Supernatural Death Note Chapter 143

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.


Interlude



At ten in the morning, the doctor banged on the cabin door.  Bobby was working in the library on his books.  Sam was helping Sarah with something in the loft.  Ben was doing homework.  No one had noticed the time.  Watari and the others had assumed Dean had gone for the tests.


Near opened the door, pale face poking out.  "Yes?"


“Hello, Near?  Is Dean here?  He was supposed to come for tests today?”


 "Dean is not there?"


“No.  That is why I am here.  Is he all right?”


 "Near is unsure.  Wait here," he said, allowing the doctor into the house and heading towards Dean's wing.


“Where is Sam?  If Dean is ill, he may need him?”  Come to think of it, where is Lisa?”


"Near does not know," he said, then entered the wing and padded to Dean's room.  The boy knocked on the door loud enough to wake anyone.


Dean all but fell out of bed, and Lisa jumped, grabbing the comforter around her.  “Where’s my clothes?  Just a minute!”


Ben came out of his room and saw Near.  “What’s wrong?”


"Dean has missed an appointment," he said flatly, waiting for the door to open.


“The doctor?”


The door flew open and Dean stood there with a sheet wrapped around his waist, his hair flying in every direction, and there was distinctive bruising on his neck and chest where he was not covered.  “What!”  He focused.  “I’m sorry.  What is it, guys?”


Gray eyes looked up at him.  "Dean forgot to set an alarm clock.  The doctor arrived here looking for Dean."



“Here?”  The hazel eyes closed as the hunter tried to focus.  “What time is it?”


 "After ten a.m.," he responded.


“What?!!  Aww!  Hell no!!  Where’s Sam?  He’s supposed to go with me?  Tell doc I'm sorry and I’ll be there as fast as I can.  Make sure it’s not too late.”


 "Near believes Sam is working with Sarah on a project," he said.  "Near will deliver the message."


“Thank you, Near.”  Dean shut the door, and ran for the bathroom, swearing as he ran.  Lisa had heard the conversation, and knew Dean had gotten himself in trouble because of last night.  Explaining that one would be interesting.  He would need food for after the tests.  She got up, put on some sweats, and headed downstairs to the their kitchen.  Dean hopped into the shower for a quick wash.  He towel dried, brushed his teeth, but did not shave.  He started grabbing clothes to wear.  Within fifteen minutes he walked into the big room to see his Lisa standing there with a meal for him, Near, Sam, and the doctor.  He turned red and Lisa grinned.


 "I thought you'd gone without me.  Your cell is still off," Sam said sheepishly.


Dean was putting on his parka, a cap to go over his ears, and blushed red again.  “I didn’t realize I’d turned it off.  I’m sorry.”


 "It's no problem," he told his brother.  "Let's get going."


“We can take the Impala, Doc?  Save walking in this.”  Dean looked down the drive and realized it was too deep and they were going to have to dig themselves out.  “We need a small plow, don’t we?”


 "We're going to have to hoof it, I'm afraid.  It's too deep for cars," he told his patient and friend.


Dean looked at the other two.  “Okay.  Let’s get this over with.  You talked about a bunch of tests.  What all are we doing?”


 The doctor listed the various types of tests he was going to put Dean through.



 Stress test?  That where they put  a bunch wires on you and make you walk and run up a hill on a tread mill like thing?”


The doctor nodded.  "That's one of them, yes."


Sam spoke up at that time, “Doc, when I called your office yesterday, to ask a question about him eating, you said forget about it.  You wanted to scope him both ways.  You were sending pills. They never came.”


Dean got a panicky look.He came to a sudden stop and his voice raised. “Scoping?  What ways?  Exactly what is being scoped and with what? Why?"


   "The type needed never came in, so we'll do this a different way.  Yes, Dean, scoping.  We need to check your stomach and lower abdominal area."


“Come on Doc, I’m tired.  It might be stress.    Maybe an ulcer.  Can’t you just let me swallow that nasty stuff and stand in front of that  machine and x-ray me?  You have stick a camera up my ass?  Hell most of the doctors out there don’t even knock you out for it, and that’s got to hurt like hell”


Sam was  standing next to his brother, slightly behind him, trying really hard not to laugh.  The doctor bit his bottom lip when he saw the taller man’s expression.



