Supernatural Death Note Chapter 106

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

Dean Rebels and Faces the Consequences

"We were just teasing with you, love."

“Okay. Everyone ready to go? Where’s Bobby and Ben?” Dean headed to the driver’s seat.

Lisa stared at him, eyes wide.

Dean looked back at her. “What, Lisa? I said okay. Let’s get going. We’ve wasted a lot of time joking.”

"All right, Love."

Bobby and Ben came out with the cooler. "Got it dad!"

Lisa heard Sarah mutter, “Are we fixing to have a war?” Sarah looked at Sam as Dean got behind the wheel of his car. Bobby’s eyes grew large, and he muttered, “Shit. Dean don’t need to be driving.”

Sam leaned over the window. "Shove over. Remember our agreement?" He knew his brother was tired and needed to nap.

Dean stared at his little brother, forgetting everything at that moment, except he was the big brother. He forgot Sam had been taking charge at his request, and he forgot that Sam had learned to take him on. He also forgot how tired he was.

“I’m wide awake, Sam. Believe me.”

"Let me try for a while, ok? You still look tired." He was worried about him.

“I said I’m fine, Sam.”

Bobby softly said Sam’s name in a tone of voice that gave permission.

"Shove over, Dean," he said to him, pushing him gently but firmly to the passenger seat.

Dean slid over but went out the passenger door, coming around to the driver’s side. “What the hell are you doing, Sam?”

Sam had taken a seat, keeping Dean from taking over. "Doing what a good little brother should. Now get in shotgun and shut the cakehole."

Dean turned red. At this time, Bobby stepped in. “Dean Winchester! Get your ass in the back seat with Lisa. It’s what you agreed to. NOW!”

It grew suddenly quiet as Dean stared into the eyes of the man who was father to him. “Yes, Sir,” was softly heard. Dean climbed into the back seat as Sarah rode shotgun.

The younger brother sighed, hoping Dean wouldn't be pissed with him. He was worried about him.

Bobby watched Dean sit stiffly on his side of the car, shook his head, and walked to the doctor’s office. He told the doctor about everything. The lack of sleep, forgetfulness, not eating right, and what happened today. He asked the doctor to step in and help Dean. He explained what was planned for the weekend. They did not want Dean to miss out, but he did need some help.

The doctor listened seriously before walking out with Bobby. "Dean, would you come here a moment please?"

Sam looked at his brother’s face. Dean was in a panic. He jumped out of the car, stumbling as he did so. He quickly approached Bobby and the doctor.

The doctor braced him. "Take a deep breath slowly, hold it for the count of five, then exhale on a six count."

Dean had stiffened when the doctor grabbed hold of him. He made eye contact and did not break it as he followed the doctor’s orders.

"Again, keep on until you feel the panic subside."

Sam watched his brother breathe in deeply and exhale. He did it several times and slowly calmed. Dean waited on the doctor, knowing he was in trouble.

"How do you feel, better now," the physician asked him.

“I’m not panicking any more, Doc. Am I grounded?”

"Are you?" He checked him over, taking a wrist to check his pulse.

“Am I what? Panicking or grounded?” Dean was nervous, his pulse was high. “Look, Doc, I got major plans for this weekend. I can’t be grounded.”

"I won't ground you if you promise to follow specific orders. Will you hear me out and make that promise in front of someone?" Dean swallowed several times. The doctor could tell he was shaking. He nodded, “O..k..kay, Doc."

He gestured for Bobby to come forward. "I'm giving Dean orders for the weekend and he's promised to follow them. First order, plenty of rest and limited stress. Let Sam or someone else do the driving. Nothing mentally taxing if possible. You will spend at least an hour meditating a day to help balance you."

“W..w..what?” Dean stared in surprise. “D..doc, I need to talk to you....alone.”

"What is it, Dean? Just you, me, and Bobby here," he said, voice low.

“Doc, only Sam knows.”

Bobby nodded, moving out of the way until the doctor called for him again.

“Doc, we are gonna be gone for two days. We are shopping for the cabin. The thing is, I have to go to one of these fancy jewelers and face a bunch snobs who look down on guys like me. Sam is gonna come with me to keep me out of trouble. I’m buying a ring for Lisa. I’m taking her to a really fancy restaurant and I’m taking her dancing. Me, doc...in a fancy suit and dancing. I’m asking her to marry me. How the hell can I do what you are asking?”

"Easily..you're making a bigger deal out of it than it is.'

“Doc, I’ve never had a relationship that lasted this long before. I love her. It is a big deal to me. I have never kept a good girl as mine before. Nothing has gone right today. I’ve been blowing it all day. I can’t afford to.”

