Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Thirty: Session 1 Part 1

Summary:  Dean gets permission to go to the outside gardens where he meets L.

"They're lucky then. Is it okay to go for a walk outside, if I stay in the fenced in area?"

"Stay in the fenced area. Cameras are always on so you'll be all right."

"Oh, damn, I didn't ask earlier, and I should have. Did L do protection for the building? Sigils, and stuff?"

"Bobby taught us all and we worked together as a team to do it while you and Near were in the hospital."

A look of relief crossed Dean's face. "Okay, great. I'm gonna go for a walk."

He nodded. "The cameras are active. I'll be near them, just in case." Not that anything would happen but Dean was still healing. "Just don't overdo."

"Okay. Thanks."

Watari escorted him to the backdoor so Dean could enjoy the sunshine.

The hunter slowly walked the grounds, enjoying a nice breeze and the smell of flowers in the air. The sun was bright, but it wasn't too hot. There were paved paths throughout the grounds, and all of the paths were shaded. He wondered where he was...city?...state?..., and panic...country?

He found a place near a small pond with a fountain spraying out of the middle. Birds were singing in the distance. The young man found a bench to sit down on , and leaned his head back against a tree, eyes closed, taking in the scents and sounds.

The gardens were pretty much designed with the concept of Zen in mind, arranged to help refresh the mind and spirit.

Dean slowly fell asleep, resting peacefully.

A short time later, a cool hand on the man's uninjured shoulder applied enough careful pressure to stir him back into wakefulness.

Dean's eyes slowly opened and yawning, he stared up to see who had awakened him.

L's dark eyes met his. "I came to check on you."

Dean nodded and said "I'm fine, thank you, L" He regretted being woke up. It had been a long time since he'd had a dreamless sleep. It had felt good. He started to stretch, grabbed his right side, hissing. "I must remember not to do that. You want to join me? There's plenty of room on the bench."

He crouched on the bench, looking idly at the gardens. "How are you doing really? Not physically."

"Still dealing. Who am I kidding. It's hell, okay. I go somewhere or intentionally go to that room and face something, more and more comes out that I'd intentionally buried and forgotten, or blocked and never really knew. There was a lot that came back last night. Hell, it's worse then just drinking to forget."

"Less damage to your liver actually and it is healthier emotionally for you in the long run," came the flat response. L could not claim to be a people person but he was trying to help.

"Tell me how knowing more hell then I knew before and not knowing why is going to help me in the long run, cause, I'm so damn confused. I'm remembering stuff I never knew existed. I blocked it out. Now I got more questions. Still no answers. I just want to be normal. I don't want angels and demons after my ass. I'll hunt the bad guys but I don't want to be a hero in some cosmic plan. Just let me hunt and leave me alone."

"Dean, life never has all the answers. I have been looking for that for a long time. I am not the best at living life as you have. I work in the shadows, avoid contact. However, I do know that suppressing memories and emotions is like dealing with a bomb. It will go off. If you learn to handle them and talk to someone, then it is easier."