"I still need to check on it, Dean. I'm sorry but I have to stand firm on it."


Dean got a hopeful look.  “Doc, you didn’t have the pills.  You can’t clean me out.  We can’t do it.”


"Enema," he said, trudging over the snow to get to the clinic.


Sam trudge on behind him.  Both men heard a high pitched squeak, “WHAT?”


“Come on, Dean”


Looking very  pale, the older Winchester slowly began to follow, wishing he’d never gone to see to see the doctor.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 142

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.


A Night at Dean and Lisa's

“I’m coming with you, hon.”

Dean smiled at everyone.  “Thank you for the great meal and the interesting conversation.  I’m sorry to eat and run.  Good night, everyone.”

Everyone waved at him.  "Sweet dreams," came to him in a chorus of voices.

When Dean, Lisa, and Ben had gone into their wing, Bobby snorted.  Everyone turned to look at him.  “What the hell just happened?  Who ate dinner with us?  Sam would have tutored Dean for a month to get him to have that kind of a discussion. Sam when did he begin to study economics?  He taking that in school?”

 "He's become well rounded in his education," Sam grinned.  "It's awesome, isn't it?"

“Damn!  Ellen and Jo ain’t gonna know him.”

Sam looked at Sarah.  “Neither will your Dad, Sarah,” he said with a grin.

 Sarah laughed.  "It's wonderful.  He's really growing, and it's incredible to see.  We're really proud of him."

Sam responded back to her reply to him, “We are, huh?”  He hugged her.  “He had you thinking up answers today, love.   I never thought  I’d see that.  He didn’t make you angry.  This is a banner day.  Dean Winchester discussed Celtic history, Ireland, Scotland, England, politics with you and the only one who got upset was him and it was righteous indignation.”  He sat back down and helped himself to  more salad.  

Dean walked into his son’s room and asked him what book he was reading.  Lisa’s eyebrows went up.

Ben looked up, heels kicking.  "White Fang!  It's good; it's got lots of stuff in it that's really cool.  Have you read it, Dad?"

“No but I’ve read Call of the Wild when I was a kid.  Sam was sick and Dad was gone.  I got the book and read it to him.”

 "Wanna read this with me?"  He looked hopeful

“Yeah.  How far along are you?”.

 "Not far, I can start over," the boy answered.

“I’d love to, Son. Start over.  We’ll do a chapter a night or until I fall asleep, whichever happens first. That a deal?”  Hazel eyes looked pleadingly into the brown ones in the doorway.

 Ben grinned and moved over, shifting it to the first page.  "Come on!"

Dean sat down next his to son and leaned back and listened.  Lisa knew she should have said no, but Dean seldom asked for anything, and both of them needed this.  They had started out with readings but Dean had gotten caught up in life and never had time any more.  He was learning to make time again.  This was good.  Reading with his son was as important for his health as meditation.

 The little boy looked happy, reading and allowing his dad to turn the pages as they cuddled together.  Occasionally, the older male would correct a mispronunciation and explain the word.  Lisa had returned and had her cell out and was recording the scene and she sent it to Bobby, Sam, Sarah, Watari,and Ryuzaki.  she felt they’d appreciate Dean’s idea of stress relief.

 The group awwed over the video, enjoying the scene.  "That's just too c ute," Sarah cooed.

Sam smiled.  There are two things I need to do.  First off I need to start chronicling this family.  All of it.  I Know I can’t do Ryu and them, but I can us.  I am going to set up a private ablum on the internet for friends and family to view.  I am going to set up video albums on DVD for all of us to have.  Starting tomorrow with this.  Let’s go to bed, hon.  After Dean is through with the doctor, maybe you can talk him into cutting wood for you.”

 "I was planning on making him my wood slave tomorrow," she snickered.  

“I think he’d like that, hon.”

“Wood slave?"  Mello started cracking up.

“You better be careful, Mello.  She’ll put you into hauling it for him.  I think a shop of some kind was put along the side.  An aluminum building on gravel.  Not enough time to set up anything permanent.  They plan on doing it once the weather permits.”

Sarah got an evil grin.  "Come to think of it...."

    

    Mello winced as Watari smiled.  "He and Matt could use some physical exercise.  Let me know when, Sarah, and I'll have them ready for you to put them to work."  Matt eeped, looking up at his caretaker.

