Supernatural Death Note

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Joke on Dean

The truck pulled into the big truck stop, followed by the Impala, driven by Lisa. The three grape fighters were gone for about an hour. Bobby and the girls had coffee in the restaurant and waited for them.

After the time elapsed, the boys came out, showered, clean, and neatly dressed. Ben hugged his mom, who ruffled his hair and offered him a hot chocolate.

Sam sat next to Sarah in the round booth while Dean climbed over the back of the seat and squeezed in between Bobby and Lisa.

Hot beverages were served along with some dessert, giving the group time to relax before the next leg of their trip.

"Barring any more incidents, it's not much further to town," Dean commented. Dean did something that Sarah had not noticed him do before. He had picked up the coffee, closed his eyes, and his tongue softly touched the cup before he ever put his mouth to it to take a drink. She saw that Lisa was staring intently, her face red.

Dean sighed, "Good coffee."

Sarah started giggling, then whispered in her friend's ear before the other woman saw this, frowned, and said, "What?"

Lisa picked up a spoonful of ice cream and began to take a bite, knowing she wasn't being watched by anyone but Dean. It was a slow, sensual bite.. almost as if she was making love to the spoon.

Dean's eyes were riveted to the spoon and her mouth. He ran his tongue over his lips several times as he watched. Bobby heard a low groan escape the man next to him.

The older man bit back a laugh. Seems Dean had tried to start something and Lisa had decided to show him that she could play that game as well. He'd found himself a damned good woman.

Dean was trying to figure out what had just happened. He had no idea why Lisa was playing this game with him when there was nowhere to get release. Other than the touching and pleasing one another, there had been no sex in their relationship. Lisa wanted to wait. He honored that, but right now, he wanted to haul her into the back of the Impala and take her. What they hell was going on?

Bobby, grinning, said, "We need to get going guys."

Dean's eyes widened. He had a panicky look on his face. What the hell was he gonna do?

She leaned forward, kissing him. "That's what you get for being sensual with your coffee," she told him, then giggled as she headed out towards the vehicles.

Sam heard a squeaky, "What?" come from his brother, who made no attempt to looked at Dean, hoping the other was all right. "You ok?"

"Damn it, Sammy. What the hell got into her?"

"What do you mean?"

"She had friggin' sex with her damn ice cream and spoon."

It took a moment before Sam started cracking up. "Let me guess, did you do the coffee thing?"

"Coffee thing? What coffee thing? What the hell are you talking about, Sam? What coffee thing?"

He was quick to fill him in on Dean's habit of licking his drinks before taking a sip.

"WHAT!" People turned to stare at this point.

Sam was laughing now and nodding. "It's true, Dean."

"NO! That'd be having..." Dean noticed a family with young children sitting at the table behind Sam. He turned blood red, took his jacket off and walked out carrying the jacket in front of him.

Sam walked out behind his brother, trying hard not to fall into hysterical laughter. Dean's reaction to the news about his habit was absolutely hilarious.

Dean walked around the front of the car and slid into the driver's seat. Sam was still laughing, but knew his brother still had not slept much. He really did not know what to do at this point. The older Winchester did not realize he had the habit. Lisa and Sarah thought he was doing it intentionally. Come to think of it, so did Bobby. His brother was frustrated, in more than one way, and majorly confused. Sam wasn't sure if Dean, who'd only had a couple of hours sleep, if that much, should be driving. He hoped he did not have to force the issue. Dean at this point could be volatile.

He tapped his brother's shoulder. "Shove over and let me drive. I'll let you choose the music this time so you can't complain about brainwashing cartoon music."

Dean looked up at his brother's tall height, sighed, and moved over. He felt tired and old for some reason. His voice was a whisper, as the women climbed into the back seat. "I'd never do that to someone, Sam, unless they were playing some game first. Hell, I might play it with Lis, but not in front of Ben, for god's sake."

He poked him gently. "Then pick something or I'm gonna do 'kill da wabbit' for the rest of the trip."

Dean picked "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica. He laid his head back, biting his bottom lip. The Dean Sam was used to would have chased after Lisa and kept the game going. He realized that it was the kids at the other table that had forced Dean out of the restaurant. Maybe having a family had changed his brother. Maybe for the better.

Ben drove Sam from his deep thoughts by an off pitched voice singing along with the lyrics. He bit back a groan, not wanting to discourage the boy though it was obvious he couldn't sing a lick.

He heard a snort and turned to see his brother's shoulders shaking. Dean was laughing.

Sam lightly nudged him, flashing a grin to tell him he found it funny too.

Dean had relaxed and was grinning back.

The two vehicles made it to the city without further mishaps.