"Look at me. Calm down. If you don't calm down, you'll be hospitalized in an hour. Understand? Take it slowly..which you can do. Dump as much on Sam and Bobby as you can. If you don't, I'm grounding you."

“Doc, I’m completely not in control any more. Taking it slow is all they’re letting me do. I’m doing what they ask. I just lost it for a bit. I’m tired, Doc. Not just my body, but my mind. I want to be able to handle things like Sam can. I’ve always been able to do stuff before. Why is it staying this hard? I’m well, so why?”

"Because you're still not scheduling and prioritizing as you should. You're reacting first instead of thinking through things."

“Doc, last night ,my life became a calendar full of prioritizing and scheduling. My shop is no longer under my control. I get to work a half day every day, Doc. That’s all. It’s got me freaking out, but I’ll find a way to deal with it. I have online school and the diesel classes in the city, so I do understand, but it’s my shop, Doc. I guess, I am not sure how to handle it, but I will learn how. It’s gonna take a little time. There’s been a lot of emotional stress today. I snapped.”

"That's the problem. You're taking things too personal right now. Your family is doing what is best for you. Be damned grateful instead of reacting this way, Dean. Most people would ignore you and let you kill yourself with exhaustion and stress. Now, can you follow my orders?"

“I can try, Doc. The only meditating I know how to do clears your mind and you go to sleep.”

"That'll do..something to relax. No stress."

“How long is this to go on? Just during the trip?”

"I'll evaluate you after you return and see how that is doing," he told him.

Dean just nodded, shoulders slumped. “Can we leave now, Doc, cause we’re way past time to leave. If that’s all right.”

"I'm holding you to it, Dean."

“I know, Doc.”

"Have a good weekend, and good luck," he smiled at him.

Dean almost smiled, and his eyes looked dull. “Thanks, Doc.”

He tapped the other. "None of that. Smile, live..enjoy yourself."

“You know what, Doc? Maybe one of these days I can.”

"I'm thinking you've got pretty damned good reasons as to why you should today," he said, gesturing at the family waiting for him.

“You know, they played an ultimate joke on me today, and I couldn’t deal with it. What an ass.”

"No..just stressed and that shows the high level of it."

“Really? So how do I go back there and unstress this?”

"Easy, enjoy time with your family and forget about the shop and everything else. Live in this moment for now."

“Just like that. Let everything that has happened go? Pretend it never happened? It was so stupid.”

"If they don't bring it up, you don't."

“Okay. Thanks, Doc. I’ll do all I can to follow your orders.”

"I know you can do it, Dean."

“Thank you for believing in me, Doc.”

"Of course. Now scram, I think Ben is trying to convince Sam to let him drive," he said, snickering.

Dean’s grin was more natural and his eyes smiled too. He headed to the car, climbing into the back seat behind Sarah so he could have more leg room.

"Ben, go ride with Grampa. Later, we'll use a different car and I'll teach you," he teased the boy, who ran to Bobby.

Dean stretched out as best he could. laying his head in Lisa’s lap. “Wake me when we stop, Sam.” Soon his eyes were closed, Lisa playing with his hair.

"No problem," he said, starting the Impala.

Dean was soon asleep. Bobby called Sam. Sam answered his cell. ‘Yeah, Bobby?”

“No need to talk, son. From what little I overheard, it’s stress and exhaustion. We keep him calm and the doc has orders for him. We can still all have a lot of fun this weekend.”

"Okay, I think we can do that."

“We better cause the doc is talking hospital if we can’t help him, Sam. There goes both schools if that happens. I don’t think he’ll try college again if that happens.”

"I know, Bobby. We'll help him. That's what family is for," he told him.

Sam heard Lisa murmur softly, “Yes, it is.” He looked in the back seat from the rear view mirror and could see that she was caressing Dean’s stomach and chest where his shirt and t-shirt had ridden up. His brother’s breathing was slow and steady...asleep.

He ended the call, focusing on the road.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 105

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

Dean's Problems

The meal passed as it usually did, lively and full of chatter as they shared the food and anticipation of the trip they were about to go on.

Dean rose from the table, not having eaten much. He leaned over and kissed Lisa and ruffled Ben’s hair. Picking up his dishes, he scraped off what he didn’t eat, rinsed them, and placed them in the dishwasher.

“I’m heading over to pack my stuff. What all do you want packed for Ben, Lis? I’ll leave yours for you. I’m not getting yelled at for forgetting something.”

Sam knew his were packed. He thought about Dean’s mess up about the reservations for a restaurant, remembering everything his brother had been trying to do on too little sleep. Grinning, he said, “Mind if I join you, Dean.” Bobby winked at his younger son, nodding approval.

