Disclaimer: I own nothing relating Life with Derek or Supernatural except for this precise 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.
Couple: Derek & Casey
Old Life, New Life
I groaned as my eyes opened and my vision finally cleared. I stared up at three men. As I tried to push myself up in a sitting position Sam gently pushed me back. Agitated, my eyes flickered to the other pairs of eyes that were looking down at me.
"What the hell is going on," I snapped. Answers, I needed answers!
Derek decided to speak up. "Well, Space-Case, while the four of us were on the porch in the backyard, you fainted."
I gazed into his dark brown eyes. I could sense it in the air. He was worried for me. Right? He had to be. But, I could be misreading everything. I knew that Sam utterly seemed truly anxious so did Cooper. My tongue ran over my lower lip.
I croaked, "What happened?"
"A fight was just about to stir when we stopped when you fell to the ground. Are you sure you're okay? You hit your head."
I was touched by Sam's concern. He was extremely sweet unlike a jealous Cooper and an obnoxious Derek. Perhaps he was the better choice at this moment, because I obviously didn't share the same feelings as Cooper did and well, Derek. He was just a fantasy that could never happen.
When I touched the back of my head, I finally felt the throbbing pain. I gasped due to the agonizing hurt. As softly as I could, I asked for some ice. Cooper dashed to the kitchen and quickly returned with an icepack. Grateful, I thanked him before playing the ice on my head. That was when I realized that there was no longer any music playing or any crazy people.
"Where is everyone?"
"We had to cancel the party because of your klutzilla moment."
Sam waved him off. "Shut up, D."
I smiled at my sandy haired prince with his boyish grin and hat hair. His light brown eyes sparkled and I truly found myself falling for him. Dazed by Sam, I wasn't able to hear Derek's snide comment.
"What was that?"
He huffed. "Oh, nothing you need to worry yourself about, princess."
I rolled my eyes at him. Before, Sam lifted me bridal style off the couch and started to make his way up the stairs. The others protested, but my arms wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling me closer. I could feel his hard pecks and built body. In a hushed voice, I told him that my bedroom was right next to Derek's. Gently, he placed me on my bed as he entered my domain, closing the door behind him.
"You didn't have to carry me to my room," I told him shyly.
He shrugged. "I know. I wanted to."
I smiled and he returned it in response. He was sweet. We sat there in silence, part of me wondered what was going on downstairs with Derek and Cooper, but another part just pushed the first part away, screaming at me to enjoy this moment.
"We never got a chance to finish our conversation from before." I broke the silence, hoping he would want to talk, but he simply nodded.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"You," Sam whispered, leaning forward. "Your hopes, dreams. Anything and everything."
I never felt so smothered by sweetness. This was just too good to be true. However, without a second thought, I leaned upwards, closing the gap between us. Our lips touched. A second later, I moved away. Our eyes connected and it just clicked. Within a millisecond, our lips found each others. I sat up, allowing him to pull me onto his lap. My hands tangled in his hair as his gripped my waist.
Then, out of nowhere, my bedroom door flung open and in came a very shocked Cooper. We broke apart. In an instant, Sam was standing, looking down slightly embarrassed.
"What's going on?"
I could hear the hurt in Cooper's voice, but he had no reason to be. Sure, he liked me that didn't mean that the feelings were mutual and that I couldn't move on with my life. I looked at him, not backing down.
"We kissed."
Sam muttered something I didn't hear before he rushed out of my room, leaving Cooper and I alone. I closed my eyes and sighed. This was going to be one hell of an awkward conversation.
"I really don't feel like dealing with this right now, Cooper. I don't want to fight anymore."
His response was unexpected. "I understand and I swear that from now on, I will act more like a co-worker rather than a man with a crush."
"Thank you," I breathed out.
I opened my eyes and found him nodding. He bid me a bitter farewell before walking out of my room. I lay back down, replaying every dramatic scene that happened today. It was as if my life was spiralling downwards. This was crazy. I was supposed to have a normal girl's life. Was this really part of it? I understood the boy troubles, but this catastrophe of wanting someone who I could never have. I had just kissed two people at the same party. I could have been branded as a major slut if people knew me and if either Sam or Derek knew about the second kiss I had shared.
