George Venturi sat on the couch in his suddenly disturbed living room as Nora McDonald slowly began to explain the life she'd hidden from him for so long. Stories of a man named John and his two sons brought George back to reality. He glanced at the two men, the shorter one sitting in Derek's favorite chair and the other standing behind him. Casey sat on the arm of the chair, almost avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. This seemed strange to George, but he was too confused to ask her what was wrong. He could see the resemblance in the men to Casey, and he, slowly, began to piece the truth together.
"So, what about Lizzie?" He finally asked, shocking Nora with his odd question.
Nora cleared her throat, "Dennis is Lizzie's father, and as far as every birth certificate I have for Casey, he's hers, too. Let's just say John was a little hands-off for most of her life."
Hearing those words escape Nora's mouth made Dean feel slightly protective of his father. He wanted to defend him, but he knew she was right. John hadn't even mentioned a sister until Nora came running, hunted by a demon and begging for help. He remembered when he first laid his eyes on five year old, Casey. Her hand wrapped around her mother's, looking up worriedly at a Lizzie, just two at the time. Dean smiled slightly at the memory. Sam put a hand on his shoulder, seemingly reading his older brother's mind. George looked at the boys again before standing up.
"Well, I should introduce myself and my family then. I'm George," He smiled, tentatively reaching his hand out to Sam. He sensed he was the kinder one of the two.
"Sam," He smiled back, grabbing the outreached hand gently.
"And I'm Dean," Dean nodded, "And who's this?"
He pointed to Marti Venture who was standing behind a younger boy's legs. She had been peering at him for some time, and she, suddenly, got the courage to push forward.
"Marti!" She smiled, "Meow!"
Dean laughed a little, "Marti Meow, that's an awesome name."
Before Marti could respond, Derek swept into the room, clearly more awake than he had been before. He watched as his younger sister stepped toward the strange men, and he had the urge to snatch her up. Instead of ripping his sister from the living room and causing a scene, he said, "Smarti, c'mon."
Marti, surprised at Derek's offer to let her come up to his room, was oblivious to the true reason and followed her older brother happily. Dean glared at the back of Derek's neck as he climbed the stairs, dragging the cute little girl behind him. She gave him a slight wave as they both disappeared around the corner. The younger boy also took off for the stairs, not giving an introduction. Sam assumed he was following his older brother's lead and was unbothered by the cold shoulder they'd received.
"Sorry about that!" George quickly apologized, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Sam smirked, "Don't worry about it."
"So," Nora began nervously, "Not to be rude, but what are you guys doing here? It's been a few years, and I assumed you'd decided to stay away."
Dean sighed, "I'm in some trouble, Nora. Sam and I need a place to stay for a while. Just until things cool down back in the states."
"Oh," Nora nodded, confused, "Well, I'm sure we can all figure something out! Right, George?"
"Of course," George nodded at his insistent wife, trying to figure out where to put two grown men in their already crowded house.
Casey broke in, "I actually had an idea about that! What if we fixed that old room above the garage? It shouldn't take too long with two extra sets of hands, and they could crash on my floor until we figure it!"
"Casey," George began, hesitant.
Nora quickly cut him off, "That actually sounds like a wonderful idea!"
Derek stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the conversation folding out below him. The mention of the room above the garage made his blood boil. George had promised him that he could have that room as soon as it was fixed up, and two strangers were just going to take that from him. Frustrated, he stomped back to his room where Marti and Edwin sat on his bed, watching Derek's reaction.
"They need to be stopped," Derek exclaimed, determinedly,
Marti shrugged her shoulders, "They seem okay to me, Smerek."
"Yeah," Edwin agreed, "Dad seemed to like them."
Derek sighed, exasperated, "That's the problem. They are going to ruin everything!"
"What are you talking about?" laughed Edwin, looking at his older brother incredulously.
"Nevermind," He hissed, "Just get out!"
Edwin shrugged his shoulders and carried Marti out of the room and toward Lizzie's. Lizzie was sitting on the bed, holding an old photograph in her hands. Edwin was surprised to see the two men in the photo, looking much younger. Lizzie was on the taller one's shoulders, and Casey was on the shorter one's back. Everyone in the picture looked so happy, and Edwin felt almost sorry for Lizzie. She suddenly looked up, noticing the two younger Venturis entering her room. She brushed away a stray tear and smiled.
"Hey, guys! I didn't hear you come in."
Edwin apologized, "I'm sorry! If you're busy, we can come back."
"No, no!" Lizzie explained, patting her bed. "You guys can stay. I was just looking at some old pictures. They don't mean anything."
Edwin watched, suspiciously as Lizzie shoved the picture back in a shoebox and pushed it under her bed.
Meanwhile, Derek laid on his bed, furious. There was no way he was going to let these guys barge into his house, take his room, and his younger sibling's admiration. He considered going downstairs and throwing a fit, but he saw the way Casey and Nora reacted to the pair. He knew it wasn't going to be that easy to get rid of them. Instead, Derek knew he'd have to come up with a plot to get the two out of his house and his town.
Casey led the boys to the Impala, excited to show them around her newfound home. Dean and Sam trucked behind, laughing at her enthusiasm. Casey squealed as she jumped in the front seat.
"She's just like I remember her, Dean!" She exclaimed, as he started the engine.
Sam rolled his eyes in the backseat, clearly cramped, "Unfortunately, he doesn't care about much else, but the car."
"Shut up!" Dean smirked, giving his younger brother a stern look in the rearview mirror. "So, Dimples, where to?"
"You've got to stop calling me that!" Casey sighed, exasperatedly, "If Derek hears you, I'll never hear the end of it."
Dean's jaw tightened at the sound of the older boy's name, "What's his problem anyway?"
"You think that was him in a bad mood?" Casey laughed, "Trust me, that was about as friendly as Derek Venturi gets."
"Great," Sam smiled, sarcastically, "So, let's get some food! I'm starving."
"Off to Smelly Nelly's," Casey announced, giving Dean directions over the sound of one of his beloved bands playing through the speakers.
Back at the Venturi/McDonald household, hell had broken loose in George and Nora's room. George sat on the bed as Nora stood in front of him, her arms neatly crossed over her chest.
"I just don't understand how you have this whole other life that I know nothing about," George muttered, looking up at his wife as if she were a stranger.
Nora sighed, "Honestly, George. You're being dramatic. John Winchester was a brief chapter in my life! I was only 20!"
"Are you sure about that?" He asked, hearing the way her voice changed as she said John's name. "Can I expect him to walk in my house next?"
"John Winchester is dead." She said, flatly before leaving the room.
George's sarcastic demeanor fell to the floor as he felt the urge to go after his wife. However, he wanted to give her some space, so he stayed put on the foot of the bed. He thought back to the room above the garage and how to break the news to Derek, who already didn't seem happy at the arrival of their new visitors. He wanted to make his son happy, but these boys needed a place to stay, and he could see Nora would not put them out on the street.