Dean stopped for a second and stared at both men. Sudden comprehension showed in the hazel eyes, his lips pursed for just a second before he nodded yes.

Sam put something together and then headed out of the trailer with Dean, handing him a healthy sandwich. "Eat that, ok? We'll get things taken care of."

Dean looked at the sandwich and sighed. “Are you telling me I didn’t eat enough, Sam? I know how to pack.” He stopped and stared at his tall brother, who had a habit of appearing a lot bigger than usual of late. “Because I messed up the dinner and stuff?”

"Dean, you barely ate three bites before getting up. And no, it isn't because you almost messed things up. You didn't sleep much last night and working hard beforehand. I just want to help to make sure everything goes all right," he pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re right, Sam. I need to go through Lis’ jewelry. I haven’t been able to find a sneaky way to get a ring size. I’m buying one today.”

"Check that while I get your stuff together first before Ben's, ok? And eat first!" He poked him playfully.

Dean sat on the porch steps and ate his sandwich, knowing his brother watched to make sure he didn’t wolf it down. Lisa had been adamant about that. After the last bite, he stood up and headed into the house. He went through the chest of drawers until he found her jewelry case. Lisa didn’t have many pieces of jewelry. What she did have, her parents had bought her. He wanted her to have a something she deserved to have and it had to come from him. He planned to buy her ring and than something really nice for Christmas. His wife should have nice things and they should not have come from her parents.

Sam went through his brother's belongings, packing nice clothes to shop in as well as for the restaurant. Everything the man would need for this venture.

Dean headed to his son’s room and put together what the boy would need for the next few days. He met his brother in the living room. Sam had a suitcase and a suit bag in his hands. Dean’s eyes widened. “We got suitcases? When the hell did we get those, and where have they been hiding?

"You can thank Lisa for that," he laughed. "I found them on a shelf in your closet actually. You're not gonna be able to shop at the store you want to in jeans, so I packed something nicer to wear so the sales people will take you seriously."

“Really? Aw, damn it, Sam. I’m gonna have to deal with snobs? I hate that. I hope they’ll take me seriously. I’m not...what’s the word? Couth? Hell I don’t k now. I’m just me Will they even let me look at one?”

"Go in there without looking nervous, be confident and polite, and they'll have no problems with you. Did you want me to go with you?"

“You know I’ll end up acting like I did with Sarah’s dad. Cocky, that’s what Sarah told me a while back when she mentioned it. Cocky? If they don’t look down their noses, Sam, I can do what you said, but hell...Would you mind?”

"I packed for the occasion, just in case," he said with a smile.

Sam found the look of relief on his brother’s face almost comical. Dean had never been raised to know how to act with the upper crust. Servants and people who dealt with the wealthy were worse... sometimes worse than the wealthy themselves. Dean, being Dean, would hide behind an attitude.

At this time Lisa and Ben entered. Ben ran to his room for some toys and a book.. The men watched Dean’s future wife head towards their bedroom and shut the door. Sam saw his brother smile the smile that few ever saw. It was soft and gentle and so unlike the Dean most people knew. He grinned, glad that a woman finally brought it out of him.

"Let's get these loaded up so we'll know how to plot out trunk space for the cars," he told him.

Dean picked up his son’s suitcase, noting that Ben had placed the toys and book in a satchel to be packed also. Smiling, he grabbed the satchel and suitcase and headed out the door, Sam behind him with the two items that were Dean’s.

They loaded the car and Sam went to get his and Sarah's cases to pack as well. Lisa showed with a suitcase, a bag for the dress, and a makeup case. Dean looked at all of that and than at the woman who handed them to him.

“Women really do need this much?” He stared at Lisa and Sarah who had come out behind Sam, realizing he’d said the wrong thing. Turning red, he started grabbing the luggage and arranging things so the bags were on top and less likely to get crushed.

Sam bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the reactions from the ladies. Dean was going to get himself into major trouble.

Dean had the luggage arranged, shut the trunk hood and turned towards Sam, talking low, “Exactly how much crap do they put on their faces, Sam? I never noticed Lis having a case full before.” Turning, Dean noticed Sarah standing right behind him. “Sam had not turned around yet, because he was watching Ben and Bobby semi wrestling by Bobby’s truck. He heard his brother groan, “Oh, god, I’m dead.” Dean was as white as a ghost and Sarah was redder than Dean had been earlier.

He caught it and snickered. "I think I'm going to get the cooler," he said. They'd planned a picnic lunch to save on expenses and to keep things healthy. Dean grabbed his arm, a panicky voice saying, “Like hell you are. I’ll go get it. Give people time to calm down.”

"All right, Dean, go for it."