I looked at my door when I heard a knock. A soft voice came from the other side. It belonged to Derek. I didn't want to talk about what happened in the closet, if that was even what he wanted to talk about. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping it would look as if I was sleeping.
"Casey," he said my name so softly, my eyes snapped open.
I was going to regret this. "Come in."
My door squeaked as he entered my room. This boy was going to be the death of me, I knew it. We both shared a weak smile. He sat down at the edge of my bed. His hand reached out to push back a lock of my hair, but he pulled away. I don't think I ever saw him so vulnerable.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Are you?"
He smirked. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Did you want to talk about something?"
"Why did you kiss me?" God, no, my mind yelled. Not now!
This was going to be hard, but it had to be done. "We share an attraction. We're hormonal. Things happen. Don't over think it."
He nodded, but he whispered. "Why do I want to do it again, Case? This is driving me insane."
I sat up and moved closer towards him. I gulped before replying. "We want something we can't have; obviously it only makes us want it more."
"That's not it," he said through clenched teeth. "I want to feel your skin against mine, to hear you moan my name. I want to feel being with you. It has to mean something more."
I shook my head. "You're just horny. Find any girl; I'm sure she'll be just as willing."
"I feel like this when you're around," he seethed.
Before, I could push away from him. His lips landed onto mine. One hand gripped the back of my neck, while the other latched itself to my hair. I groaned in pleasure. I felt my back hit the mattress. My eyes opened as Derek pulled his shirt off. His admirable abs contracted before he leaned back down to place kisses along my jaw down my neck. My pelvis pushed forward, slowly grinding itself to his. I could feel it and it made me moan loudly.
In between kisses, he demanded, "Tell me why I feel like this."
He sucked on the skin below my ear. I gasped. "Oh, God. Der-ek!"
"Tell me," Derek growled, tugging against my chiffon blouse before nibbling my neck.
I grunted. "Because you want me, you idiot."
In a swift movement, I flipped us over. I unbuttoned my blouse, tossing it to the side, leaving me in my beige lace bra. I attacked his lips, sticking my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, making me grab his face with one hand, so he wouldn't move away. I felt as if my body was burning up with flames running through me. His soft touches ran up and down my back, at times they would cup my butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then, I heard the snap as he ripped the hook of my bra.
He followed as I moved upwards, completely nude from the waist up. I could feel him. Derek was sitting up grabbing a hold of my waist. His lips left my lips, but continued to remain attached to my skin as he moved south. I groaned, arching my back.
In a sultry tone, I cried out, "Too many clothes."
My hand grabbed his package. While my fingers unbuttoned his jeans, I leaned backwards, pulling him down. The bed jerked as he kicked off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers. He worked his way up and down my body to my torso. His brown eyes looked up at me through his thick eyelashes, I could see them glazing over. After he removed my pants, I couldn't think anymore. I was too far in, the pleasure was mind-blowing. The only thing that was going through my mind was one thing.
Derek Venturi was not going to make it easy for me to live with him and quit him because I had become far more addicted to him than I should. He was a drug that I never wanted to give up. He was going to drive me up the wall until I went over the edge into insanity.
I hummed as I felt myself being pulled closer. His strong arms wrapped themselves around me. Derek's hot breathe tickled the back of my neck. Just as I moved ever so slightly, he groaned and muttered that I shouldn't start anything I wasn't going to finish. I found myself smirking before I slowly slipped out of his grasp, grabbing his t-shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head.
I spun around when I heard his voice. "Where are you going?"
"The bathroom," I told him before walking out of my room.
