But I want the right to believe my beliefs and be who I am. Why is it a contradiction if I ask for help to get well, but I’m wrong if I want to believe what I want to believe? Cause some of what you said sounds exactly like Lisa and Sara. I have to believe what they want to get help?  Cause that’s what I’m hearing, and I’m not understanding. I made the mistake of being open about what I felt and I was condemned for it. I’m having to change to make things right. No one else is. Why?”

 Sam sighed.  "They were wrong to do that but Dean, sometimes when you're joking or arguing about something, you don't take time to think on how others may feel about it. You just tend to open mouth and insert foot. That's when it gets ugly.  I'm used to it," he said with a wry smile.  "Lisa and Sarah aren't.  You're going to have to give them time."

Dean gave his brother a smile that never reached the hazel eyes.  He nodded.  “Okay.  I change. Lisa told me one night that she didn’t want to stop that.  She wanted me to be me.  Anyway, Doc, I’ll see you on Wednesday. Thanks for listening. I think I’ll go for a walk, and then head to bed. “  Dean headed for the door.

 Watari grabbed him, pushing him back into his chair.  "That was not what was said, Dean. Slow down and think," he told him.  "No one is asking for you to change...just to slow down and give the ladies time to get to know you. Lisa is aware that you are rough around the edges. Sarah is not. Humans need time to adapt."

Dean stared up at the older man standing over him.  “Tell me how she gets to know me if I have to slow down, not be who I am, and give her time to adapt?  She’s been around me as I am  for about nine months. This crap just started, Watari. It’s brand new. I’m not different. How long does it take for someone to adapt?  She can’t adapt if I’m not me. That’s why I said I’d change. We can’t have it both ways here.  She adapts to who I am and I’m me.  She gets what she wants and I have to adapt to her which require big changes on my part. I don’t see how she can adapt if I’m not the me she’s known for over nine months. I’d like to see it. How?”

 He ruffled Dean's hair for a moment. "I'm not saying not to be yourself.  Just practice some restraint..be cognizant of issues she finds important and not make your typical teasing remarks on those but do so on things that are funny and open to be teased about. Sam can help you with that."

Dean stared into the older man’s eyes. “I’m gonna be walking on egg shells”  He paused, looked at the others in the room. and turned towards his brother.  “Okay. Sam?  I need a list of dos and don’ts . What’s taboo?  I gather I can’t discuss family because I don’t like most of them.  Got my reasons but she won’t understand that. Religion is definitely off limits. I thought that my liking to do woodwork would make a dent, but I don’t know.  Just tell me, what can I say in front of her?”

 "No you're not," Watari told him. "You're looking at this the wrong way.  I'm trying to help here," he said.

“And I’m trying to take your advice. I don’t know what the hell is important to her besides family, heritage, and religion.  I don’t know.  I’m asking my brother, who is marrying her, to help me here. I do feel like I’m walking on egg shells. I don’t want anymore of what happened this weekend.”

 "Her art," Sam piped up.  "She loves to read as well and nature. That's a good start."

Dean looked dumbfounded. “Okay...so I can’t joke or tease about family, heritage, religion, art, reading, and nature?  Whoa. Okay. I can do that. I think.”

 "Actually, teasing about reading, nature, and art would be a good way to start working with her and getting to know her. She's got a funny sense of humor about those things and appreciates it when something funny is brought to her attention on those three. It means she's got someone willing to talk to her about them if they know enough to joke about it," he told him.

“Okay. I’m gonna blow it. I know I will, but I’m gonna try, Sammy. It’s all I can do.”

 "That's all you can do."

“Yeah.  I guess so. I’m tired.  Can I go for my walk now?  Or am I going to have to talk about  having sessions again?”

"I'm willing to work with you when you have time," Watari said.  "Just relax for now and enjoy your walk."




Supernatural Death Note Chapter 136

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


Dinner and Conversation



Dean walked through the patio towards where everyone was sitting.  “The meat is done.  I’m going to get the boys.  Ya’ll want to set up some tables and let’s get this going?”


 The girls, along with Sam and the doctor, started to get things set up.  The chatter didn't stop, simply got a bit noisier as furniture and dishware were set up.


Dean took the hallway to L’s wing and He stood in the doorway of the media room and watched, the three boys L and Watari had raised.  With them were Ben and Andy.  He kept quiet watching the interactions.


All of them were bantering over the game, having drawn Ben and Andy into it.  Andy was still rather shy and contributed his thoughts on occasion but looked to be having fun. Oddly enough, the one he seemed to talk to the most was the quiet white haired boy that rarely spoke.



