Disclaimer: I own nothing relating Life with Derek or Supernatural except for the storyline.
Category: Supernatural/Romance
Summary: Casey Mary Winchester has always wanted a regular life. She runs off to live with her Aunt Nora and her younger cousin, Lizzie. What happens when a stranger becomes her older, hotter 'step-brother?' He ruins any relationship she starts. How can feeling that develop be suppressed when Casey knows that have no relation. No matter how much they try, Casey ends up wanting him more and more. But, what happens when Casey's real older brothers, Dean and Sam appear for a case; that is revolving over the Venturi/McDonald household.
Old Life, New Life
When I was younger, most told me I was a dreamer, while others told me I was strong willed to even have dreams. My father reminded daily that there was no other life except for the life that was given to me. This had been the life and the job that had been chosen for me before even being born. If it were not for my older brothers, I may have taken the gun and shot myself in the head a long time ago. The dreams that I dreamt, all vanished when my father spoke, there was no point to dream hopelessly. I would never fulfill those dreams. It had become a fantasy. Normalcy had become a fantasy.
Most people do not really know what we do; it is not our fault that they do not know anything about the supernatural world. The world is ignorant towards the other creatures that surround, but for them, truth is that ignorance is bliss for them. They don't know so they won't worry, unlike my family and me. And, even if my family never mentions it, we all wish we had a normal life, but it seems that they have come to live with it while at times, I still have not. Even after twelve years of being a part of the family team, I still cannot not think about a life of a normal seventeen year old girl. No matter how much I dream for that normal life, I realize I have become accustomed to how I live. And, most times I find myself enjoying the company of my brothers and my father. Nothing meant more to me than family. They used to tell me I was courageous. Tonight, it was the night for me to prove that statement to myself. Tonight, I would be chasing my dreams as my one of my brothers tried to do in the past. I was going to make it work.
Just like after every case, my brothers and father would bring me to the closest ice rink in the area. Before, I joined the hunt of all supernatural things; my father had left me with my godfather, Danny. During the five years that I was away from them, he made me fall in love with ice skating. I was a bright four year old girl, so I was a quick learner and whenever my blades touched the gleaming white glass, I could think of anything, but enjoy the gentleness of the air caressing my skin as I spun around and jumped. In those moments, nothing meant more to me than to stick the perfect landing of any of my stunts.
It was that very same feeling I felt in this moment as I had my arms outstretched as I prepared myself internally as well as physically. And, then within a single beat, I felt myself fly into the air before I stuck out the perfect landing of a back flip. I continued to skate; a large and bright smile appeared on my face as I reminisced in the perfection of my flip. I could hear clapping in the background, yet I paid no major attention to it. I quickened my speed; my arms raised before I launched into a front flip full twist for the first time ever. A moment after my landing, I leaped into the air once more. A back flip and just as I felt the edge of one of my skate gracing the tip of the glass, I let out a breath before allowing myself to have the second sticking my landing. I spun around to see the three men of my life all standing, clapping loudly.
"That all you got Casey?" My older brother, Dean shouted sarcastically at me while Sam hooted. I knew he could see my glare from where I was standing. In a rapid movement, I spun around and prepared myself for the last stunt I was going to pull for the evening. I could tell that they wanted to continue on with the schedule we had decided on. I quickly found myself spinning on one leg while the other was in the air and as I continued to twirl my hands found my in-air skate. I tugged on it so that it rose up perfectly straight, yet I was still twirling on the same spot. When I let go, I quickly flipped myself backwards. I stuck my landing right in front of my family, who were now in complete awe. For a brief moment, I felt bulletproof, as if nothing could hit me.
I smirked. "That's nothing, Dean. I got so many moves, but I think Dad and you guys want to go to the local bar to celebrate another closed case." I noticed the small smile my father gave me; I quickly rushed out of the rink. I pulled off my skates, placed them into my bag and jumped up when I was ready to go.
As the three of us exited the ice rink, I waved to them. "I shall see you all later when you return drunk! Love you!" I blew them a kiss and entered my 2005 black Mustang GT, a beautiful gift from my Uncle Bobby and my godfather, Danny.
One of the best things of being the youngest and the only girl in the family is probably the fact that they always indirectly expected me to stay up so I could make sure that they all returned back in one piece. A slight breeze entered the large motel room when three very drunk men stumbled into the room. I groaned and launched into action. I first helped my father, who seemed to be having the most difficulty walking properly in a straight manner. My eldest brother was being supported by my other brother. I thought I could hear the springs squeak as the three of them collapsed onto the two separate queen sized beds. I rolled my eyes, they always arrived back like this when the case was solved, but since I was still underage, they would not let me go drink with them. However, tonight, my plans were completely different.