Sam watched his brother plaster a very fake smile on a worried face and turn to face not one, but two women. Lisa decided he needed a lesson, so stood beside Sarah.

“If you ladies would excuse me?”

The younger brother bit back a snicker as the two didn't move, and he leaned against the car. He loved his big brother but Dean could do the dumbest things sometimes.

Bobby leaned down, whispering in Ben's ears. "This is why you never say anything about how much makeup and clothes a lady packs. Got me?"

Ben looked up and nodded, watching his dad dig himself in deeper.

“Aw, come on! Guys don’t need that damn much. I can understand a small case, but those things could hold the crown jewels, and I’m not talking mine or Sam’s.” Dean stared at both women and winced. “MAN!”

Sam and Bobby started cracking up then, watching him get himself into more trouble. This was a definite fun thing for them to watch.

Dean licked his bottom lip, and tried to think of a way out, finding none. He turned to his brother and saw how he and Bobby were enjoying this. “I’m in deep shit, huh?”

"Hip deep, Dean, and sinking fast."

“Oh HELL!” Dean had the look of someone facing a rope at a hanging tree. “Really?”

Sam watched his brother turn even whiter than he was. Sam swore that what tan his brother had was gone and he could probably count the freckles on him if he the inclination.

Dean suddenly relaxed towards both of the angry women in front of him and stood looking facing them.

"Yup, big brother, that you are." He leaned back to watch the show.

“I’ve never been anywhere with a woman where she would need anything near what would be in those cases. Okay? I mean, damn it, Lis, where you been hiding it all?”

Sam heard Bobby whistle quietly.

"Sinking, Dean, sinking faster," he called out.

“Maybe I am, Sam. Lisa and Sarah are the most beautiful women in the world, man. I can’t understand why women as beautiful as they are would need even one half of what would be in those cases. They’re beautiful, Sammy.” Dean turned back to be face to face with both women if he looked down. He did. “I don’t understand. You’re both beautiful. Why cover it all up?”

That wasn't exactly a lot to push the anger aside, Sam knew. It was still showing a bit of a lack of appreciation for the hard work they put into looking good for them.

“Are you telling me, by not talking, that it takes all of that to look like you ain’t wearing any?

Bobby leaned down, “Hey, Ben, let’s go get that cooler.”

Ben frowned, “Can’t I watch. Dad’s saying all the wrong stuff and it’s funny.”

"I don't think you want to watch the bloodbath that will follow, squirt, so let's get the cooler. Ladies, I think he gets at least partial credit for trying. Just remember, he learned everything pretty much on his own."

Sarah stared at Bobby and than back at Dean. “Than he’s not the lady’s man like the reputation that preceded him?”

Dean grew angry, “Now that’s a low blow, Sarah. You and I have never had sex, so you sure as hell don’t know what I’m like. I can see your face from here. Big difference.” Sam groaned, and Bobby dragged Ben off.

Sam sighed. "Enough..Ok? He made a mistake, ladies..I know..but no fighting please."

Dean turned to walk off and ran into his brother. He looked up into amused eyes, and turned white again. “Just let me walk away, Sam. Okay? I got to think here.”

He squeezed Dean's shoulder, telling him without words that he was there for him if he needed it. Dean nodded and turned to leave.

He froze when Lisa said his name. Bowing his head, Dean Winchester waited. “What happened here, Dean.”

“Lis, I’ve spent years of one nighters. I never paid any attention to a woman’s bathroom. Hell, I never really got to many women’s bedrooms. Okay? You don’t keep all this stuff out where I’d be use to it. Neither of you has ever looked like you were wearing a ton of stuff. Ah damn, I’ve done it again. I haven’t been chasing women since you came back into my life, Lis. I’ve lost that kind of touch, but I don’t want to say anything that would hurt you. I joked when I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

Lisa sighed, going to him to hug him. "I think our joke went too far too, love. I'm sorry and apology accepted."

Dean looked shocked. “Wh..wh..what joke?”

"Acting angry when you made all those funny comments," she said. "A lot of women will do what we did to make their guys squirm."

“I was squirming, Lis. It was intentional? You weren’t angry? I couldn’t think of a damn thing I could say to that back there. I joked because it didn’t make sense to me. I blew it. I know, but I was really scared I’d ruined this weekend with you. Damn it, Lis.”

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 104

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.

Sam to the rescue

“I’d like that more than anything. We've never done anything like that. We’re gonna have to run it by the families. Sam, I’m buying a ring today. I’m asking Lisa to marry me, and I want to do it during the holidays. Will you be my best man?”

"I'd be insulted if you didn't ask me that," he teased.