Dean smiled as he watched the two.  He heard Mello yell and looked at him.  Ben had just beaten him on the game.  His eyes widened as he looked at the blond haired teen in surprise, thinking ‘How the hell did that happen?’


Matt hid his grin, having helped the boy a bit without Mello noticing it.  Ben knew it too and kept quiet, snickering as Mello kept staring at the television.


“Hey, guys!  Food’s on!”


Matt, Mello, and Ben nearly trampled each other in the rush for the door, laughing as they playfully shoved and teased their way out.  Near followed with Andy at his side, moving at a more sedate pace.  It was better to stay back and not get stepped on.


Dean set his pace with theirs. “How do you like the place, Near?  Andy, what do you think of it?”


"The place is unusual and seems to meet the needs of everyone in a comfortable manner," the small genius answered.  Andy just peeked at him with a small smile.  "It's big."



“Yeah, it is big, Andy.  I like that.  There’s plenty of room that way.  Near, did you honestly think it would be normal with Sam and me owning it?  It sure looks different than it did when we went after those creatures and Ruby,”  the hunter commented, thoughts of Cas in his mind.

 Near nodded.  "It does look a great deal different from when the group first stayed here."


“It is, Near.”  Dean couldn’t shake the thought of the angel from his mind.  He felt bad that he had not tried to contact him.  Cas was still being hunted, he assumed.  He closed his eyes for a second and sent out a thought, figuring it wouldn’t be heard.


 Dean could feel a warm tendril of comfort wash through him, telling him that the angel had heard.  Given how crowded things were, Castiel would not be able to appear at the moment but found a way to let him know that he was well.

Dean smiled and helped Andy down the stairs.  They were soon back in the main room of the cabin and Dean led them to the patio.  “You guys let me know if it’s not warm enough.  Okay?”
The group agreed as they finished getting things set up.  The tables had everything needed and the food looked and smelled wonderful.

Soon everyone had a seat and was enjoying the food.  The guests  felt welcomed and were enjoying themselves immensely. 

Dean found himself seated next to Erica on one side and Watari on the other.  The older man was deep in conversation with Elsbeth, so the hunter turned to the woman next to him.  “Are you a native Texan?”

"I am," she said with a smile.  "Houston originally.  I work with Texas Parks and Wildlife and am working on a small park not far from here."

“Really?  What kind of park?  This is desert.  People don’t actually camp out here , do they?”

 "Actually they do," she said.  "There's some great rock formations that are popular for climbing.  Add to that, people love to hike the trails and experience the desert in its beauty.  It's a state park, campers and the like.  I watch over the wildlife and make sure nothing bad happens to the environment here."

“Wow.  Let me ask you something.  Can you recommend good museums for this area?”

 She thought for a moment.  "There's some Native American ones not far from here.  There's also one for history of the Wild West."

“Wild West?  Where?”, he asked, not able to stop the excitement in his voice.

 The park ranger laughed.  "I'll write up the directions on how to get to all of them before we go,"she promised.

“That would be so awesome.  Thank you.”

"You're most welcome," she said with a smile.  "If you get a chance, drag the family to the parks out here.  I'd be happy to guide you around on a day off and show you why this area is one of my favorite parts of Texas."

“That would be great.  Thanks.  We tried real hard to keep this place as close to natural as we could.  I know the mobile homes don’t fit that idea but  they’re a necessity.  I like how quiet it is. The idea that I can get something to drink and a snack, and  hit that mountain trail is special.  It’s the first home I’ve had since I lost my mom.”

"You picked a great area for it," she agreed.

“Yeah, I never realized how beautiful a desert is.  I like it.”

 "I'm glad you appreciate it," she told him after swallowing a bite of food.

“I’ve been all over this country with my job and I’ve never experienced anything like this place.  It’s fast becoming home.  How did you and Nancy meet?”

"Through her work actually.  I came in because I'd slipped and sprained my ankle and didn't want to go to the emergency room.  I was being stubborn and tried to walk on it.  She literally had to drag me through the office to the exam room," she giggled.

“I bet she didn’t have to drag you too hard,” Dean responded with a wink.

The young woman burst out laughing at that. "No, she didn't. The funny part about it was the doctor gave me something for pain, and I was looped out of my gourd, hitting on her."

“And she was sober?  That doesn’t usually happen to me.  What did she do?”

"Took me home, made sure I had food that was easy to fix, and then left.  However, she did leave her phone number with a note to call her once I wasn't loopy on pain meds," she said with a grin.

