Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Twenty: Tracking

Summary:  Two teams go out to hunt Ruby.

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

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

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

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

"The cartridges Dean gave me."

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

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

"We going around back up that mountain?"

L gave him the directions, climbing into the vehicle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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