“I think that Ben should be the one to give his mom away. I’ll talk to her about it. That’s why I want to take her out tomorrow night. I was wondering if either you and Sarah, or Bobby might keep Ben for the night? Probably Bobby, because you and Sarah need some down time too.”

"Let Bobby have him. I know those two will have fun and get into trouble."

“God help us. Yeah, I’ll ask him. Ben needs time with his grandpa. You know, Lisa doesn’t talk marriage, Sam. That kinda scares me. What if she says no?”

"Then she's dumber then dirt," he told him.

“She ain’t dumb, Sam. She’s really smart, except when it comes to me. I’ve never had a serious relationship ever. Lisa is the only one. Love, yeah, but some thing that lasted this long? No You’re the one who knows how to do this kind of thing. My experience is one nighters. Do women talk marriage? Does Sarah?”

"I'm just saying that if she turns you down, she will be. And Sarah hasn't, not to me since I mentioned I did want to share my life with her."

“I did too, Sam, but it’s been a while and we’ve not talked any more. I want to do this right. I’m buying a ring and I’m gonna wine and dine her and ask her. If I can find a place that has soft music and dancing, I’ll do it all.”

"Maybe that's what she's waiting on?"

“I bet you’re right, Sam. Tomorrow night is the night. I guess I get to try that suit you had to have picked out when ya’ll bought those clothes for me. I know she bought some pretty stuff for herself so I will make it a point to let her know we are going some place really nice. I got to do some digging after we get there tomorrow. I mean, expensive nice. You know?”

"I do know. Dean..just be yourself. Which resteraunt are you going to take her to?"

There was a sense of panic in the older brother’s voice. “I’m taking my laptop, Sam. I can’t find anything like what I want. I want a very nice meal with fancy waiters, candlelight, great music, and dancing. I haven’t been able to find anything like that and I've been looking. i don't have enough time in a day. There’s got to be one somewhere?”

He grabbed his brother, yanking him into the trailer and past the group. "I know, breakfast is ready, it can wait." Sam was almost in rabid chipmunk speech as he told them this before dragging his brother into the bedroom, locking the door behind them and turning music on to stop eavesdropping. He reached for his laptop. "Ok, time to plan."

“Okay. What do I need to do, Sam? Hell! This is so new to me. I had no idea it took so much. I thought, suit, ring, restaurant. I am such a fool. Shoulda had this all done weeks ago.”

"Sit down, let me search," he said, pulling up websites.

Dean always had strange nervous and bored mannerisms but his actions today were that of a man who thinks he’s screwed things up.

Sam was quiet for a moment, reaching up to tug his brother to sit down. "How's this one look? It has a dancing floor, big band style, and is reputed to be one of the highest rated restaurants in the city."

“Can we get reservations for tomorrow this late, cause that would be perfect, man.”

He picked up his cell phone, dialing the number. "Yes, I'm calling to inquire about reservations for tomorrow night. Do you have a table available?" He listened for a moment. "That would be perfect. Also, do you know if the chef and staff would be available to help with a marriage proposal?" There was another long pause. "Perfect. The reservation name will be for Dean Winchester, party of two. I see..thank you very much." He hung up. "Reservation is at eight. The chef will have something special cooked up for dessert for the proposal."

“Really? They do that? Desserts for proposals? Wow! Thanks, Sam.,” Dean’s voice was almost a whisper as he grabbed his brother and hugged him in a tight squeeze.

Sam hugged him back, laughing. "You're all set and this is our little secret," he winked playfully.

Dean looked incredibly excited, but still tired. Sam figured sleeping, fully clothed, with a boy and a huge dog on top of you had to make for very little rest. He figured they’d be a little crowded in the Impala, but Bobby had mentioned the possibility of taking his truck. Maybe they could get Ben to ride with him, he would drive (Dean would just love that), and his brother and Lisa could relax in the back seat. He stared at him and figured out how to broach the subject in hand.

"Since your tired, wy don't you crash in the back with Lisa? I could drive for a bit until you're more steady on your feet."

Hazel eyes met his with a curious stare. “I thought I slept all night, and I don’t remember waking up at all. Do I look tired, Sam?”

"You look exhausted. You slept with Ben and the mutt on you all night."

Sam was expecting a battle, but received the shock of a lifetime. His brother sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I did. I might actually catch a nap in her lap. That could be fun. Haven’t had too many women in the back seat of that car. Come to think of it, Anna’s been the only one.” Dean smiled. “Cold breakfast and angry family? Shall we?”

"Sure," he said, rising to his feet after turning off the laptop.

The two men entered the kitchen where Bobby, Ben and two stern-looking women waited for them. Dean walked to Lisa and kissed her.

“We’re sorry. We were taking care of some things, important things. I hope we didn’t ruin all of your work?”

