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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the CW. LWD belongs to Canadian Television. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. I'm currently working on a Supernatural\Criminal Minds crossover that will be up as soon as I can get the first two chaps finished. And Casey has her own fake i.d.'s from previous hunts.

The next morning, George turned on the t.v. in the living room in order to see if there had been any new developments.

"And in breaking news, J. Thompson High has suffered another tragedy. We'll have further details in a few minutes," the anchorwoman pronounced.

"Oh, no," George groaned. Not another one. What in the world was going on at his old school? Who had broken in? Who was committing these murders? It just---it didn't make any sense. All he wanted was for his kids to be safe. But they wouldn't be as long as some psycho was on the loose. Presently, he became aware of footsteps.

"What's going on?" he heard Casey ask.

"Wha---uh, Casey, I didn't hear you," George stammered, ignoring the question.

"Is that the news?" Casey asked, noticing that the television was on.

"Um, uh, yeah. I was just checking the weather," George responded. He couldn't let Casey know that there had been another murder. It'd probably scare her. Okay, yeah. She had seemed to handle the last one pretty well, but then again, she was only a child. And for all intents and purposes, she was his child. Casey frowned, puzzled by her stepfather's odd behavior. What's up with him? she wondered. Why was he acting so weird? Then she became aware of what the newscaster was saying.

"We bring you further details into the slaying of the night guard at J. Thompson High discovered early this morning," the woman responded.

"There was another one?" Casey questioned. Now she understood. George had seen the newscast and had gone into father mode. The thought made her feel good. She hadn't had that since her own had died when she was four. "This is bad. We need to find this freak and kill it," she continued, her eyes flashing. Before George could respond, Sam, Dean, Nora, Edwin, and Derek came into the living room.

"Hey, what's going on?" Sam wondered.

"The night watchman was killed last night. We have work to do," Casey stated.

"All right. Get your tools," Dean ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Casey replied. She went into her bedroom. Lizzie's eyes snapped open.

"I'm gonna be late!" she exclaimed, jumping out of bed.

"Calm down. You've still got time," Casey assured as she bent down to reach under her bed.

"What are you looking for?" Lizzie wondered.

"Sam, Dean, and I are goin' huntin'," Casey replied.

"Oh. 'Nuff said," Lizzie stated. Then, she continued getting ready. Casey, on the other hand, made preparations for fighting. When she felt properly armed, she went back downstairs.

"Ready?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Sir," Casey answered.

"'Sir'?" Derek echoed as Lizzie came downstairs just in time to hear the question.

"Normal response from her," the younger declared.

"So, where do we start?" Casey wondered.

"So, wait. You guys are going hunting?" Derek asked with sudden realization.

"Yep," Casey replied.

"Can I come with?" Derek questioned.

"No," Casey stated.

"But you said---" Derek began to protest.

"As far as I know, Mom and George haven't talked yet. And even if they had and given you permission to hunt, I'd still say 'no'. You're not prepared for this, and I don't need to worry about some dang rookie gettin' himself or us killed," Casey interrupted.

"Girl's got a point," Dean said.

"Whatever. Let's just smoke some clown butt," Casey declared. Sam and Dean chuckled and they headed for the driveway, their younger cousin at their heels. The three entered the Impala and took off. When they arrived at the school minutes later, they were chagrined to see that the police were still there.

"Dang," Sam said in frustration.

"It shouldn't be too hard to get in. As far as they're concerned Dean's a cop, you're a consultant, and I'm an intern," Casey reminded them.

"Oh, yeah," Dean recalled with a grin. That had been some quick thinkin' on J.H.'s part.

"Let's go then," Sam stated. With that, they grabbed some i.d.'s from the glove box, and walked up to the entrance.

"Hey, hey, whoa. You can't go in there," an officer stated.

"Officer Dean Winchester. This is my consultant and intern," Dean responded. The three quickly flashed badges, being careful not to let the officers have more than a quick look at their photos. Then they headed past them. One of the officers put a hand on Casey's wrist, earning him a raised eyebrow.

"It's pretty gruesome in there. You might wanna brace yourself," the man said somewhat condescendingly.

"We talkin' Braddock II: Missing In Action gruesome or Apocalypto gruesome?" Casey retorted. She shrugged his hand off and joined her cousins.

"Great comeback, J.H.," Dean chuckled. However, he became serious when he saw the body.

"Yikes. They really did a number on him," Casey noted as she and her cousins knelt down to study the corpse.

"You're not kidding. Stab wounds on his legs to slow him down, defensive wounds from when he tried to fight back, and like five or six jabs in the heart," Sam reported.

"Whatever this thing is, it's a sick son of a---" Casey began to say.

"Hey! Language!" Dean interrupted chidingly. The trio stood up and headed for the funhouse.

"Can't wait to kill these things," Sam grumbled.

"I hear that," Casey agreed. Once they were in the attraction, they made sure they were together. Each knew how dangerous it was to let the enemy isolate you from your backup.

"I don't get it. How are they doing it if it's not a Rakshasas?" Sam wondered as he used the EMF to scan the place.

"That's a good question," Dean stated. A sharp whine filled the air. As one, Sam, Casey, and Dean turned. They stared at the life size clown.

"We have a winner," Casey declared.