Supernatural Death Note

Chapter One Hundred and Seven: Dean's Problems

The meal passed as it usually did, lively and full of chatter as they shared the food and anticipation of the trip they were about to go on.

Dean rose from the table, not having eaten much. He leaned over and kissed Lisa and ruffled Ben's hair. Picking up his dishes, he scraped off what he didn't eat, rinsed them, and placed them in the dishwasher.

"I'm heading over to pack my stuff. What all do you want packed for Ben, Lis? I'll leave yours for you. I'm not getting yelled at for forgetting something."

Sam knew his were packed. He thought about Dean's mess up about the reservations for a restaurant, remembering everything his brother had been trying to do on too little sleep. Grinning, he said, "Mind if I join you, Dean." Bobby winked at his younger son, nodding approval.

Dean stopped for a second and stared at both men. Sudden comprehension showed in the green eyes, his lips pursed for just a second before he nodded yes.

Sam put something together and then headed out of the trailer with Dean, handing him a healthy sandwich. "Eat that, ok? We'll get things taken care of."

Dean looked at the sandwich and sighed. "Are you telling me I didn't eat enough, Sam? I know how to pack." He stopped and stared at his tall brother, who had a habit of appearing a lot bigger than usual of late. "Because I messed up the dinner and stuff?"

"Dean, you barely ate three bites before getting up. And no, it isn't because you almost messed things up. You didn't sleep much last night and working hard beforehand. I just want to help to make sure everything goes all right," he pointed out.

"Yeah, you're right, Sam. I need to go through Lis' jewelry. I haven't been able to find a sneaky way to get a ring size. I'm buying one today."

"Check that while I get your stuff together first before Ben's, ok? And eat first!" He poked him playfully.

Dean sat on the porch steps and ate his sandwich, knowing his brother watched to make sure he didn't wolf it down. Lisa had been adamant about that. After the last bite, he stood up and headed into the house. He went through the chest of drawers until he found her jewelry case. Lisa didn't have many pieces of jewelry. What she did have, her parents had bought her. He wanted her to have something she deserved to have and it had to come from him. He planned to buy her ring, and then something really nice for Christmas. His wife should have nice things and they should not have come from her parents.

Sam went through his brother's belongings, packing nice clothes to shop in as well as for the restaurant. Everything the man would need for this venture.

Dean headed to his son's room and put together what the boy would need for the next few days. He met his brother in the living room. Sam had a suitcase and a suit bag in his hands. Dean's eyes widened. "We got suitcases? When the hell did we get those, and where have they been hiding?

"You can thank Lisa for that," he laughed. "I found them on a shelf in your closet actually. You're not gonna be able to shop at the store you want to in jeans, so I packed something nicer to wear so the sales people will take you seriously."

"Really? Aw, damn it, Sam. I'm gonna have to deal with snobs? I hate that. I hope they'll take me seriously. I'm not...what's the word? Couth? Hell I don't know. I'm just me. Will they even let me look at one?"

"Go in there without looking nervous, be confident and polite, and they'll have no problems with you. Did you want me to go with you?"

"You know I'll end up acting like I did with Sarah's dad. Cocky, that's what Sarah told me a while back when she mentioned it. Cocky? If they don't look down their noses, Sam, I can do what you said, but hell...Would you mind?"