"We managed to salvage it but what were you two up to?"

“Well, I got reservations for two nights at the hotel. I want to take Lisa out somewhere really special. It was supposed to be a surprise. Anyway, Lis, got the reservations thanks to Sammy. You will need to bring one of those beautiful dresses you bought. I will bring my suit. There’s dancing too. Bobby, can Ben stay the night with you? I figure Sam may want to make some plans too.”

Everyone, but Sam and Ben, turned to stare when Dean mentioned his new suit and dancing.

Bobby chuckled, immediately snapping to what he was doing. "Yup, we'll have a movie night and see how much sugar we both can get through."

“Hey, Ben. You got a problem with riding to town with your Grandpa? I’ve been a bad boy lately and not getting the right kind of sleep. Your mama is going to sit in the back seat, and I’m gonna put my head in her lap and try to sleep on the way there. Would that be all right, son?”

"I don't mind," he chirped.

Dean kissed Lisa a second time. He and Sam joined the others for breakfast.

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 103

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.

What Hasn't Been Dealt With...Sam

"I hope so. I remember being jealous over Dean too when he was acting big brother to another kid my age. It was hard..so damned hard," he murmured.

“Yes, but which of you did Dean come home to, suffer for, care for over anything and everything, Sam?”

"Me..it was me. When you're a kid though, it's hard to accept anyone else. Especially when that one person is pretty much all you have."

“Yet you were always running away from him, Sam Dean gives so freely of himself because he’s afraid of being alone. He was so afraid of losing you. He talked to me about it a few months ago. Dean doesn’t want anyone to feel that alone. When you were at Stanford, your dad walked out on him. Dean acted like it was normal to have that. He told you he was 26 and old enough to handle his own cases. Covering up was what he was doing, Sam. He told me you’d run away at least once. He took it as leaving him, not your dad. That’s why he’s this way.”

"Don't even start, Lisa. I ran away because I was scared of losing Dean and my dad didn't give a damn about what I wanted. Dean kept being daddy's little soldier and tried to balance my wants with Dad's demands," he told her.

“You’re not over that are you? Dean gives because it’s now a part of him, Sam. For the longest time before Ryuzaki and Watari helped him, he gave because he was afraid if he wasn’t needed he wouldn’t be wanted. He wanted his dad’s love, Sam. He never got it. I always thought he put you first. Isn’t that why he got in so much trouble with youf dad when you went to Stanford. He told me he gave you every penny he owned to see to it you had food and a place to sleep on that bus trip. He took that punishment when you disappeared and went somewhere south. He was taking care of you. Dean would do anything for you, Sam. You always came before your dad. Always. Dean was caught between you two. He wanted to be there for his dad and have his approval, but you were his to care for and he loves you like he could never love his dad. If you don’t believe that think of his reactions and his face when you and your dad fought. You have always had your brother’s heart.”

He shrugged, looking tired. "Good night, Lisa."

“Good night, Sam. Maybe you need to talk to your brother like Ben just did. You certainly have not gotten over it.”

"In my own time."

“Sam, Dean doesn’t deserve this. Think back over the past months with Watari and Ryuzaki. Think about what Dean has said and done. What he has gone through for you. Your dad never had him. You did.”

He shut the door, then looked at her. "Don't, Lisa. You've no right to go there. I'm not taking this out on Dean, and I would never do that."

“You are right, Sam. You are not taking it out on Dean. You’ve taken charge and protected him. Sam, by holding that inside instead of getting it out into the open between you, you hurt both of you...mainly because it is there.” Lisa stepped closer and kissed the tall man. “I love you ,Sam. I shouldn’t have to tell you that your brother does. Good night.”

Sam shook his head, heading towards the living room he took Sarah’s hand and headed towards their trailer

“You all right, Sam? You look upset.”.

"Lisa..just sick of lectures."

“Why would Lisa say anything to you? What lectures? I don’t recall you talking about getting lectures lately. We’ve been here for months. What lectures, Sam?”

Sam told her what Lisa had said, pouring himself a glass of water after putting his shoes away.

“Honey, that doesn’t sound like much of a lecture, but more of her being concerned about you and Dean. Why haven’t you talked to him about this? I’m not lecturing, love. I’m curious.”

"What is there to talk about, Sarah? Nothing, not really. How much I hate my birth father for putting us through this shit and making Dean my dad when he shouldn't have been?"

“Sam, there is something if it’s still bothering, baby. You are upset in some way with Dean too. You told her that he had to balance caring for you with being his dad’s little soldier. Sam you are upset with him for that. Dean didn’t give all to you. That’s what’s wrong, sweetie. You need to talk to him. Let it out, honey. If you don’t, at some point you will flash and it could hurt you both, definitely emotionally and mentally, possibly physically. Please, Sam. Don’t hold this in, my love. Come to bed and let me see if I can make you feel better.”

