Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Sixty-Five: Aftermath of the Session

Bobby told Sam, "All right. It's lunch time. He needs something special today. Take him back outside to that garden. Take it easy for a while. Watari mentioned the class tomorrow. I've got this one. I know what those kids are. L's not much different. I heard there were papers that were to be written. I can take care of the class. You two need a couple of days. Just the two of you."

"Thanks, Bobby. And watch those four.. they drain you fast. It's like they can't absorb the information fast enough."

"Then I had better be ready to do an overload. Now, get your brother outta here."

Sam nodded, looking at his brother. "Let's head to the garden, Dean. Be nice to have lunch out there again, hmm?"

Dean murmured, "K, Sammy."

Bobby leaned down putting his arms around Dean's waist. "Come on, Son. Sam can't get up with you half on him."

Between the two of them, they got Dean to his feet and heading towards the garden.

"I forgot Near, Sam. Don't think I can do puzzles right now. Damn it, Sam. I let him down."

"You also told him that you might be too drained to join him," Sam reminded him.

Bobby touched his shoulder, "I'll let him know, Dean."

The younger one smiled. "It'll be OK. Let's see what Watari fixed for us for lunch. Wonder what new thing it'll be?"

Dean stopped and stared at him, almost confused. Sam watched his mind working through his eyes. Finally, comprehension dawned, and he halfway smiled. "Yeah. Might be something new at that."

That partial smile helped and he grinned back, helping his brother to the gardens. Watari was waiting on them, a gentle look on his face.

Dean quietly said hello, but the old exuberance had not returned yet.

Watari pulled a chair out for the young man. "Enjoy your lunch. I need to check and make sure the boys haven't caused chaos upstairs."

"Thank you, Watari."

He smiled and headed back in. Sam opened the trays and laughed. "Oh, Dean, I think you'll like this lunch." On the trays were big juicy cheeseburgers complete with what looked like homemade French fries.

Dean's eyes actually lit up a little. A real smile appeared. "I never thought I'd see one again"

"Oh yeah. They look delicious, don't they?"

"They cut them like the beef sandwich yesterday. I won't need help eating it. I hope it's real beef."

It was, just a healthier cut of beef that didn't have as much fat in it. The burgers were seasoned to perfection.

Sam watched his brother eating the smaller cut portions, slowly. Enjoying each bite. He'd close his eyes and chewing slowly, a soft smile on his face.

It was good to see that smile, even if it was over something as simple as a burger.

Dean looked across at his brother. "This is nice."

"I think so too."

Several weeks had passed, and Dean seemed to be getting better physically. He was gaining back the weight he'd lost. The doctor suggested that in another week his bandages to protect his shoulder could be removed.

The trio and Sam were highly frustrated. They were the ones who spent the most time with the hunter. Emotionally, he was the same. He wasn't fighting. Sam was beginning to wonder if he'd been right talking to L about forcing the issue with his brother. Bobby told him to give Dean time, but it had been three weeks and nothing was changing. His brother remained quiet, responding softly. There were no practical jokes, no insane ideas, and none of the crazy responses Sam was used to. Dean was going over every word in his mind before speaking.