Sam laughed and said, “They get kitchen duty tonight.  I believe Near and Dean had it last night.”    He took Sarah’a hand.  “Good night, everyone.”

Dean tucked Ben in and kissed his forehead.  “Night, son.”  He walked towards the door, turning off the light, and gently closing it.  Walking down the haul, he opened the door to the master bedroom.   The huge bed had the comforter pulled back, but he did not see Lisa.  “Lis?”  He walked to the bathroom, but she was not in there.  He frowned, wondering what she was up to.  He relieved himself, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth.  Turning off the bathroom light, he went to the large bed, kicked off his slippers and slipped in between the flannel sheets.

 She came into the bedroom, dressed in  beautiful blue satin knee length lingerie.  "Hi love."


She could see his eyes in the dimmed light.  They had widened and turned a brilliant green. She could see comforter rise a little  He was interested.  She smiled.  His voice deepened a little, “Hi, Lis?”


Lisa sauntered to his side.  "Thought I'd take you up on that wonderful offer you made," she smiled seductively


Dean’s eyes darkened and he reached towards her putting an arm around her hips and tugging towards him, a slow seductive smile crossing his face.  


    The woman went willingly, leaning in to kiss him deeply.  She lay on top of him, the kiss deepening as the man beneath opened his mouth and let her enter, his tongue tangling with hers.  A deep groan came from beneath her, and she felt his hands on either side of her waist and her turned over until he was on top of her.  He looked down into her brown eyes.  “I believe I said I wanted to kiss your entire body, Lis?”


    "You did, I believe.  I guess we have all night to play since the weather went all icky on us," she said.


“Well, the plows will be out, so Doc will be here, but I am not getting up at the crack of dawn.”  He began to slowly kiss, nip, and, lick every inch of her, slowly removing her clothing as he moved down her.  He went slowly, taking his time, waiting until she would beg him to stop on an area before moving on.  Several hours later, he’d finished her feet, and moved up between her  thighs, which had remained untouched.


 She gave him a dazed smile, tugging him up.


“Did we soundproof these walls?”


 "I hope so," she giggled, then set out to test if the walls were all night long.


“Before you start testing, hon, I missed a spot," and Dean pushed her back down.  


  Lisa grinned.  "Oh really?  silly me."



Several hours later found Lisa cocooned within Dean’s arms and legs as he had himself wrapped around her, holding her in his sleep.


 It was a great relaxing sleep that both of them needed, recharging batteries that had been on empty for a long while.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 141

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 Conversations

Sam tilted his head, inviting him over.  Like Mello had said, he'd had the meal brought because he thought Dean was too tired and slogged with work to make it.

Dean smiled a genuine smile that went to his eyes, the laugh lines showing.  He carried his tray over to where there was a seat and sat down, and he proceeded to eat his meal, listening to everyone talk about their day.  He remained quiet, just taking it in.

Lisa asked Sarah if she had gotten two coats.  Dean looked up.  He hoped he had not done wrong.  He thought that a regular parka would be good for outdoors and every day winter stuff, but a woman needed something when she dressed up.  He’d gone to this old world shop to look at the stuff Sarah was talking about and had found these cloak like things with hoods.  They were heavily lined, very warm and went to the ground.  He’d bought a garnet red one for Lisa and an emerald green for Sarah.  His worried look glanced between both women.  ‘Maybe women didn’t wear those nowadays?’

    Sarah was quick to relieve his anxiety and explain it to Lisa.  "I did, and it was such a wonderful thing for Dean to remember.  The heavier outdoors one will be great for every day things.  I absolutely love the cloak he got.  It's perfect for dressy events.  What color did he get you?"

“It’s some kind of red.  Not a ruby or rose, but almost a blood red..orangish, almost.”

“It’s garnet,” Dean replied.

“What color did he get you?”

"A gorgeous emerald green..one of my favorite colors."  She rose, giving him a  hug.  "Thank you, Dean."

Dean flushed a little, which surprised those who knew him well, but really surprised them by his next action, “I saw a beautiful ruby red one, Sarah.  It would have looked great on you, but I remembered that you’re Irish and red is a British color.  Not a good thing to buy an Irish girl.”  He looked embarrassed after saying it.

