Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Forty-Two: Interlude

Dean felt exhausted, almost listless. He knew he ought to try to get up, but there was no energy, no strength left in him at this moment to do anything except what he was doing. He had his head on top of Sam's, and he closed his eyes.

A soft tap on the door broke the silence.

"They heard and saw everything, Sam. Come in."

Watari came in. "I thought you two could use a snack. I'm breaking the diet a bit in light of the fact you need energy."

"Thank you, Watari,"Dean spoke softly from the floor in front of Sam's chair. "What did you bring us?"

Banana splits were revealed, doused in all the rich gooey extras. Sodas were waiting as well.

Dean's eyes lit up a bit. "Are you sure?"

He smiled, gesturing for the two to come and enjoy.

Dean groaned, "Sammy, my legs are numb. I've been on them since I got down here. I can't feel a damn thing right now."

He rose, helping his brother to his feet. "Better?"

Dean took step and his legs went out from under him, he threw his left arm out to catch himself and forced himself to roll away from his right side. Sam heard the thud and an "hmph" sound. Watari's eyes grew large in surprise.

"Damn, Dean, I'm sorry, I thought you had it." He and Watari helped him sit up.

A rather loud stream of profanity could be heard.

"It's all right. Let's get you to the table. The blood should resume flowing properly by then."

"Thanks."

The two men lifted him up and helped him walk towards the table.

"I sure as hell hope it has a ton of hot fudge on it," Dean muttered.

Watari looked at Sam and they both started laughing. There was. Watari had not skimped on it. Dean thanked the older man profusely. This would make anyone feel better, and he needed it right now. 

"You're welcome, Dean. Don't expect it too often though," he teased.

Dean looked up at him. "Well, if it takes what happened tonight to get one, you're right, I won't."

Watari's smile was gentle. "You two made considerable progress. We're pleased."

"That's good," Dean said quietly. "I don't think I can do much of this in one day again, please."

"You won't be expected to. As long as progress continues. You two surprised us a bit with how willing you were to confront things and not argue over it."

Dean seemed surprised. "That wasn't arguing?"

Sam swallowed a bit of his soda. "I think they were expecting drag out fights."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Watari, my fighting was all spent this morning on that wall a few hallways down. I just didn't have any left."

"Either way, it still worked out well for both of you."

"That's good to know. How did it work out well for us? Ummm, besides the treat?"

"You confronted issues that were bothering you, gave yourselves goals to work on, and established a base idea on how to work on it."

"Yeah, I guess we did, didn't we?" Dean still sounded exhausted and listless. His eyes kept drooping. He was enjoying the treat though. He smiled softy at things that were said, but made very little contribution to the conversation.