“Now that works.  I like stories like that.  They’re real.”
 She nodded, grin getting wider.  "I do too."

Soon the meal was over and the teens started going through Dean’s cds.  Dean knew there might be dancing, so he went into the kitchen and opened the door to the large dishwasher that had been installed.  “If you guys are all wanting to dance, we need to get the dishes in the washer!”  he yelled.

Near padded in with a stack, shaking his head.  "Why would they wish to dance?  There are no partners."

Dean looked over Near’s shoulder at the large group of men and the five women, but he didn’t believe that Elsbeth was going to dance.  His brows raised, giving him a silly look.  “Well, they can pretend there’s partners, Near.  I don’t think teenagers touch each other when they dance anyway, do they?”

"Near does not know," he said flatly.  It wasn't the brightest question to ask of him due to Near's limited social interaction.

“Damn, Near.  I’m sorry.  I think that was more of a rhetorical question.  I didn’t expect an answer to it.  Hell, I can do a few dances I learned when I was dating, but not this kind of stuff.”

 Near rinsed the plates as they were brought in.  "It seems a foolish exercise."

“Well, if you’re slow dancing and you got a pretty girl in your arms, holding her close to you.  She’s got her head on your shoulder.  It can be real nice.”

The white haired young man stared at him for a moment, definitely not following what Dean was saying.

Dean returned the stare, his pale skin turning red.  “Anyway, let’s get these done.  Is that everything?”

 "Yes, it is," he responded, finishing up the last plate.

“Great!  I’m surprised they didn’t tell me to sit down and let them do it,” the hunter said in a pleased tone.  “Let’s go see if they are planning to dance or not.”

 The small detective in training followed Dean back outside, watching everyone with large gray eyes that seemed to see everything.

Dean stepped back out onto the patio.  Sam was now helping to select the music.  Dean walked over, picked a cd out of the stack, and put it in the player.  A soft melody started playing, as he turned, searching for his fiancee.  He found the five women sitting with Andy and talking.  Walking across the patio, he had no idea the women were watching, discussing both him and his brother.”

Dean would not have been grateful if he knew what was being discussed.  Something Lisa had said spurred on the stories of both Sarah and herself seeing each other’s intended in the nude.  Andy was sent over to Near and the two were heading to Near’s room.  Dean walked up behind Lisa.  He gently laid a hand on her shoulder.  “Will you dance with me?”

   Lisa smiled up at him.  "I'd love to," she said, taking his hand with hers as she rose to face him.

Dean pulled her in close to him.  He placed  an arm around her and held back.  The other was holding a hand close to his chest.  His head leaned close to hers, his eyes closed.  “I love you,” he whispered into her ear.  

 "I love you too," she whispered back, cuddling into his arms as they danced.

When the music stopped,  Lisa felt him  stop, but he did not let go of her.  “I’m so glad you and Ben are mine, Lis.  I don’t think I could make it without you.”

  "I know we wouldn't be able to without you," she told him, reaching up to give him a soft kiss to show that she loved him.

Dean released her hand, and looked at her, his eyes drawn to her lips.  He ran his tongue over his own lips, than reached for her hair with his free hand, pulling her towards him, his mouth opening as  it touched hers.  A pin drop could have been heard in the room.
The kiss went on for a moment before Mello and Matt decided to be silly and start cat calling at the two, making the rest of the room's occupants laugh at their silly behavior.

Dean slowly pulled away.  He stared into Lisa’s eyes.   “I. Damn, Lis.  I didn’t intend for that to happen, but I don’t regret it.”  He stepped back, giving her freedom to move.

 "I don't mind being kissed. The peanut gallery leaves something to be desired though," she joked.

“What else don’t you mind?”  He spoke low, his voice covered by the laughter and noise around them.  “I want to kiss your whole body, Lis.”  She could hear the huskiness in his voice.

 "Later after our company leaves and the kids are asleep," the woman promised.

“Okay.  Dean brushed his lips over hers and softly chewed her bottom one, and let her go, backing away.



 She smiled at him, shooing him to go talk with his friends.  Lisa knew he enjoyed hanging out with Ryuuzaki's group, though she found them to be quite strange to be honest.







Monday, May 2, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 135

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


Confrontation



 Dean stretched, popping joints and pulling muscles, wincing as he did so.  “Damn, I must’ve pulled something today. Moving can sure take a lot out of you when you haven’t been as active as you’re used to.”

 The older man nodded.  "It certainly can.  Try to stretch tonight before and after soaking in hot water," He recommended to the other.