When I was positive that they were all asleep, I kissed them all on the cheek before whispering my short goodbyes and confessions of love towards each of the men that made my life whole. After my mother had passed away, I had been the one they sometimes looked at for some advice. I dropped my farewell letter which explained my sudden departure. I grabbed my car keys and snuck out of the motel room. I could feel hot tears streaming down from my cheeks as I approached my car, but I wiped them away. It was the first time that I was going to be separated from them since I was an infant. I did not want to leave, but I also did not want to cause them any more pain. I did not want to put them in any more danger than I already did when I was in their presence. Those bright yellow eyes appeared everywhere.
My packed bags were thrown into the trunk. I got in and sped into the night. I had my music blaring through the speakers. I had a small sad smile that remained as I drove; my music selection had mainly been old rock. All music related duties had been fulfilled by Dean, who believed it had been his birth right to teach me about proper music. However, I could not blame him; music has become extremely mainstream with the exception of a few great and unique artists. It felt now really hard to think about the family I had just abandoned. A few new tears streamed down my cheeks, I quickly wiped them away. I was going to be strong, I had promised myself that tonight.
Hours later, when I passed the Canadian border, I parked into the first motel I saw. I rapidly rushed in and received a room key for the night. I entered my tiny room with one of my bags, which I immediately dropped. I jumped onto the bed. Exhaustion took over and sleep captivated me the second my head hit the pillow.
I woke up groggily and annoyed due to the insane buzzing noise that came from my cell phone. I blinked a couple times before my hand hit the bed side table as I grabbed onto my phone. Without actually checking my caller ID, I picked up.
"Do you want to get killed the next time I see you?" I demanded harshly as I spoke my threat. When I heard the voice on the other line, I sat up causing myself to have a head rush. I groaned before I actually started listening to my father's shouts along with my brothers' in the background. I tried interrupting him, "Dad, calm down."
"I will not calm down, Cassandra! Where on earth are you?" He shouted, barely paying any attention to my attempts to calm him down. It was not healthy for him to get this angry; it would cause his blood pressure to skyrocket.
In a quiet whisper, I cooed, "Daddy, please calm down. I'm perfectly fine."
"Where are you, Casey?" He questioned, his voice lowered. He was practically pleading me for an answer. Hot tears poured down my cheek, it seemed as if I was crying a lot in the past day or so. "Daddy, don't come looking for me. I'm," I paused before continuing. "I'm looking at this small case. I know I can take care of it by myself."
"Casey," he knew I was lying. My father responded in a stern tone, "Tell me the truth Casey. No lies."
I sighed. "Alright, I want to try having a normal life if I can even have one. Daddy, I want a chance to see the outside world."
There was a pregnant silence between my father and I. No one said a word; my brothers had quieted down on the other line. I was forced to break the silence. "Dad, can you please put me on speaker?"
A moment later, I heard my brothers speak softly. However, they spoke at the same time causing me a lot of difficulty to understand. I said in a louder voice, "Guys, shut it for a second!" A part of me hoped that they would continue speaking, but obviously they did not perhaps of the look our father was probably given them. I sighed before cautiously speaking. "I need a break from all of this. You don't have to worry about me, I have my equipment in my car, and if anything does happen I can take care of myself. I want to try being a regular teenage girl, one that goes to high school, sees boys and the whole package. Don't look for me, I beg you. I just want to try. Please," I was speaking lightly and softly, wishing they would understand. I wished they would not question my judgement. I would not be able to handle all the questions.
"Fine," my father replied. I could still feel as if he knew that there was more to it, but I did not say a word of it. However, even if my father said alright, my brothers still seemed completely against the idea. "Don't get me wrong, Case. I still don't like the idea of you being alone."
Dean quickly retorted, "You are so much better than those girls. Why do you want be around such imbeciles?"
I chuckled. "Can't I try to be one of those imbeciles?"
I heard him sigh heavily on the other end, a smile tugged against my lip; I knew I had won this battle against my family. However, my other brother hadn't said anything yet, but he would be easier to bring over to my side if he wasn't already.
"Casey, trying to follow my footsteps," he forced a chuckle before getting serious. I know I was no longer on speakerphone because I could hear nothing, but his voice especially when he continued. "I know you want to try, but remember one thing. Your past will always be with you. You can run from us, but you can't run from who you are. I tried and failed."
