Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Ninety-Two: (Title too Long for Wattpadd)

The Mixed-Up Adventures of Dean Winchester, or How to Keep One Injured Hunter Corralled.

As it happened, no one's plans concerning Dean went as they thought they would. If any of them had thought about it, they'd have realized that it was typical of Dean. Lisa had gone to discuss with Watari and Sarah if they were planning on group meals, or could they cook for themselves. Dean was still sound asleep and should be for a while. Sam was playing ball with Ben.

Dean was roused by the sounds from the cabin, and it didn't sound right to him. He got up out of bed slowly, realizing he was in a hospital gown. Finding his duffle, he grabbed boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. Not finding his shoes or boots, he located the slippers he'd worn at L's. Moving slowly, he managed to get out of the trailer. He looked around, confused, not knowing where he was or why.

The sound drew him on. The hunter moved carefully, feeling exhaustion worse then he'd ever felt. He saw the cabin and the wings coming off of it. His eyes opened big and he forced himself to move at a faster pace, going straight towards his future home. He saw the plans and he and Sam had drawn coming off the cabin: the extension to the one wing, another wing, and the one in the back for L's group. He climbed through, avoiding men who were working. The greenhouses were in the back and towards the side. The building for the indoor garden was there. He saw that the huge storage unit was attached. There were four freezers and shelves everywhere. He kept thinking who?

Watari spotted him. "Young man, what do you think you're doing?"

Dean had not heard him over the construction noise and jumped in surprise, almost falling.

"Watari! You scared me! " He turned back to look at the out buildings and the additions being added to the one wing and the additional wings. He loved the fact that rock from the mountain had been used to do the outer walls to match the main cabin. Where they'd found slate for the roof, he didn't know, but he liked it. He headed towards the wing addition that would be his and Lisa's. It was now two floors. He grinned and headed into the wing.

"Is this acceptable so far?"

"It's incredible! But...how?"

"L got hold of the plans," he said. "Now you have to get back to bed."

"Watari, this is beautiful, but I'll never be able to afford this now. I'd hoped to add on a little at a time, but this...this is beyond my wildest dreams for a home. I can't afford it...not even with Sam and Bobby's help. I've never been rich. I probably never will be."

He answered him as he guided the young man back to his trailer. "L already has a plan in place for that."

"Shouldn't he have talked to me about this plan? Damn it, Watari! This should have involved me in some way. I'm not mad. I want you to understand that. But, I don't want charity." Watari could see that the young man was seriously upset over how he would handle this.

"First of all, this isn't charity. Second, he only began on what you drew up. The interior of the wings will be designed by the owner of each wing." His voice was firm, "Stop being stubborn."

"I can't pay for this, so it is charity. I'm not upset about what he's done. The not talking to me about it was about discussing financing. That's all. I love what he's done. I do. I just don't know how the hell I'm gonna pay for it. There's nothing I've done for him that begins to earn what this cost."

They had reached Dean's trailer and gone inside to the master bedroom.

The old man pointed at the bed. "Sit," he said in a stern grandfatherly voice. "Now shake off that stubbornness and listen to me."