“I didn’t think about it earlier when I took that long soak.  Wasn’t long enough though.  I didn’t think about stretching.  I should’ve done it.  I know better, but I was just upset.  I got my homework questions done, and read a while.  Sam stayed with me though. I hope it was because he wanted to. It was something we haven’t had much time to do...reading. You know?”

Bobby looked over at the boy and then met Watari’s eyes.  "Upset about us wanting to ask about what you were doing wrong today that could hurt you?  Or that we wanted to know about the doctor visit?”

Watari nodded.  "I hope you know that what happened earlier was due to concern.  However, I'm proud of you and Sam for sticking up for yourselves."

Dean stiffened. Both men saw his hand clench the glass the water was in.  His eyes were closed and he breathed in and out slowly.  “Are we really going to do this with company here?  Or is it because company, mainly Doc, is here?”


"No, it doesn't have to be," the older man said, giving a look to Bobby. That didn't need to be brought up, not at all truthfully.


“It doesn’t?”  Dean stared at the man he thought of as his father, then turned towards the one who spoke,  “Then why?”


Bobby looked at him.  “Because you have not been well, Dean.  You are pushing yourself over the limit daily.  You don’t  do right all of the time.  None of us knows why you are so damn tired, Dean.  You’re weak.  Part of it is you over do.  We are trying to help you.  We set up a calendar of what you can and can’t do.  You aren’t going by it, boy.  Not by a long shot.  Getting upset over the Scottish stuff and making yourself sick over the Mexican food you shouldn’t have been eating.  You get upset and you throw what I call a tantrum.  Dean,  You get help.  Okay?”



Watari sighed.  This was not an appropriate time to bring this up but since the cat was out of the bag, he supposed he could do damage control as well as help Dean and Bobby through this.  "You made yourself ill?"

Dean was back to staring at Bobby, trying to come up with the right words and not start a  major battle with company in the area.  He jumped when Watari spoke and turned, saying, “What?”  It took a moment for the question to sink in.  Dean had always been honest with the older man.  He turned red and his shoulders slumped, head lowered.

 "Dean, I'm not angry," he  said softly.  "I'm worried about you.  You did the right thing in seeing a physician when you spotted trouble.  I'm rather concerned about making yourself ill though."


Dean mumbled a soft reply.  Bobby got up to check the meat on the grill.  Both men heard him mutter, “Need to speak louder and plainer than that, son.  Idjit.”       


 The older man said nothing, simply waited for the other to respond.


‘“You’d think I’d be good at this by now, wouldn’t you?  Maybe it was stupid.  I don’t know.  It’s just that I planned the past weekend  and it was supposed to be special.  I was panicking because I wasn’t sure what I needed to do or where to go.  Sam helped me with that.  He was having his problems at the time, so I worried about him.  I was just tired.  There were practical jokes and the typical crap that we get into.  That’s why I’ve got the bruise on my forehead.  I went to a lot of trouble picking out rings and the restaurant Sam helped me find was really special.  Instead of the weekend ending like it should’ve, we got into this thing about the Campbells.  I really didn’t want to be involved in it.  Sarah and Lisa couldn’t let go.  It angered me, Watari.  I had read about them on the Internet.  I jokingly called a kilt a skirt.  It went downhill fast. I asked them to just let it go.  I wasn’t trying to tell Sarah to change anything.  It was like she was angry for me not wanting  to be  proud of my Scottish ancestors.  I wasn’t given a choice.  I had two women mad at me, and I’d just proposed to one of them.”


 "Women usually have a difficult time in calming down," he murmured.  "Young Sarah is proud of her heritage, justifiably so.  I believe what disturbed her is that you didn't want to share something with her that she could teach you.  She's got little to bond with you over, Dean, and to her, this was a good opportunity."



“Yeah, well...I’ve been planning and scheming since then to make it up to her.  I’m reading the books Sam got for my library.  It doesn’t mean I like them or  ever will.  My name is Winchester, not Campbell.  To be honest, I knew nothing about them.  Dad never mentioned them.”


"It's understandable," he said, leaning back in his seat.  "How far back did you research, Dean?"


“Far enough to know what they did at Glencoe.  It was not something I could be proud of.  I’ve killed, Watari.  I’ve been pretty bloodthirsty when it was needed, but I don’t kill babies and pregnant women.  That’s a stain that will never go away.  They were invited in and they spent the night under the roofs of the people they butchered.”



