Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Fifty-Six: Pranks

"You know, we could start training them to be ready to back you up."

Dean's interest was caught by his brother's suggestion. "I like that idea a lot. You'll have to do a lot of the physical stuff, Sam. They all know some form of martial art. Still, they need to know what will work and what won't with demons."

Sam blinked at that. "Wait...all of them? " Even slouchy L and Near, who didn't seem to move much?

Dean gazed at his brother and asked, "All of them what? Taking martial arts? Training all of them?"

"Martial arts. I mean.. L doesn't exactly inspire much with his posture and Near rarely moves."

"I wouldn't want to mess with them. I would try if I had to, but I'd get my ass kicked more than likely."

"Damn. "

"They can also shoot. What they don't know is how to kill, stop, or trap demons, much less any other supernatural creature."

He grinned. "I think it's time for class to start then."

Dean's brows went up and down as he smiled, "Demon 101?"

"Yup, we should talk to L about it and see who is going where."

"Yeah, last time, L and Mello came with me, and Near and Matt monitored us."

He nodded. "Makes sense. Let's go find him."

Dean grinned, "Watch out for water. No idea if Watari has got the upstairs, elevator and the hallway outside dried up. Back to where we were."

Sam snickered. "That was hilarious."

"That's one way to cool ardor, as if I had any in that."

He chuckled. "You realize, I think you met your match in that one. He's just as stubborn as you are," he teased.

"Was I that hard ass when I was a young teen, Sam? I seem to remember trying to hide how I felt about things. Damn, I hope I wasn't that bad."

"You two are remarkably similar...not in a bad way though."

"Looking at it now, at my age, that's terrifying."

"Well, he's got a few to keep him in check. It's just funny watching the two of you together."

"He's a cocky little bastard."

"Yup, that he is."

"You aren't saying, I am too?"

Sam grinned. "You already know you can be," he teased, then ducked.

"You'd better be grateful I can't kick your ass right now."

He started laughing, eyes gleaming.

"Okay, big boy, what's so funny? You think cause I have to look at up that I can't take you?"

The laughter kept coming. "Sorry...just...so damned funny."

Dean stood there in pajama bottoms, slippers, and a bathrobe, hair going every which way, and his arm in the sling. He stared up at his brother. "What is so damned funny, Sammy?"

"If you could see yourself," he laughed. "Sorry.. just so cute and funny."

"Cute? Damn it, Sammy, that's the same thing you and Bobby said after I got ghost fever."

He snickered, grabbing his cell and snapping a picture of Dean.

Dean tried to grab the cell from him, jumping up in the air one arm raised. That picture was not going out to known friends.