Once in the bathroom, I looked into the mirror. I didn't see Casey Winchester, the little angelic sister. I saw a reflection of a woman, who was smiling brightly, her eyes brilliant with joy. But, then, I blinked. When, I opened, I saw flaws. Wanting him shouldn't be wrong; it didn't feel like it, yet part of me found it unfair. I hated the image in front of me. I closed my eyes and flashes of what happened hours ago popped into my mind. It was like a dark paradise, especially if it was wrong for wanting it. We weren't related. Perhaps, I could tell him the truth. He wouldn't care, would he? My mind raced. If he wanted me, Derek wouldn't care.
Then, a hushed whispered entered my head. You won't be staying here forever.
My eyes widened. So far, I was enjoying this. My mirror self shook her head. I was enjoying this, but I was going to return to my family sooner or later. This was all pretend, I belonged with my family. My eyes blurred as tears fell from them. I couldn't become attached because I was just going to break hearts.
I slowly made my way back to my bedroom. The door creaked open as I stepped in. Derek was sitting up in my bed, his back resting on the backboard with his arms swung behind him as if he had just had the best sex. His eyes found him before his joyous expression disappeared.
"What's up?"
My voice broke. "We can't do this."
He frowned before retorting, "Why not?"
"It's wrong."
"It's wrong," he mocked. "It feels pretty darn amazing if you ask me. I thought you felt the same way."
I shook my head. Tears were freely flowing down my cheek, staining them. My body began shaking. In a low voice, I said, "This was a mistake."
"It wasn't a mistake," he yelled back. "I've made tons of them, this doesn't feel like one!"
My lowered gaze snapped up. I couldn't let this go on. If I was going to break a heart, I might as well do it now before it was too late.
"Did you really think this meant something?"
He was going to say something, but I continued lashing out. "Derek, I'm physically attracted to you. Now that we've done the deed, I'm bored. It didn't mean anything."
"You don't mean that," he whispered sincerely.
I huffed, "Oh, but I do. Derek, this was plainly physical. A one night stand. I'm sure you've had plenty of those. You know how it goes. We screw. And, then, act like nothing ever happened." I shrugged.
I grabbed a random pair of shorts that were hanging at the back of my room before walking out of my room, leaving a very shocked Derek. As I made my way downstairs, wearing my mini shorts, I noticed that I was still wearing his shirt. I would have taken it off, except I didn't want to go upstairs and face him again, and it wasn't like I could walk around the house shirtless even if no one was home except Derek. And, he had already seen everything. It was just wrong.
Grabbing a glass of juice from the kitchen, I walked towards the living room. I reached for my fantasy novel, when I was spun around. My eyes met Derek's, which seemed slightly crazed. His name escaped my lips, but he pushed me against the dining room table. I gasped rather loudly. And, I wasn't sure whether it was out of anticipation or fear.
"What are you doing?" My own voice seemed to foreign to me.
He leaned in. His lips so close to my ears. In a gruff voice, he questioned. "Tell me this is wrong. Tell me!"
"It's wrong."
Roughly, Derek retorted, "Liar."
"It's wrong."
He lifted me off the ground and placed me on top of the table. In a swift movement, he spread apart my legs, ripping off my shorts. I had never thought someone could be so mesmerizing when they were on an animalistic rampage. The slight cool breeze caused me to shiver when it reached my crotch area.
My eyes wide, but they never left his dark eyes. The brown seemed so much darker. I gulped, unable to comprehend his movements, but waves of pleasure shot through me. Ever so gently, his lips went down on me. I gasped, my eyes fluttering good.
I found myself chanting in a hushed voice. "This is so wrong."
His lips vibrated as he growled, making my whip my head back. This was not happening. He couldn't take me now. I pleaded for him not to do anything, but I was pretty sure he was seeing right through my lies. My body wanted this. I wanted this. It was obvious and it was clear to him, he could probably feel everything.
Derek didn't stop. I was gasping, groaning and at times, I heard my screams echo through the house, but it seemed too incomprehensible. Just as I was about to find my release, he stopped. He stood in front of me. Our eyes connected. And, he grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. I was out of breath, I moved away as I caught my breath. He was staring at me.