 Sarah giggled.  "I prefer the green to the red; you made the best choice.  Thank you so much."

Sarah’s giggle confused the older Winchester.  Sam, seeing the look in his eyes, grinned, knowing his brother had been entirely serious about his comment.  Dean was trying so hard.


He poked his brother, leaning in to whisper.  "She's happy..no worries."


 "The comment about the English.  It's well known they have little love for Brits," he said. "Do me a favor, when you get a chance check up the Catholic/Protestant issues in Ireland.  England brought up the whole protestant in Ireland when, originally the island was catholic."


Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth opened for a second.  “I thought she was Wiccan?”


 "She is..still doesn't mean the old rivalry hasn't passed down.  One thing you have to remember, Dean.  The Scots and Irish..they have a long memory.  It spans generations.  When you said that about the English and giving her green because she was an Irish girl, she took it as a joke against the English."



Understanding dawned immediately.  “Damn, I’ve got to read those books.”


Sam grinned.  "Yup, I"m still learning."


“The only thing  I’ve learned about the religions over there is there’s a Church of England, the Catholics, and the Scots went with some church that sounds like ummmm....pedestrian....no that’s not it.  Presbyterian?  Yeah that’s it.


 "That sounds about right."


“Yeah, some balding, fat guy wanted a divorce so he changed their whole religion so he could.  Now if that ain’t crazy, I don’t know what is.”


Sarah overheard that and cracked up.  "Henry, the Fat Bastard!"  The phrase was an old one, and it was definitely popular at the renaissance festivals."


“Really?  What people called him that?  I can’t imagine the English doing it?  Wasn’t he the guy that found it easier to cut his wives heads off instead of divorcing them?”


 She grinned.  "Those of us who go in the Celtic traditions usually do.  I was at a fair one time, selling drawings and the like, and this one bagpipe band member, who was pretty much drunker than a skunk, hollered out when a canon fired.  He drove his Claymore into the ground and howled "Ye missed, ye fat bastard!' Gods, it was so damned funny!"



“Do the Scots and Irish over there feel this way too, or is it just the American ones whose ancestors were forced out?”


 "From what I understand, it's a very strong feeling there too," she answered him.


“Why are they still part of it then?  Hell, that’s a dumb question.  If Texas tried to leave the States, I bet the government in DC  would come after them faster than anything.  The oil and stuff here is worth a lot.”


“There's some things in the works to try," she told him.  "The problem is that Britain has lost a lot over the years, and they don't really want to let go.  Stubborn fools," the woman grumbled.


“Maybe, maybe not, Sarah.  Those countries that want to go free, can they support themselves totally without the mother country?  Do the majority of the people really want to go free?  Do they have any idea what it will be like without the protection of the larger country’s military?  Do they have the trade set up to survive?  Those are important questions to ask and answer before doing something like that.”



 "They could muster up their own," she said.  "A lot of the regiments in the English army are solely of Scottish origin.  I think, given time and help from fellow countries, both could stand up on their own feet and support themselves.  Most of the wool comes from both as well as alcohol trade and other things."


“What other things, Sarah?  I’m serious here.  You can’t support a country on wool, mutton, and alcohol, and I don’t think there are many Irish regiments in the British army, but I know there are a lot of  Irish mercenaries.  I’d love to see them gain their freedom.  They deserve it.  Hell we all do.  But you got to have support to do it.  Great Britain is not going to help them support themselves away from her.”


    Sarah nodded and before she could begin, Matt spoke up.  "They've enough industry to support themselves.  However, the Crown and Parliament acknowledges that their contribution to the 'royal coffers' is too substantiary to lose.  Despite public interest, it will probably be doubtful that either would completely gain their freedom.  There has been some shift in the people's favor but not too much.  Like the return of the Stone of Scone."



“The what?   What the hell is that?”


 The red head looked up from his game.  "It's the stone the Scottish monarchs were crowned on.  Since Scotland's fall to England, it was underneath the royal throne."


Dean Winchester was about to shock everyone at the table, including himself.  He stood up, placed both hands on the table and leaned across at the red head.  “It don’t belong there.  It belongs in Edinburgh underneath a Scottish throne.  They need to give it back.  That’s theft.”


 "Agreed," he said.  "And it was returned..only with the agreement that it's brought to England for any coronation."


