HUNTERS #6 WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own the plot. For those of you who may not remember, Dean and Sam are Casey's older cousins and they stayed on to keep an eye on Casey after taking care of a Drakon that was in Marti's bedroom. I used some stuff from a myth and folklore site and used some of my own imagination for the creature. I also have to apologize for not putting in the name of the series with the title.
CHAPTER ONE: SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
In the MacDonald\Venturi household, the kids went through their nightly routines. Derek helped Marti get through her bath and Casey was on the couch, reading book.
"Hey! Think fast!" At the sound of Dean Winchester's voice, she looked up and swiftly caught the knife that he had thrown.
"Ha-ha. That's my girl," he approved.
"Dang it, Dean! There's little kids in here! What if you had hit Lizzie or Edwin? Did you even think about that?" she snapped.
"Sorry," Dean apologized, somewhat taken aback. His brother Sam came up to Casey.
"Hey, watcha readin'?" he queried.
"The Counte of Monte Cristo," was her abrupt answer.
"Oh, I remember readin' that for high school," he said, trying to ignore her tone.
"Me too," his brother stated. "Only book I actually liked," he continued.
"You mean you actually did an assignment?" Casey asked bitingly.
"Knock it off, J.H. I don't appreciate your tone," Dean scowled.
"Okay. Get to bed you guys. It's late," Nora interjected.
"Yes, Ma'am," Casey acknowledged. She picked up a bookmark off of the coffee table and placed it in her book. Then, she stood up and headed for the stairs.
"I don't get it. What's gotten into her?" Sam wondered.
"Heck if I know," Dean shrugged.
"Well, at least she's taking orders for a change," Derek smirked.
"Okay, that's it," Casey stated. She started for her stepbrother, but Sam quickly intercepted her.
"Aaanh, aaanh. He's not worth it," he said.
"Let me pass," she insisted, trying again. Sam did the only thing he could: he picked Casey up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Sam! Let me go!" she shrieked, smacking him with her book.
"Sorry, Cay. Can't do it," he apologized. Everyone watched as she was carried up the stairs. Derek snickered. Dean whopped him upside the head.
"You got lucky, kid. If you and her had actually started brawlin', you'd be the loser," he stated.
"Yeah, right," the teen smirked.
"Yeah, right," the older man insisted. "J.H. learned how to fight from me, Sam, and the best: my father," he continued.
"Come on. She can't be that good," Derek objected just as Sam came back down.
"Oh no? You've seen her spar with us. We've used moves that you've probably never even knew existed," he shot back.
"All right, all right. That's enough. Derek, go to bed," George stated.
"But---" Derek began to object.
"Bed. Now," George interrupted. With a huff, Derek headed upstairs to do what he was told. George and Nora went down to the basement and Dean and Sam went into their own room.
"Half the time I wanna smack that kid. I swear," Dean muttered. "Casey could've taken him, you know," he continued.
"Which is exacly why I stopped her," Sam retorted. "The last thing we need is Casey putting her stepbrother in the hospital," he reminded his brother. Dean had to give Sammy that.
"Speaking of which, what do you think's up with her?" Dean wondered.
"I don't know," Sam answered.
"You think she's possessed?" Dean queried.
"Doubt it. I mean, three days out of the month, Jessica wasn't that much fun to be around either. My guess that's what she's goin' through," Sam stated.
"Little tmi, Sammy," Dean declared. Sam chuckled and shook his head.
"Come on. Let's hit the sack. We gotta get up early to spar," Dean reminded.
"Oh, brother," Sam muttered. However, he agreed with his brother. The two settled down in their beds and went to sleep. All was silent for about two hours. Then there was a soft whooshing and a soft ninny as something slipped through a crack under the doorway. Then, it silently glided up the stairs. It stopped in the hall, unsure of where to go. It snorted. Then it slipped though another crack, entering a bedroom. Derek moaned and turned over. The thing took its chance and placed itself on Derek's chest. The boy tried to call out, but he had been struck silent. Then, the nightmares came. His face blanched. He tried to fight, but to no avail. Soon, he succumbed to the onslaught of nightmares.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
You'll learn why Casey's acting the way she is later in the story.