"I just want her to back off. It's not her place," he said, putting the glass in the sink.

“Sam, Lisa is seeing what I am seeing...the possibility of you two getting hurt because if comes out the wrong way, one or both of you will. I think she only asked you to talk to Dean and tried to tell you that Dean loves you enough to give all for you. I can’t blame her for wanting to make sure Dean doesn’t face any more family pain. I would have said the same to Dean if it had been him, my love.”

"I know he does, Sarah, and I don't blame him for any of it."

“I know you hate your dad. Believe me, we all do. Sam, you sounded bitter over Dean. Talking about him wanting to be your dad’s little soldier. and balancing your dad’s wants with your needs. From what I had understood from Bobby that’s one reason Dean was not with your dad after you left. Yes, Dean wanted his dad’s love, but Sam, it was yours that meant the world to him. I watched a different Dean accept what you and Bobby planned for him and for the shop. He was so shook up he was shaking, Sam. Than, Ben topped it off. He took it because you are Sam and Bobby is Bobby. You are family..his family and I watched Dean Winchester not only not argue with you, although he questioned, but he actually obeyed you two, Sam. Who’s soldier is he really? He would die for you, but not John Winchester. No, he is the little soldier of Sam Winchester and Bobby Singer. Think on that one, my sweet.”

"I know that, Sarah," he said, sitting on their bed. "It's not Dean I'm upset with even though people think I am. I just wish I could beat the shit out of John Winchester..just once."

“Why? He’s dead, Sam. He can’t hurt either of you unless you let him. It does no good. By letting him make you feel this way, you are only letting him control your feelings. It’s not good for you, my love. Seriously. Let it go. You and Dean both have families now. When we marry, I’ll be your family. I hope we’ll have lots of children, Sam, because you will be a great dad. Bobby loves you like a father. You’re his son. You have Dean and always will. We’ll be sharing the same house, hon. It won’t be bad. Let him go. He’s worthless and good only for the pain he caused. Don’t let him cause more pain.” With this, Lisa kissed the man she loved and pulled him into the bed.

Sam lost himself in her, pushing everything aside simply to focus on the one he loved.

Morning arrived at an early hour for most of the group. Bobby was at Sam and Sarah’s helping to fix breakfast. Sam woke up and saw the suitcases were ready and smiled. He showered and dressed and joined the two in the kitchen. There was a knock at the door and Lisa’s head popped in.

“Hey, guys, I brought the fresh fruit and the juices” Sam grabbed the door and opened it so Dean’s girl could enter with the large tray she was carrying.

He didn't say much, just opened the door and then went out to check the vehicles, making sure everything was ready.

Lisa recognized the attitude as pure Winchester. Her son had it in abundance as Dean found out last night. She was not about to get involved any further.

Sam went to his brother's trailer, going into Ben's room to tap his brother's foot. "Dean, time to get up." He noticed that his brother was still completely clothed, shod, with his son still in his arms and the dog on his legs. One eye opened as he looked up at his brother. Sam wondered if he got any rest like that.

"It's time to get up. The girls are m.aking breakfast," he told his brother.

“Kay. It’s really morning? I slept like this all night?” Dean stared at his son and the large dog on his legs, and wondered if he stilll had legs. There was no feeling there

Sam nudged the dog off of the bed, ordering it out of the room in a stern tone. "You slept like that all night."

Dean nudged his son and softly said his name. Ben woke up and looked at his dad, his uncle Sam, and where he was. His eyes got big. “I slept on you? All night?”

"Yeah you did, Ben. You should go get cleaned up and ready for breakfast," Sam told him. "Your mom is in my trailer."

Dean forced himself to sit up. He looked up at his brother and frowned. “What’s wrong, Sam?”

"Nothing..just didn't sleep well," he said quietly.

Dean stared at him, a hurt expression on his face. He nodded, and began to see if his legs worked.

Sam sighed. "Your girlfriend decided to lecture me last night because I'm still dealing with shit from Dad. I didn't appreciate it as I'm handling it the best I can..it's slow progress but it's progress."

“Lisa doesn’t lecture, Sam. She talks and she makes sense when she does. Why the hell didn’t you tell me? We agreed no more keeping things hidden away. You weren’t gonna tell me. If I didn’t know how to read you when you lie, you wouldn’t have.” Dean leaned down, trying to rub circulation back into this limbs so he could get up.