“But crowning a British monarch on that stone makes them the ruler of Scotland?”


 "Scotland, England, Ireland, and Wales," he responded.  "The whole kit and caboodle."


“You’re confusing me, here.  Was it the stone that Scottish rulers were crowned on for centuries and it was stolen by England when Scotland was conquered and used to make them ruler over Scotland?”


 "Yup," he said, grabbing his laptop and googling it.  A few moments later, he handed it to Dean.  "take a look."


Dean saw a picture of the stone read the history as ran the entire injustice through his mind.  He was turning redder by the minute.  He looked up.  “This isn’t right.  You don’t return something you steal from someone and borrow it every time you need to make someone else their conqueror.  That’s just wrong.  What the hell has happened to them? Where are the ones who scared the Romans enough to build a wall to keep them out?”



 "They were cowed into submission and threatened to be bred out," Sarah told him.  "The culture was starting to be lost until some people decided to try to keep the spirit going."


Dean stared at her, his hazel eyes turning dark gray with distress.  "There?  Hell, no!  It’s here.  The remnants of those who helped kick their asses out of this country over 230 years ago!  What good it did do us!”


 "Yes, most of them are here and in Canada.  It's the reason we cherish our history, blood soaked though it is.  It's up to us to keep it alive," she answered.  "Remember, the Boy scouts were the ones to bring the history back to the American Indians.  So we're helping our cousins overseas to remember."

No one had noticed Sam rise and stand behind his brother.  Hands went on the shorter man’s shoulders and squeezed softly but with enough strength to  warn the older man.  A soft voice said, “It’s okay, Dean.  Nothing is going to change over night.  Let’s talk about the weekend.  I know that you and Near are going out to dinner on Friday.  What time do we need to leave on Saturday morning?”


Dean stiffened.  He’d not talked to Near or Ben yet.  There’d been no time.  His eyes closed, and he slumped into his seat and put his head in his hands, expecting an outburst from his son.


 Ben didn't say anything, just stared questioningly at his dad.


Dean looked into his son’s eyes.  “We tried to talk about this months ago, Ben.  Near has been gone and I’m taking him this Friday.  It’s a promise I made before you came into my life.  I keep my promises.  Just as I keep them with you, son.”


He nodded, still not really wanting the other near his father but understanding.  It would take time for his insecurity and jealousy issues to fade and if Dean used the idea Watari had, the jealousy would fade faster.


“Look, Ben, they have this museum  a cowboy museum someone at work told me about.  You like to learn things and so does Near and it’s something neither one of you would know anything about.  It would put you on equal footing.  I thought I’d check and see what kind of exhibits it has and when it’s open and I’d give you boys research on it.  You  guys can tell all about each exhibit when we go.  What do you think?”


 "That would be fun," he said.  "Real cowboys?"


 "Yeah. I love cowboys.  The West.  I thought it would be fun.  I haven't asked Near yet.  I wanted to run it past you.  I'll ask him on Friday.  That work?


 "Yes, it will," he grinned, looking forward to that.


Sam had not sat down because his brother had start shaking when he sat down with his head in his hands.  Dean was not at the point of being able to meditate anywhere.  Sam’s eyes met Sarah’s.  Lisa was already rising.  “You look tired, hon.  Why don’t we head on up to bed?  It’s almost nine and you have to be up early for the doctor?  I know you took  a quick shower, but would a hot soak  help you sleep better?”  


Sarah looked at Dean.  "You remember what to do?"


Dean looked at her and nodded, “Yeah, I do..  Lisa, I just want to go to bed.  I think.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 140

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.


Tuesday

Dean was up early and gone before anyone was stirring, making the long drive to the city.  The others went about chores for the day.  The shop was closed for the next two weeks for Thanksgiving, but Ben still had school work that his mother had lined out for him.  

Sarah went up to the loft and saw the huge decorated box and wondered what was in it, but took  more notice of the wonderful sewing machine that was set up near it.The woman went to work, turning her designs into reality.  If all went well, she would have one major fantastic house for Christmas done.

Lisa sat down with Bobby and Watari and planned  meals, both  lunch and dinner.They wanted something that would tempt Dean, be delicious, but easy to digest.    He would have homework when he got home, and he needed to rest, so nothing too heavy needed to be eaten.  Lunch for teenagers and one growing boy was different.  The group seemed to work seamlessly, though Watari had to explain multiple times that his charges pretty much ate junk...all the time.