"You need to go back further, Dean, and really take a look at the history of the Scottish people before the clan systems really took hold.  Did you know that the Scotsmen of the last century is a mix of several different cultures?  You have the Celts, the Vikings, the Gaels..and the Picts.  All of whom were avoided religiously by the Romans," he told him.  


“I’m reading a book on the Scottish clan system right now.  The Romans?  They conquered all of the known world, except those people in the north of England?”


Watari nodded, sipping his tea.  "And who do you think those people are the ancestors of, Dean?  If you can't be proud of the clan, then be proud of the history of the people who spawned your mother's side of the family.  They scared the holy terror out of the Romans."



“Okay.  There’s a history of the Scottish people on the shelf.  I’ll put the clan system history back and read it first.   Thanks, Watari.”


"Anytime," he said with a smile.  "That'll give you something to talk to Sarah about.  That's the history she's proud of."


“Sarah’s Irish.”

 "Irish have pretty much the same mix, Dean, or didn't you know that?  Less Viking, hence the shortness," he pointed out.


“Really?  Heh...okay.  I’ll deal with it then.”  Dean started to rise and take his empty glass into the kitchen.  He could feel Bobby’s eyes on him, but had not met the man’s gaze.


 Watari sipped his tea, giving a satisfied smile.  He'd helped smooth that out at least.   


Bobby was turning the meat and checking for doneness.  He’d gotten everyone’s order for the steaks.  He watched the boy walk into the kitchen with glass and shook his head.



 The older man looked at him.  "You really do need to give him some space, Bobby.  He's doing the best he can and is learning to get help when he needs it.  Seeing the doctor without us pushing him to do so is a good sign of that."


“You’re right, but he did his double talk, Watari.  You got the reason he was upset, and you helped him with it.  Made you feel good about it?  That’s Dean double talk.  He gave you enough to satisfy you.  He didn’t answer the question.  Sam and me...well, we know him.   On our way home after all of the fuss, it was getting close to lunch time.  Dean pulled into a roadside Mexican restaurant.  He had spicy food.  We had a very sick Dean that night.  Doc doesn’t know it "


"You know why he gave me the reason for being upset but not the others?  Because he's been pushed too hard to give up what's going on.  There's a line that has to be balanced in regards to helping people, Bobby.  You can only push so much before they start giving part of what needs to be said," he told the younger man quietly.  


“I’m not arguing with you,  Watari.  I’m telling you he didn’t answer your question.  You asked him about why he made himself sick?  He gave you a damn good reason.  I can understand him fighting change.  Both of those girls seem to be trying to change him in some way or another.  The thing is he knew he shouldn’t be eating what he ordered.  The food was good, but Dean does have a problem.  It’s been months since he used to eat the type of food he ate that day.  He was deathly ill.   That was what was bothering you when you asked him, wasn’t it?  He told you  the reasons for being upset, but not for doing what he did.  He’s worrying me.”



"And I have to trust him to come to me with that information, Bobby.  He knows he didn't give me the answer and that I'm still waiting.  He'll bring it to me when he's ready."


“Dean?  You think he will?  I want to see that.  Why will he do that?”


 "Because he trusts me not to push," came the soft answer.  "He knows that I am aware he will come to me when he's ready.  I've a bond with him on that.  He gives the information when he's had a bit to process on it and then comes to me to see if he's right on why he did what he did."


“Then he’s definitely grown more mature.  I would expect that from Sam, but Dean has always been pretty closed.  I know you broke down a lot of  barriers, but I had no idea that was one of them.  He never told us that what he had on his plate as far as work, school, and home was too much.  We set him up a schedule  He’s a good boy.  I’ll try what you’re suggesting.”



 The elderly man gave the hunter a smile.  "I think you'll find it works.  Just be available for when he's ready to talk, Bobby, and that will make a lot of difference in regards to how the relationship between you two goes.


“I’ll do that.  Here he comes.”


Dean had glass of apple juice and sat down.  He looked up at Bobby and met the older hunter’s intense stare, not backing down.  He finally turned to Watari.


“After we eat, I’d like for you, Bobby, Sam, and Doc to come to my office.  I  kinda left you hanging.  I’m sorry.  Just, I can’t talk about it here where we can get interrupted.”


"Of course," he murmured,  taking another sip of his drink.  "We'll be there when you're ready."


Dean nodded and looked at his father figure.  “Bobby?”


“Yeah, you know I will be.  This food is done.  You want to let everyone know so they can get the tables ready?”


“Sure.  I’ll do that on my way to get the boys.”


Watari climbed to his feet, reaching for the platter to set the food on from the hot grill.  "Here, this should help."