Casey McDonald woke up covered in sweat, her heart thudding from the horrendous dream that had broken through her peaceful slumber. Her eyes wandered to the alarm clock place neatly on her bedside table. The red numbers flashed as she focused in. 3:21 AM. She'd been awoken by the same horrifying dream at the same time for over a month. However, lately, the dream seemed more of a vision of what was to come. She pushed the thought from her mind, reminding herself that she was no longer accustomed to the world of the supernatural and that speculation would only drive her crazy. She laid her head back down on the pillow, her breathing becoming normal once more. Her fingers traced patterns on the sheet next to her as her mind wandered to the days before the Venturi family entered her life. She thought fondly of her older brothers, but, quickly, she pushed the thoughts away. She had no idea where they were or if they were even alive, and that was too much for her to bear after the awful dream she had just endured. She closed her eyes attempting to get a few more hours of sleep before she needed to be up to start her school day.
Her eyes weren't closed for long when she heard a thump outside her bedroom door. At first, she convinced herself it was nothing, but an instinct she had long forgotten she had inside her forced her to get up. She tip-toed to the bedroom door, carefully pressing her ear against the smooth surface. The door gave way slightly, but it didn't make any noise. Casey let out a sigh of relief as she listened for any other strange noises. It wasn't a noise that got her attention, however. Suddenly, her nostrils were filled with a rotten egg smell, and her heart began to pound. Quickly, she raced to the side of her bed and knelt down. Underneath the frame, she pulled out a slick black trunk, carefully locked. As she twisted the combination into the cool metal piece, there was another thump outside her door. Casey panicked as the lid flipped open, and she pulled out a slick silver knife. The handle felt cold in her hand as she, slowly, twisted open her door knob.
The hallway seemed empty, but the sulfur was still very prominent down the corridor. Casey slid the knife into the back of her jeans, not wanting to be caught by someone in the Venturi clan. Another thud coming from a sticker covered door at the end of the hall made her heart leap into her chest. She took off running down the hall as she burst into the young girl's room. Marti Venturi lay soundly in her bed, seemingly unharmed. A feeling of relief washed over Casey before a hand ran down her back. She resisted the urge to scream as her eyes registered a familiar face. Resisting the urge to smack the tall man, her eyes flashed with anger and confusion.
"Sam!" She hissed, quietly pushing him out of the room and into the hallway, shutting the door behind her. She felt a tinge of nostalgia as his green eyes met her blue ones.
Sam Winchester towered over his little sister, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I just wanted to see if you still had it. You're a little rusty."
"You're an ass," Casey hissed, steering him to her room, "What are you doing here?"
"It's Dean," Sam began, his playful demeanor disappearing.
Casey's heart hit the ground as they entered her room, "What about Dean?"
Suddenly, another pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her to the ground. Casey reached for the knife, attempting to stab the unknown figure before hearing a familiar voice. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she pushed at the man's chest with all her might.
"Chill, Dimples." Dean Winchester laughed, rolling off of his younger sister.
She glared at him, still tempted to stab him, "What the hell?!"
"You're not as sharp as you used to be." Sam laughed in the corner, trying to keep his voice down.
"What are you two doing here?" She asked, picking herself up off the floor. "Monster in town?"
Dean sat down on the flowered comforter donning her bed, "Actually, no. Can't we visit our favorite sister?"
"Only sister," Casey quickly reminded, a smile starting to grow on her face.
"Honestly, though, Dimples, we have a favor to ask." Sam started, watching Casey's smile fall. "We need a place to stay."
Her eyebrows furrowed, confused, "The bunker? The last letter I got you guys were all set up there!"
"Well," Dean sighed, "Slight accident, no more bunker. At least, not for a while."
"You blew your covers, didn't you?" She asked, putting her head in her hands.
Sam bit his lip, "If we can't stay here, we can find somewhere else. We just need to lay low for a while."
"No," Casey said, suddenly, "We'll just have to talk to Nora."
"That's a girl!" Dean smiled, bumping his sister with his shoulder.
The three of the siblings sat in the bedroom, whispering in hushed tones as the sun began to rise over the small Canadian town. Catching up on all of the Winchesters' expeditions worried and excited Casey. She hated not being out there by their side, but Nora valued her education over saving the world. Especially after the incident.. Since then, Nora hadn't allowed Casey to go on a hunting trip, and she had begun to wonder if she'd ever go on one again. She listened, drawn into the drama, hanging onto every word. Excitement of bagging something evil pulsed through her veins, causing a sense of longing to stir deep inside her. The brothers were happy to share the details of their lives since their sister had been dragged away by the only mother they had ever known. Dean smiled as her eyes lit up with wonder while the sight left an uneasy feeling in Sam's stomach. This wasn't the life their father would have wanted for Casey. He wanted her to be with Nora and live freely. However, Casey seemed as loyal to the family business as Dean was. As the Venturi/McDonald clan began to rise, the three of them made their way downstairs.
As the tall boys rambled down the stairs, a startled Nora McDonald began to smile. The sight of her disgruntled and unshaven adopted sons made her eyes water. Dean saw the notion and began to feel sick to his stomach, terrified of emotions. The sight made Sam feel warm and thankful, knowing that the only mother he had ever known loved him, no matter what. She embraced each of them as George Venturi looked onward, confused. The two tall men in his living room did not look familiar, and the thought of them venturing out of Casey's room in the morning made him uncomfortable. As they leaned down to embrace Nora, the whole situation became a lot weirder to him.
"My boys!" She exclaimed, kissing their cheeks.
Uncomfortably, the boys accepted her warm welcome as she stepped back to look at the two of them. Surprised by the way they had quickly age, she felt a sort of sadness settle into her stomach. She pictured them as the lively young boys she'd met when she was just a teenager herself. Picturing John Winchester in her living room was enough to make her tears spill over her eyes, but she pushed them back as the boys smiled at her.
"Hello, Nora." Sam smiled, as she held his hand.
"I was starting to worry about you two." She exclaimed, "Three months! No letters! Where have you two been?"
Suddenly, a disgruntled teenage boy stumbled down the stairs, quickly awakening at the strange scene playing out in his living room. Sam and Dean turned around to stare at Derek Venturi as he attempted to stand up straight, stunned at the height of the taller man in his living room. The Winchesters glanced at the boy as he stared back, his gaze unwavering. After a moment, Derek's eyes immediately went to Casey, who was standing behind them. She looked small and fragile behind the stronger men, which made Derek feel almost worrisome, but he wasn't sure why. He shook the feeling off and worked up a witty line to start his morning.
"So, Casey can have two guys stay the night, and I can't even close my door when a girl comes over? Great!" He hissed, pushing past the Winchesters.
Dean began to laugh at the attitude protruding out of the eldest Venturi, "Unfortunately, kid, it isn't like that."
"And who the hell are you?" He spun around, anger flashing quickly in his eyes. He was surprised at the words as they spilled out of his mouth, confused by his sudden outburst. Casey narrowed her eyes at him, almost making him feel guilty.
Dean started toward Derek before Sam stepped in the way, "Hey, hey. Calm down!"
"Whatever," Derek said as he glanced toward Casey who was looking anywhere but at him. He slunk off to the kitchen, brushing passed his still confused father.
"Anyone want to tell me what's going on?" George finally asked, as Lizzie McDonald raced down the stairs.
"SAM! DEAN!" She shouted, leaping into the older boy's arms.