He leaned forward and harshly spoke. "You are going to come to my room every morning and every night. And, you are going to kiss me. If you don't I'm not going to let you have any pleasure in anything, do I make myself clear?"
My mouth opened slightly, shocked. Mainly because for one, I really liked this rough Derek, but also because, I didn't think he had it in him. I nodded, not trusting my words. He smirked, bent back down and finished what he started. With one final scream that echoed, he stood up and left. I remained seated on the table, completely baffled. I took my book and went to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I did not need another repeat of what happened momentarily.
I placed myself onto my bed comfortably and started to read the gory details of an amputating scene. Typically, I found that girls were more attached to their hopeless romantic novels, but even though, I adored them that didn't mean that I didn't enjoy a bit of blood too. I literally grew up around disastrous stuff. I was just about done the chapter when my phone began to ring. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
On the other line, I heard grunts of pain and a female snapping that whoever had called shouldn't be a baby. I chuckled, but my eyes grew wide when I looked at the caller ID. What was Dean calling me when he was in the middle of something? The groans continued until I heard the woman that she had gotten it.
I repeated my hello, but no answer. I rolled my eyes. Stupid Dean and his butt calls. I ended the call and averted all of my attention back to my book. That is until I heard a very loud moan. My eyes widened. The only people in the house were Derek and I, meaning he was masturbating knowing I was in the room beside him. I gulped, especially as he called out my name.
My mind shouted at me, telling me to go to his room and ravage him. I shook my head. No, this wasn't right. It was simply attraction that lured me in. Once high school was over, I'd leave. It had only been a few months and I still thought about the supernatural world. I finally understood what my family meant. This world wasn't meant for me, but I would still get a feel for it before returning to the life I was born into. The alcohol, the killing, the saving and finally, when the time came, the men would follow as well. I wouldn't be like my brothers, but when I was older, I wasn't just going to abandon the primal thinking of both sexes.
"Casey!"
"Shit," I hissed. I quickly picked up my phone and dialed a number that I thought was dead.
A gruff voice answered, "Case? What's wrong?"
"Daddy," my voice broke. I truly had missed him. I focussed on the heavy breathing of my father rather than the moans from the other side of the wall.
"Darling, is everything alright?"
Through the tears, I quietly whispered, "I'm fine. Where are you?"
Silence.
I repeated myself.
"You know I can't tell you."
"You promised! You said we would get the fucker together as a family! Why did you leave them?" I was upset, my dad knew it. He didn't even tell me to watch my language because our family was accustomed to it.
He sighed. "Casey, I know I did, but I'm searching. I think I found a pattern. They've similar cases like yours, where a child loses his or her mother on their six month birthday."
"What does that mean?"
"I think he's trying to find something. An army, I don't know, Casey. I'm not even sure whether or not it is completely true. Some of these kids' mothers didn't die from a fire. They died, but some not the same way as..."
It fitted. I answered slightly calmer, "He trying to through hunters off. A pattern that can't lead to anything because each of his murders are slightly different, he's playing."
"Cassandra, I have to go. Don't tell your brothers that you've been able to reach me. I've been screening their calls and only turning this phone on sometimes. Take care of yourself."
I screamed, "No. Dad, don't hang," he dropped the call, "up."
My mind was going insane. There were other kids like me. What was this demon playing at? And, what did he get out of killing innocent women and leaving their children okay. I threw my pillow across the room from pure agitation. There was a knock on my door and he called my name lowly, slightly worried. I didn't answer. I grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and removed his shirt, replacing it with a tight, black hoodie. The knocking grew louder as did his voice, but I continued to ignore him. I walked to my window and lifted myself through the window. I left it open before balancing myself on the rooftop. I glanced down, noticing the ladder that was like an ornament to the side of the house. I climbed down.
On the ground, I walked away from the house. My cell phone in hand, I knew my dad didn't want me to call my brothers and tell them that I contacted him. I wasn't going to do this, but I was still going to call my brothers. I dialed Sam's number, but he didn't pick up. I groaned and dialed Dean's, hoping Dean was done with whatever he was doing before when he butt dialed me.