"I'm not hiding anything, Dean. And she does lecture, which I didn't appreciate. She seems to think I hold some sort of grudge against you without even bothering to ask how I feel." He ran fingers through his hair. "I don't..not against you. I still want to kick the old man's ass for how he screwed us over. I'm working on it. I did talk to you about this before and there's no sense beating a dead horse over and over again."

“First off, that’s not like Lisa. What’d you say? How’d you say it, Sam? Second, if you still got issues, than it’s not a beating a dead horse over and over again. It’s alive and kicking, Sam. Not too long ago, you told me that you took it as a compliment when I said you were like Dad, cause you are. It was not a compliment at the time, Sam. We all need to sit down and talk cause that’s not Lis.”

He sighed. "My head is screwed up still where he is concerned, Dean. I thought I was doing ok and then it boils right back up again. I can't get it to stay down."

“All right. Before we leave. Before we do anything, we talk..all of us. Than,when they get here, you start sessions with someone.... Watari or L, your choice. I love you, Sam, but this has got to be taken care of.”

"I'll work with them, Dean, I promise..but not Lisa. I love her and know you love her..but it's not any of her business and she won't stop her prying." His voice was mild, not insulting at all.

Dean pulled himself up, wincing. He limped towards the living room and out the door towards Sam’s house...a determined look on his face. For the life of him, Lisa was not a prying person. He knew that. Something was not right and he was fixing to find out.

Bobby looked up when Dean entered. "Hey Dean, breakfast is almost ready."

Dean walked past everyone and up to the woman he loved. “Lis, what happened with Sam last night? Were you prying? What the hell did he say to start all this?”

Lisa told him the conversation, hands busy with breakfast as she did so.

“Okay. Where’s Sam? I thought he was behind me? Lisa, you don’t know nor can you understand completely what Dad was like. You only know bits and pieces. Never thought Sam cared one way or the other about Dad and me. Hell, I never had Dad, but I did try. Girls, both of you, when it comes to things between Sam and me, let us deal. You stay out of it. Bobby will tell you it’s better that way.”

Dean walked out.

He met Sam on his way to his trailer to find him.

“Sam, I don’t think she meant it to be prying or picking on you. She thought you were upset with me and was trying to make you see I wasn’t doing that. I told both of them, Lisa and Sarah to stay out of the stuff between us. Now, breakfast is almost ready, but we need to talk”

"I know we do, Dean, and I'm not hiding from that. It's just..I have a hard time opening up with others too. I don't know her and it just rubbed me the wrong way. She'll never be able to understand, not really," he said with a sigh, running fingers through his hair.

“You got that way wrong, Sammy. She lives with me. All our life, who was after who to open up and talk?”

"Yeah, Dean, with me because we had no one else and who else was going to understand what we were facing day in and day out?"

“Sam, when it came to personal, no one could get anything out of me. I clammed up. I had good reason to, but I did it to you too. You never once told me you didn’t want me around. You just ran off, Sam. I know part of it was Dad. But if you hadn’t been upset with me, you would’ve told me what you were gonna do instead of leaving me to take the hell from Dad. You never once asked me what he did or said to me when we found you gone. It was my job, Sam. He loved you and I got...er...he loved you. It was my fault.”

Sam snorted. "He didn't love me, Dean, he hated me. I caught him looking at me with so much hatred in his eyes. I said it was you but it wasn't. It was him I wanted away from..that and how he had you jumping at everything simply because he wanted it."

“I was trapped, Sam. You know that. He would’ve told everyone what happened. I would’ve gone with you, Sam. I would’ve... I wasn’t a brother. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry.” Dean turned and headed off behind the trailers.

He grabbed Dean's arm. "I never blamed you, Dean, not once. I said I did back then but it was to hide the problem. If I told you that Dad hated me back then, you'd have told me to shut up and finish eating my spaghetti-ohs."

“Yeah, well....I didn’t think I had anyone, Sam. Okay? I did everything I knew to do to make things okay for you. You don’t know what went between Dad and me. Hell. I should have told L” Dean’s laugh ended on a sob. “Anyway. L knew he was an asshole and life wasn’t easy for me. It wasn’t for you either, Sam and you had no one to go to. I’m sorry.”

"I've got you now, right?"

“Yeah, little brother, you do.” Dean pulled Sam into his arms and held him.

Sam hugged him back, not letting go. "Never ever think it was you. I'm sorry I hid behind angry words back then. I didn't know what else to do at that age. You were my everything growing up."

Dean’s voice inflected a childlike quality when he spoke, “Really?” Sam realized just how hard things had been for his brother also, but he had not truly realized until now that Dean honestly thought everyone wanted him gone.

"Yup, really. Tell you what, after the holidays, we're playing hookie for a few days. I think it's time you and I did something fun..just the two of us."