Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Sam and Dean Part II

Both brothers felt true peace of mind and spirit for the first time in their lives. Neither realized what it was yet, but time would make it clear. Both took comfort in the other. It was an hour or so later that Watari, looking for them to suggest lunch in one of the gardens, found them on the floor in the library. Dean leaned against a library chair, and Sam was half across his lap, his head against Dean's shoulder, Dean's arms around him, holding him close. Both were asleep. Watari recognized what was probably the first real rest either had ever experienced. They had healed as far as the two of them were concerned. They'd faced the rest, and with this occurrence, would be able to help each other heal from the rest.

The older man smiled at the realization and was pleased, knowing L would be as well. The two were really making strides in regards to their recovery for their mental health and well-being.

Watari stood there trying to decide whether to wake the brothers, when Dean felt his presence in his sleep and the green eyes slowly opened. He blinked, felt the weight of his brother still in his arms, and a tender smile crossed his lips. He looked up at other man.

"Hi,Watari," he whispered.

He smiled, eyes lighting up a bit. "Hello Dean," he answered back quietly.

"Looks like we fell asleep. Been doing a lot of that lately. He needs it right now. Is L needing us?" Watari found it slightly endearing that Dean was not even realizing that he needed the sleep as bad as his brother, and that the hunter's attitude was not parental.

"It's close to lunch, so I was coming to see if you two were ready for that but it seems that Sam needs his rest as well."

Dean sighed softly, "He needs to eat more, but this kind of sleep doesn't happen to us, Watari. Come to think of it, not since I was four, have I slept like this. Sam, I'm not sure."

"I'll keep the meal warm for you both. Come find me when he wakes," he said with a gentle smile.

"Thanks, Watari. I will."

The older man left the two young hunters, and when out of Dean's viewing range, turned to watch. He found a vantage point, where standing, he could keep an eye on the two boys.

Dean gazed down at his brother and smiled, slowly pushing the hair away from his eyes. He leaned down and barely moved his lips onto the spot where the hair had been. He carefully arranged Sam so they both would be comfortable. Leaning back against the library chair, he was soon asleep again.

Under Watari's watchful gaze, the duo would sleep for another hour before Sam stirred, rubbing his grainy feeling eyes.

Sam noticed that they were still on the floor and that he was being held in the arms of a sleeping Dean. He looked at his watch and realized they'd been asleep for over three hours. He looked up at his brother's face and watched in awe for a moment. He couldn't recall a time when the older man had looked this peaceful. It made him look much younger then he normally looked.

He gave a soft smile, grateful for his big brother. Dean had comforted him without trying to be a parent, giving him what he'd needed at the time, and Sam knew he was lucky to have Dean as his brother.

The loss of the weight in his arms caused the hunter to stir. The green eyes opened and he saw his little brother sitting there in front of him, staring at him.

Dean sighed, smiled a soft smile, and his eyes had a sleepy look to them. "Hi, Sammy. Sleep well?"

"I did, thank you," he murmured quietly.

Dean sat up slowly, stretching and wincing as the shoulder responded to the stretching. He had muscles that hadn't been used in a while and they didn't like the stretch. He looked up at Sam, squinting into the light on the ceiling behind his brother. "You okay?"