“Watari, we know that, but Dean told me once that you tried to make them eat at least one good meal a day.,” Lisa teased.

  He looked at Lisa.  "They've had that already," he replied in a deadpan voice.


“Oh,” Lisa responded.  “I assumed they ate something like donuts or sweet rolls for breakfast.”


"It's easier to cram it into them when they're half asleep," he admitted ruefully.


“All right, adults and Ben.  We should do something more substantial and go with something light and easy to digest for tonight.  Dean does have those tests early tomorrow.  Some of them are fasting.  I need to make sure to have something for him to eat after them.  The doctor said he wanted to redo them after he eats. I am hoping it is all stress but the hospital back then found something.  We need to know what it is.  It’s adding to his stress.”


 "How about a soup and salad type of thing," Watari asked her.


“That is a a good idea.  It’s early.  We could make something home made.  What would you suggest,Watari?  I know he likes your cooking.  He’s talked about your soups and I’ve made some of them.  Is there a healthy recipe for tomato and rice.  He says it is what his mother made him when he was sick.  He’s been going through so much lately, I wondered if it would hurt him to have something like that.”



 "Let's do a vegetable soup," he said, going into the main kitchen to wash the vegetables that would be needed.


Lisa and Bobby followed the older man into the main kitchen.  “I wondered about that.  Tomatoes have high acid content and are rather rich.  To give that to a sick child really made no sense at all to me.  I didn’t tell him that. It’s his  mother.”  The three worked together putting together a large pot of vegetable soup.  Lisa started a some loaves of French bread to rise.  Watari seasoned the broth and vegetables and allowed the mixture to begin to steep properly.


Lisa went about doing chores.  Bobby was doing some research for Rufus, who was on a hunt.  Lisa would go and work the dough on the French bread.  Later in the day, they could smell the fresh bread as it baked.  Wateri would go in and stir the soup.  Ben, finished with his homework was on a computer looking up places to see in Texas.  He'd heard his Dad talking about it.


Around 6:00, Lisa rejoined the two men in the kitchen, knowing Dean usually got home sometime around 6:30 or so.


As it grew close to seven in the evening, Ben came running downstairs yelling that it was snowing. The three in the kitchen were the only ones to hear him. Everyone was in their wings resting, working, or getting ready for dinner, depending on who it was.


    Watari looked out of the window.  "It definitely is.  Ben, go and let the others know please?"


Within ten minutes, everyone was on the patio watching the snow come down.  Still Dean did not come.  Bobby looked at the clock and it was twenty after seven.  He wondered how bad the roads were and why the boy didn’t call.



 The older male pulled Lisa aside.  "You may want to call Dean and make sure that he's all right."


Lisa pulled out her cell as she heard the front door open and a voice call out, “Hey!  I need help here!”


 Watari and Bobby hurried to the front door.  "What's wrong," the old hunter asked.


“I’ve been dragging bags to the door.  The snow’s really coming down.  No one’s set up for it except maybe you, Bobby, and Sarah. It’s freezing out here.  Let’s get this stuff inside.  My cell’s not working.  The weather is so blasted bad I couldn’t get any reception.”


"At least we know you're safe," Watari murmured, grabbing bags and hauling them in.


“I’m sorry.  Some roads were impassable.  I had to find other ways.They said the plows won’t get out this way to real late.  Hey! Everyone!  I’ve brought gifts!”


 Some of the others, who had been watching the snow on the back porch, came out to help.  Mello poked him.  "We're going to need to get you a better cell phone or another type of communication device in case this happens again."

 Dean’s face was red and he was blowing on his hands.  “Yeah. You  guys are the experts. I’ll put that in your hands.”  The hunter nodded to the bags.  There were dozens and each one had someone’s name on it.

Everyone piled in to help, and Near padded up to Dean, tugging his jacket.

Dean leaned down to towards the young teen.  “Yeah?” he whispered.

The young teen offered a cup of hot cider to the man.  "Dean must be cold," he said, handing it to him.

