Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Thirty-Two: Matt and the 'Journal'

Dean found the elevator and was soon in the room where the others had been working. He found Matt, alone in the room. Walking over slowly, he sat down, finding the seat to be comfortable. He sighed softly, then looked to see what the redhead was doing.

"Hey, Matt. Where is everyone? It has to be past lunchtime because I woke late."

"Near went to take a nap, Watari insisted. Mello is checking on something for Watari. I take it you're ready for your surprise?"

Dean smiled. "Sure. L said it was in my room?"

"Yep, come on." He rose, stretching and heading for the door.

The older man got up slower than earlier, sighing softly again. 'How long am I gonna feel like this?', he thought to himself. He made it a point to keep up with the teen. He was starting to hurt, but it could wait.

"If I'm going too fast, tell me." He had seen the flash of pain on Dean's face. "None of us are going to think less of you."

He laughed softly. "The only people who've seen me weak before this trip, have been Bobby, Dad, and Sam...mainly, Sam. I don't count Cas cause I'm not sure if he's human or not."

"I didn't think these angel things were supposed to be. And besides, you got hurt saving Near. That counts for something." He pushed the elevator call button.

"I didn't believe either, but I have hand prints on my shoulders that aren't gonna go away, but every other scar, broken bone...everything was gone. It was like I'd been reborn. As for Near, well, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." He followed the teen into the elevator.

The elevator went down a few floors and the pair headed towards Dean's room.

On entering the room, Dean stood by the table, waiting to see what Matt was going to do.

A few moments later, a dark gray laptop was set on the table, cords running to the wall to keep it from running on battery power. A nice leather carrying case was laid there as well.

Dean's mouth opened and his eyes were incredibly wide. "Wh...wha...what is this? L shouldn't have done this. I can't repay it. I thought he meant a notebook and a pen, or at most, a recorder. This is too much, Matt. I've done nothing to deserve this."

"You are a part of the group now, one of his agents. You'll need a reliable means of communication with him. I'll set up the security for it now and an email account. You need to think of passwords that your brother would not think of. There's a biometric level of security as well."

Dean's legs wouldn't hold him any longer. The shock of the computer had taken a great deal out of him. "Passwords?" He'd thought it wrong at first, but remembered Sam's cell phone. "I have no idea what he won't know." Suddenly, Dean chuckled. "There's one he won't know." Dean looked at the teen and suddenly turned red.

Matt looked at him. "The biometric security is to ensure that you and only you can access this laptop. It's a failsafe that if it isn't applied at the right time, the laptop will shut down and not boot until I restore it."

"What is it?"

The red head showed him the secret area where Dean would apply his thumb to for a scan. This laptop was custom built, designed by L and him.

"I guess you'll have to use the left one." Dean was curious about this. He watched everything Matt did.

Matt taught him when he'd have to apply the thumbprint, emphasizing to keep that area hidden from view so Sam or anyone couldn't access it. The email program was brought online, complete with a special address book containing Watari's, L's, Near's, Mello's, and Matt's email addresses. "I'll program my cell into your phone. If, for any reason, you're locked out or there's an issue, call me. I can remote link to this computer and fix it. If it's hardware, we'll set up something for repairs."