Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Forty: Sam and Dean Part One

"Let's see what new food Watari wants to me to like today. It's got to be lunchtime. Watari has changed my diet, Sam. The doctors didn't like some tests they ran. Not eating right, so new diet. Some of it I actually like, so don't have a heart attack when you see what I'm eating. It's supposed to be good for me."

Dean laughed and slowly made his way towards the building. "Want to eat in my room? They bring my meals there. If that's fine with you?"

"That's fine with me. You mean, they managed to change your diet?"

"I didn't tell you yet that the queen I had to sleep with to be able to cut off her head? Well, her bodily fluids were highly acidic. That's why the drug that deadened pain and made me very biddable and horny was given to me. I had the whipping from Ruby, and I was badly burned over a large part of my body. Cas was injured during a battle with a large number of demons. When I found out the bodies weren't salted and burned, L sent Matt and Near to do it. Ruby took them, so Cas was forced to heal the injuries, but the drain on my body, well he didn't have the power to do that too. Then the shooting was a bad one. My body wasn't healing fast enough. They ran tests. Diet change."

"I'm glad you changed how you eat, Dean. I want you around a long time, you know."

"Me too. I want us to live long enough to give our great grand kids hell." He waited for his brother to open the door. They took the elevator back to the third floor and went to his room. He saw a servant and asked that Watari know they were in his room and would love lunch when there's time.

There were two trays waiting for them when they entered Dean's room. One had a small cup with the mid-day medication that the injured man would need to take.

Dean asked Sam to explain to him what everything was while he poured the pills into his hand and took the glass of water provided with them.

Sam pulled off a cover on his tray and grinned. "Wow. Looks like spaghetti with a side salad and some sort of pie."

"Dietetic apple, I bet, and it's good. If there's meat in that sauce, it's turkey. I guarantee it. What kind of dressing for the salad?"

"Caesar. Ohh...looks like wheat pasta. This looks delicious."

"Watari remembered that I liked the Caesar. That was nice of him. Is wheat pasta good?"

"Oh yes! It's got a heartier flavor."

"That's good then." Sam noted that Dean was drinking iced tea. No alcohol and he remembered L's words. He wondered if his brother had faced any withdrawals or delirium tremors.

Sam took a bite of his spaghetti and gave a happy sigh. This was good. "How are you handling not having any alcohol around?"

Dean was grateful that someone had cut the spaghetti for him. He took a bite, making 'mmmmmmmmm' noises while he chewed. After swallowing, he looked at his brother. "I know I drank a lot, Sam. It was one of my ways to hide the pain. I am learning to cope with pain so I don't need the hard stuff anymore. I remember telling you many times that I didn't have to have it. I was right. No problems."

"Good. If there are problems, let someone know, OK?"

"Isn't it usually during the first few days with no alcohol? I'd have felt something by now. I've had none since our first day in Texas. I've lost track of time because of the hospital stay. Of course, there's been the pain medication in the hospital, and whatever Watari is giving me. That wouldn't affect it, would it?"

"I'm not sure but we can ask. Better to ask to be on the safe side." He took a bite of the salad.

He looked and watched his brother eating a large bite of the salad, licking his lips to get the dressing he missed. Sam's eyebrows raised at the sight of Dean enjoying salad.