Dean took the hot cup into iced cold hands and trembled slightly.  “Thank you, Near.”  He sat on the large couch and watch everyone open bags.  Inside were winter clothes, coats, jackets, sweaters, scarfs, earmuffs, hats, gloves, woolen socks, boots, and warm snow pants.  All of Nears were white.  He pulled out a pad and handed it to Sam.  Inside was marked everyone’s sizes.  He’d raided closets during the moving.  The weather report said it was going to be bad.  No one had what was needed  Bobby and Sarah could use new, I’m sure.  Mine is in there.  It started on the way home.  I didn’t know which bags were mine. I'm half froze.  This cider's good.”

 Near's delicate fingers rubbed over the earmuffs and scarf.  His were very fluffy and soft.  Dean had remembered his intolerance for stiff and scartchy fabrics.  "Near thanks Dean," he murmured with Mello, Matt, Watari, and L chiming in after that.

Dean smiled and said it was nothing.  He knew it was needed before they could get to town.  He glanced at the others and then sniffed the air.  “Do I have time to bathe before supper?  You can go ahead and eat.  It will take a while. I’m all diesel oil and grease.”

 "It's nothing fancy and can keep.  GO clean up," Watari said, helping everyone get their belongings back into bags so they could put them away.

Bobby stood, “Son?”  Dean turned, “Sir?”  "Thank you for my things.  You surprised me  I didn’t expect this.”    The sweet smile showed.  “You’re welcome.”

Lisa and Ben grabbed their bags and Dean’s and followed him.  Lisa leaning up to kiss his dirty cheek and whispering a thank you.

Sam picked up the pad and his bags, ruffling his brother's hair before he got far.  "Thanks, Dean.  Go warm up.  We were worrying about you."

“I’m sorry, Sammy.  I tried.”



It's not your fault.  We didn't know cell service would crap out.  We should probably get a satellite phone or something for this," he said to his brother.


“Yeah, I think so.  They had a system set up here last year when we were hunting the creatures  It was for computers.  It’s been expanded.  Maybe they can tie into it.  I’m gonna leave it to them.  I’m tired, Sammy.  It’s been a long day and I still got homework to do.” Dean smiled and headed towards his wing, noticing Lisa waiting for him holding the door open.  


"Get cleaned up, Dean, and we'll have a meal sent up to you," Sam said.  "I'm just glad you're safe."


Dean started to argue with his younger brother, realized that it was heading towards eight and he’d been up since four in the morning.  He hadn’t planned on it, but couldn’t go back to sleep.  This just meant not seeing family all day.  Sam was doing what he promised he would do, protecting him when was tired, confused, or stressed, and not thinking clearly.  He sighed, nodded at Sam, and passed by Lisa into their wing.


    A short time later, a bowl of soup and a nice salad was brought to him by Mello.  "Hey, thought you might be hungry."


Dean,  slippers lying on the floor, clad in a t-shirt, flannel pajama bottoms, with feet bare, and hair going everywhere, was sitting behind his desk in his office, his laptop in front of him.  He smiled at Mello.


“Everyone eating on the patio?  Is that French bread?  I hope that’s Caesar dressing?  I’m starved.”  For Mello, that was a change.  Dean, starving.


"Pretty much.  We can head out there if you want; we didn't know how the homework situation was coming along," he told the other.



“Really?  Cause Sam left me with the impression that my night was over.”


"I think he was thinking you had a ton of work and were too tired, so was trying to give you an option," the blond shrugged.  "Up to you."


“I didn’t think I was being allowed options, Mello.  There’s been some strict rules laid down for me for the time being.  Sam’s kind of taken charge, and he’s got everyone’s support on it.  I can’t blame them.  If you think it’s all right, I’d like to.  I only had to answer a discussion question and I was logging out.”


 "Like I said, it's up to you.  You know what you're able to do right now; we're not in your head to know how tired you are or how much homework you have."


“I didn’t have a lot of homework tonight.  It’s done.  I am tired.  I’m going to bed early, but I would like to eat with my family.”


 "Then come on then."


Dean grabbed his tray and followed Mello back out of his wing into the main part of the cabin.  The fireplace was burning and heating system  was on.  The windows were not shielded so everyone could see the snow coming down in the backyard.  They were talking and laughing when Dean followed  Mello onto the patio.  He stood still for a moment and made eye contact with his brother, waiting.  One wrong look and Dean would turn and go.  Sam knew it. There was no cockiness or assuredness there.  Just two brothers and right now Sam was the boss, and they both knew it.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 139

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.


