Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Five: Respect and Breakfast

Dean leaned down to search his duffel and noticed things had been moved in it. Frowning, he carefully moved clothes, bullets, and a couple of old books he'd liked, looking for his whiskey bottle. The one in the car was empty, and he knew he needed to sleep. He couldn't find it and began to curse under his breath. He couldn't afford good whiskey, and really needed it. He really had little left to spend on things like alcohol. The only ones who had been alone with it were the boys and Watari, and the boys didn't seem the type. Had Watari seen it when looking for things he'd asked for? If so, why take it? Dean looked up and his eyes met Watari's across the room, a brow went up. He so wanted to ask the man. How the hell was he to sleep now? He didn't want to deal with nightmares again...he couldn't.

The older man tilted his head questioningly.

Dean looked down at his duffel and back at the man, eyeing him questioningly and nodded towards his duffel and gazed intensely, the green eyes demanding an answer.

Watari was unsure as to what the man wanted so pointed at a bedroom and headed there.

Dean slowly got up and followed the older man into the bedroom. The younger man stared at the man. "Look, someone has taken something I need out of my duffel, so how do I go about getting it back?"

"No one has messed with your bag, Mr. Winchester. What is missing? I can get you a replacement."

"I keep an extra bottle of whiskey wrapped in some of my clothes so it doesn't get broken, and it's not there. The one in the Impala is empty. It's not good stuff, cause I can't afford the good stuff, but a kid could get real sick on it. I don't think they had time to drink any of it. Will you find out who has it?"

"The boys haven't been near it, but I will check. I didn't think you would need it, sir."

"What do you mean, 'you didn't think I would need it?' Do you know where it is?"

"No sir, I had no idea you had alcohol. I said that because you inquired after it and you do not seem the type for hard liquor."

A pained glance was in the green eyes but never made it to the face, and it was a swift look. "Thank you for that. I wish it were true, I really do. My life didn't work out that way, and sometimes you need to forget. Okay? That's more information than I ever give."

His voice was soft. "I have sleeping medications that do not leave hangovers, are non-addictive, and will be better for your liver. It will work for tonight, at least, as the bar in the hotel is closed."

"Sammy will tell you that I can go to sleep in seconds and sleep the entire night, but I've been having some very bad nightmares, and they wake me up. The whiskey deadens them, and I can sleep through anything when I drink it. Can your medications do that?"

"Actually, yes. My boys may seem very calm but nightmares can be a troubling thing if and when they do sleep." Watari went to a lock box, opening it and fishing out two pills. "You may sleep in here tonight, sir. Take these and immediately get into bed. They kick in quickly."

For a second, there was a hopeful look on the young man's face, and Watari caught a glimpse of what he must look like when he didn't try to carry the world on his shoulders. He realized that the man was younger then he appeared. Dean reached over and took the pills from his hand. He looked up and the green eyes met his gaze for a second. As if afraid that too much might be read in his eyes, the older Winchester gazed over the man's shoulder, saw a door slightly ajar, and assumed it was the bathroom. He needed some water to take the pills. When he returned, Watari was gone. He took off his jacket, buttoned down shirt, boots, socks and jeans, and crawled into bed in his t-shirt and boxers It only took a few minutes for the pills to kick in and the hunter slept well for the first time in months.