"Hello," his voice exasperated.
Uncertain, I lowly greeted him. He seemed slightly shocked. And, when I told him about what happened moments ago, Dean was forced to explain to me about Sam being possessed by a god damn demon. I heard a female voice on the other line and questioned him about it. Apparently, Jo Harvelle, the girl who seemed to have snatched my brother's heart was with him, helping him. I teased him slightly and received a gruff and stern shut the hell up. I laughed. He was forced to hang up on me after I told him that he better kill the son of a bitch demon.
I exhaled tiredly when I heard the dial tone. Swiftly, I pulled myself back up into my bedroom. I took out of my laptop and began my research. After an hour, I found a lot of information, but wondered whether or not this was the real deal or some superstitious fools trying to make some bucks and scare people. I checked the clock, it was a little too late to call someone, but knowing the hunter way, they didn't sleep until they were drunk. Hopefully, my father's friend would help me out slightly.
"Hello?"
"Bobby? Bobby Singer?"
"Who's askin'?"
I thought about it for a second, before shaking my head. "This is Casey Winchester, John Winchester's daughter."
"Winchester, huh? What do ya need?"
He seemed slightly drunk, but still able to answer. Hopefully, he was still able to answer. My hand grazed through my brown locks as I clicked on the page I was using.
"What do you know about demonic possession?"
He seemed completely caught off guard. He roughly asked through his drunken haze, "A hunter that doesn't know about demonic possession, are you sure you're a Winchester?"
I rolled my eyes. "I know what it is. My question was whether or not there are ways to prevent it. The real deal, I have some info, but I'm not sure if it's true or not."
"And, John doesn't know?"
"My father isn't with me. I need this info."
"Alright, iggit. I have some stuff on it and it works. When do you think you can pop by?"
I bit my lower lip. Would Nora let me leave for a little while? "Couldn't you send it to me by e-mail? I'm not in America at the moment."
"Where are ya? Maybe there's a hunter nearby that could show you this?"
"Canada."
He barked out a laugh. "What are ya doing all the way up there, iggit? There ain't usually cases up there."
I heard another loud moan that sounded more like a cry. I quickly shifted in my bed. Bobby questioned me if I was alone.
"I'm at my father's sister's place. Her step-son is...well..."
He quickly stepped in without wanting me to go into more details. I laughed and replied that I didn't mean it like that. Derek was different. Different to me at least, but I wasn't going to tell my father's closest friend that I screwed him.
"Bobby, I found these symbols and what not. Could I send that to you by e-mail? I don't really trust many people. Dad gave all of us the contacts, but he told us that you were one of the closest friends he's ever had. I'll see if I can drop by."
"Alright then, call me if you need anythin' else Casey." We both hung up.
I laid flat on my back, my eyes closed. I was in too deep. This world of normalcy wasn't meant for me, maybe if I had left when I was younger than it would have been perfect. I think I finally understood Sam's feelings. He seemed too reluctant to return, but my brother came back at full force. I think it was mostly because he wanted revenge against the yellow-eyed demon for killing Jessica. I never got why he would kill Sam's fiancé. The demon had killed my mother after I was born, wasn't I the link between us and him? My family always paid close attention to me when I was younger. I was far quicker, smarter and clever than my brothers, it seemed weird. Sam and Dean would tease me by calling me abnormal and saying sexist jokes, but they would quiet up when I beat them at Dad's exercises.
Sometime during the night, I fell asleep. My mind still racing hoping my brothers were alright, my father too, but most importantly, I needed to know why that demon seemed to have been hovering over us the past few years.
A/N: I know it was a short chapter, but I wrote it and believed it should end like this. I think there is already so much that happens in this chapter. I couldn't possibly have added more, and then my other chapters would be boring and fillers. Hopefully, some of you won't think that Casey is a major slut for kissing Derek last chapter then Sam in this one and then sleeping with Derek... You can't help who you are attracted to.
Anyways...please Review! I only got one last chapter