Sam Tells a Dean Story.

“I hope he’ll come to mean more to you then he does now.  I know he can be an ass, but he means well, hon.  He’s so afraid of  saying the wrong thing.  He can’t help it.”  Sam chuckled some. “ He’s gotten into more trouble because of his inability to think before he speaks.  Oh man!  I could tell you stories.”

 "Why don't you then?"

“Tell you stories?”  Sam laughed.  “Okay.”

She grinned at that.

“One of the best ones...I was in high school...I was 15 and he was 19.  Dad was off on a hunting trip and told Dean to stay home with me.  Dean was not happy.  I had this teacher.  Sarah, she was around 45 or older and really chased after the boys.  She was making me really uncomfortable.  I actually skipped class a couple of times.  Dean found out I had skipped and  he hit the ceiling over it.  I told him  about her.”

She cuddled onto the couch, patting for Sam to join her as she did so, enthralled with the tale.

“He went to the school to talk to her.  Dean has always been a magnet for the wrong kind of woman, Sarah.  They are drawn to him.  Nowadays it doesn’t bother him, but Dean was still particular about who he was with back then.  Some bad things had already happened to him and you know that. Those men were back when he was around 15 or 16.  He avoided being alone with a group of men back then.  This teacher, oh man.  She hit on him hard.  Dean got mad at her when she threatened me.  He told her that he was unattainable.  I didn’t think he knew the damn word.”

Sarah listened to the story.  "So what happened next?"

“I got an ‘F’ on a major paper.  She said I did it wrong.  Dean saw red when I brought the paper home.  He went to the school.  He didn’t come home that night, Sarah.  I thought. Well, I just thought.”

 She nodded.  "And then what?"

“When I woke up, he was in the kitchen fixing cereal and milk for breakfast.  He looked exhausted, hon.  I thought the worst.  My paper was on the table.  There was an explanation  on how she had misread it and the ‘F’ was scratched out and there was a big, red ‘A’ on it.  I jumped him about sleeping  with her to get my grade and giving her more power over all of us.  He just stared at me and walked out.”


"Oh Sam," she whispered.


“It gets better, Sarah.  I got to school and when I got to her class, she looked horrible, worse then Dean did. That made me feel sick....Dean and her.  She made no passes at any one...just taught the class.  She asked me to stay after class.  Everyone stared at me.  I knew what they were thinking.  She waited until the last student left and walked to my desk.  She sat on the desk in front of me and turned sideways.  She apologized.  I must’ve really looked confused.  I know I was.  She said I could go.  I got to the door and I couldn’t help it, Sarah.  I asked her what she and Dean did last night.”


She said nothing, just waiting for him to continue.


Sam was silent for a moment.  “She, uh....she said. that....that Dean....well... he took her...Dean took her hunting.”


 "He what?"


Sam laughed, "Yeah. The area was having trouble with an incubus.  Dean heard about it but wasn’t sure how to draw one out.  He’d called Bobby who told him they went after women.  He figured since she was so crazy about sex she might attract one.  He  got rid of a demon that night and she’ll never forget it.   I doubt she chases after her students any more. I got the story out of Dean when I got home and apologized.”



 "I'd say he handled it the right way," she told him.  "NO child needs to be preyed upon like that and for her to feel the attentions of a predator, I think it helped put that into perspective.  Maybe more rapists and the like should be handled that way."


“Yeah, he did, Sarah, but what would he have done after telling her was unattainable if that demon hadn’t existed?   He sometimes says things he shouldn’t say.  It’s just Dean.  He was trying to pull her off me.  Thing is he’d been through too much already between those guys at the pool hall and Dad without her being added to it.  It could have gone badly for him.  It didn’t, but it could have.  That’s what I mean.  Dean will say what he thinks.  He wasn’t bad about before the other, but he got that way.  I think it’s bravado.  I just wanted you to understand him a little better. Let’s go to bed.  If you’re making ornaments and stuff tomorrow, you need rest.  Dean won’t be here to cut stuff until evening.”  Sam reached down and took her hand and pulled her to her feet, drawing her towards the bedroom.


    She went with him, yawning deeply as the tiredness hit her.