Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Sixty: Word Play

Notes:  Laran had her computer set up in a room at the other side of our house as we were writing this story. I wrote Dean in this chapter and she wrote Sam. I swear I could hear her laughing as if she was in the room with me.

Dean enjoyed the meal and talking about some of the classes Sam had taken at Stanford, and books he had read. Dean had been finding time to read Doyle in the midst of dealing, teaching, and healing. He knew that he and Sam still had some things to face together. He was pretty sure they'd be violent because some of them had led to where they were. He thought that L and Watari were holding off on Sam's death, his deal, his nonchalant attitude which had antagonized Sam so much, his death, which led to Ruby's control. He dreaded it, and wanted to stay where they were right now. This was what he longed for but could not have totally until they dealt completely. Sam still had the powers. Dean had come to fear them after that night. Sam had honestly been healing more in that he now forgave himself completely, and Dean was still struggling in places, but getting there. He smiled at his brother, listening to his story about a professor who forced them to read Moby Dick. Dean stared at him for a moment. Never having seen the movie or read the book, odd pictures were going through his mind.

Sam quietly explained the book and why it had been so hated by the class. He noticed that really stupid, dumb look Dean could get when he'd found out he'd thought something stupid cross his brother's face, as the hunter quickly picked up a piece of sandwich and started chewing, even slower than usual. He started trying to imagine what in the world Dean had been thinking when he'd mentioned the great white whale.

"Ok, so what were you thinking?"

Dean got that innocent, 'Oh God, I've been caught' look.

"Well?"

"Aw, man!" Dean closed his eyes for a minute. "Look, Sam, you just got through saying how smart you thought I was. Let's forget this and let you still think I am, instead of me proving I'm not"

"Hey, I'm just curious."

"Okay. How well do you know me, Sam? I've never heard of the book. I sure as hell didn't know there was more than one movie made of it. Think of the damned title. Okay? How stupid can one man be?"

Sam grinned. "First time I heard the title, I thought it was porn."

Dean stared, "You're not just saying that to make feel better?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Damn, Sammy, I'm relieved."

He chuckled at that.

"I seriously had this really strange image in my mind and it's not one I want to remember."

The chuckles turned into deep laughter.

Dean thought about it and started to laugh with Sam. It was funny now he knew he wasn't the only one with strange ideas over the title.

Sam refreshed their drinks from the pitcher, still laughing. Dean reached for his glass, after he picked up a piece of sliced papaya. Really laughing with his brother was special. It had been so long.

The younger brother was enjoying it as well, grinning at the occasional snicker and began sharing titles of books that could very well double as porn titles.

Dean had been laughing hard at the titles Sam was coming up with. Sam took a drink. When Dean told him that he always thought "Puss n' Boots' was one, the lemonade sprayed across table.

Definitely a mess to clean up but that was a funny title. Sam snickered as he mopped up the mess. "Damn, I won't be able to look at that cat from Shrek the same way." His brother started laughing so hard tears were flowing.