"I know Sam. I need to do this. You get that right?" I heard a sigh on the opposite line.
"Yeah, I do. Just be careful and keep us updated."
"I will," I promised. "I love you. All of you." With those final words, I hung up.
I threw my cell phone back onto the bed before picking up my small duffel bag. I entered the bathroom and I quickly finished getting ready. As I walked out of the motel room, I grabbed my laptop bag. I made my way down the cemented walk and when I saw the first dinner, I entered. I sat down and took out my latest laptop. As I started my search for my father's younger half-sister, Nora's information, a teenage waiter came by and took my order, but not before flirting. I looked away from my screen and gave him a cold look.
"Not in a million years, so why don't you save your breath. Do your job and get me my order." I didn't spare him a second glance before typing furiously. My eyes scanning every last information I could find about Nora McDonald or of her daughter Elizabeth.
I heard a clatter that came right beside me. I eyed my breakfast and my large cup of coffee. I rolled my eyes as I noticed a phone number had been written across the napkin that was beside my coffee cup. Couldn't he take a hint? I wasn't interested in him. As much as I wanted a normal life there was no way in hell that this waiter was getting anywhere near me. I drank my coffee while taking small bites of my food as I continued my research. Then, I found it. I clicked the web link.
I took my phone and started to type in the phone number that was used for an ad for Nora's smallish business of window treatments. I held the phone my ear as I listened to the ring, hoping it would connect. My dad would be slightly more comfortable of me being under a relative's roof. My only issue that started to stir in my mind was whether or not she knew about the Winchester's new family business because after all after Mom's death, Dad became focused on killing every last evil supernatural being on this planet.
"Hello?" A very bright and enthusiastic voice responded.
I swallowed my sip of coffee quickly before answering. "Is this Nora McDonald speaking?"
"Yes, this is she. May I know who is speaking?"
I bit my lower before saying, "Hi, my name is Casey Winchester. I'm your half-brother, John Winchester's daughter."
There was silence. No answer whatsoever. I started to panic. Did she not like John? Her brother? From the little I knew, I couldn't seem to find any animosity that could have come between these two.
"Oh, is John all right?" I sighed in relief when I recognized worry in her voice.
"He's fine," I replied gently.
"Does he need something? Information?" She had interrupted me before I could utter another word. I was beginning to be confused of who this Nora really was.
"Information? What information?"
She lowered her voice, "Information for a hunt! Does he need help or something?" The woman started to panic once again, which was slightly frightening since I was listening to her melt down.
"No, my father is perfectly fine. He's with my two older brothers. I just need a place to stay. I know you aren't, well, a hunter. I want to try having a normal life."
"Oh, darling, I would love for you to come live with us! It would be a great pleasure." Before she could continue, I heard another voice at the other end. I caught on slightly of a girl's voice calling for her mother. "Casey, I have to go, I have to bring my daughter Lizzie to her soccer practise. I'll talk to you later." And, with that she hung up.
I felt myself smile as I shut my laptop and finished the rest of my food. I threw a few bills on the table before walking out of the dinner. Once at the motel, I packed my stuff back into my car before driving off.
A few hours later, at the border, I reached for my passport, my date of birth alternated as well as my place of birth. At the booth, I had a very young man checking my passport. Metallica was playing in the background as I waited.
"Name?" He said, without looking at me.
"Cassandra Mary Winchester."
"Where are you headed?"
"Toronto."
"For what?"
"I'm coming back home."
"Where were you?"
"New York City."
"Alright, you can go right ahead." He handed me back my passport, giving me a lusting look. I rolled my eyes and drove past him. Once a little further away from the Canadian border, I started to speed down the road towards my destination. My dream was going to be reality soon. I couldn't wait for it.
A/N: I know it may seem like a boring start. I'm already working on the second chapter. It's written, but I need to edit it. Please REVIEW I need to know whether or not you guys even like it so I can decide whether or not I should continue or not! We will be meeting Nora, Lizzie, Derek and George next chapter. Please be patient and let me know what you guys think!
Sneak Peek: Chapter two:
"You seemed like you knew what you were doing. Get groped often?"
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"Listen here, Derek. Just because I know how to take care of myself does not mean I get groped often. Usually, my older brothers beat the idiot up before I could do anything."
"Wanna dance?"
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I was falling into his kiss, forgetting where I was. His tongue moved against my bottom lip, demanding for an opening.