Supernatural Death Note

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen: Heading Home

Dean came back into the suite and entered the bedroom to pack his things. He could hear Lisa in Ben's room. It didn't take him long. He pulled his backpack out from under the bed. It had the emerald set, Lisa's cleaned sapphire ring and the two pieces of jewelry for Bobby and had slipped Sam his jewelry the night before. Dean took the velvet box with the sapphire ring in it and went looking for Lisa. He couldn't find her.

Lisa had finished packing and was loading Bobby's truck with the rest of them.

Dean realized that Lisa had packed everything else but his things and was no longer in the suite. He pulled out his cell and called to see if everyone was down at the vehicles. If so, he would bring his stuff and pay the bill on his way out.

Lis answered her phone. "Yup, we're all down here. I got most of your stuff packed up but wasn't sure if you needed what was left out or not."

"No, I didn't and I packed it. Where's their key cards? I'm going to go and pay. Gotta add today to it because we were supposed to be out by one and we weren't"

"By the bed, I got Bobby's and Sam's before I went to load the car."

"I'll be down in a few minutes, then. I have something of yours. I'll take the key cards and pay the bill. Love you." He shut the phone

Dean sighed, grabbed his things, slipped the ring case into a pocket, and grabbed all the key cards. He headed to the lobby and to the front desk.

She shut the phone and finished loading the vehicles with their help, smiling as Ben chose to ride with Bobby this trip.

Dean set everything but his backpack on the floor and laid the key cards on the front desk, "Checking out." He set a credit card next to the key cards.

The young woman smiled, "Everything all right with your stay, Sir?"

Dean returned the smile, "It was perfect, thank you." He reached for the bill and slid the card towards the young woman..

She rang him up, handing him the receipt. "I'm glad. Hope you and your family stay with us again."

"Yeah, do you have a four bedroom suite for next Friday night? We have a tuxedo fitting the next morning."

The young lady looked at her computer and grinned. "You're in luck, Sir, I happen to have one ready for that weekend."

"I don't know if I need it the whole weekend, but just in case, set me down for Friday and Saturday nights."

She typed in the information, then handed him the confirmation. "Here you go, Sir."

Dean pocketed it with the receipt and told her thank you. He walked to the parking garage, looking for his car. When he'd done three floors, he got out the cell and called Lisa,

"Where's my car?"

"We're on the fifth floor," she answered.

Dean took the stairs, blowing off steam, finally reaching the fifth floor. He walked out on the roof of the parking garage and spotted Bobby's truck, wondering how it had gotten up there. They had parked it on the third level, which was why he had taken elevator to the third.

Sarah smiled, waving at him as she leaned against the truck. While she and Lisa had been out, they had taken the classic car to a special cleaning place, having the car detailed inside and out. It sparkled in the sunlight.

Dean walked to his car and stopped. His luggage hit the ground and he started to slowly walk around the car, looking at the tires, the shine of the polish, and how the windshield gleamed in the sunlight since they were on the roof. He opened the car and looked inside and sniffed. It smelled clean. The anger over the use of the car without asking was gone. He stood up, smiled at both women and mouthed thank you to them.

Both of them gave him a hug. "We borrowed her to help spiff her up as a thank you for everything," Lisa said. "How's she look?"

Dean's voice was very soft as he replied, "She's beautiful. Thank you. What are you thanking me for?"

"Just cause," Sarah said with a grin

Dean's face showed confusion, but he smiled, shaking his head. "Ya'll ready?"

Everyone agreed, smiling.

Dean looked at his brother. Sam had heard about everything that had happened. He knew Dean and what would be going through his brother's head and refused to get involved. He, alone, understood where Dean was at, but he loved Sarah. It was better for all concerned that he remain neutral. Dean would understand this. Sam looked at his brother and smiled softly, "You up to driving, Dean? You've been so tired lately. No one would blame you if you just wanted to ride."

Dean smiled acknowledging what Sam did not say. "I'm fine." Dean reached for the keys. "Shot gun?"

"You know it," He said, slipping into the seat.

Dean looked at the two women, "Sorry, long legs before beauty. Oh, Lis. I had to borrow something of yours to size your rings. They cleaned this while I got it sized." He handed her the sapphire ring in its case.