"Second Chances: Outtakes"
This belongs to my "SECOND CHANCES" Universe where Casey is Nora's niece and younger sister to Sam and Dean Winchester.
A/N #1: SO, for this outtake, it takes off immediately after "Surprise - Part 1" (which was supposed to take off immediately after Casey accepts Truman as a prom date in the original episode). Keep in mind, there are a very few key points that you should keep in mind for this altered episode:
a) Nora IS NOT pregnant
b) Derek and Emily go to prom as JUST FRIENDS (even though they do kiss a couple times)
c) Casey and Truman…well you're just gonna have to read to find out what exactly happened (since in the main story they aren't together)
d) Casey's prom outfit is changed but I did created a mash up picture of what she wore that could be found on my LiveJournal account, until this story's master list. So please check it out!
e) The assumption that Nora can't keep a secret…well that is definitely false since she's keeping Casey's true identity a secret
f) The announcement scene at the end after Lizzie announced her place in the city finals never happened (they were all ecstatic for Lizzie's placement that they went out to celebrate)
Disclaimer #1: I don't own Life with Derek or Supernatural. They belong to their respective owners (I thank them for creating them in the first place). Recognizable dialogue comes from the "Surprise" episode of Life with Derek. Any recognizable technology companies don't belong to me either.
Disclaimer #2: The following character is of my creation: Devon McCloud
A/N #2: This 'story' will contain the LWD episodes that I have tweaked to help fit better into my "SECOND CHANCES" Universe where Casey is different from her 'series self'. They will not be in order of when the episode was filmed but it's in the order on which is referred in my original story "Second Chances".
Reference to "Second Chances": What happens in this has not been thought of or mentioned in the main story yet but I had planned for it to be referred to at Jason's grad party. PREMATURE POSTING!
Reference to Life With Derek Episodes: "Surprise" (obviously), "Make No Prom-ises", "The Poxfather", "Truman's Last Chance", "The Wedding", "Just Friends", "Tuesday Afternoon Fever" and "Not So Sweet 16" (outtake version).
Reference to Supernatural Episodes (quotes or outfits): "Pilot" (bitch/jerk) and "After School Special" (flashback).
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"Surprise – Part 2"
[Wed. June 23, 2004]
Derek was still shocked by Casey's attitude and choice of words but he couldn't help but feel proud that she had dealt with Truman on her own. Not how I had pictured but still, it's a hell of a step up. When he heard Truman wince and the sound of Casey's heels receding, he quietly cursed to himself as he remembered her parting words before he sprinted back to the cafeteria. She can't go home alone…
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Derek rushed back to the cafeteria in search for Emily, his date. When he quickly burst through the doors, he noticed that most of the seniors were dancing to the upbeat tempo and he was a little worried that Emily might be in that dancing crowd. He quickly scanned the room, until his eyes finally spotted her by the long dessert table. He quickly made his way towards her, hoping that he wasn't too late in catching up with Casey.
"Hey Em, I hate to do this but I have to go." Derek rushed out, a little out of breath.
Emily's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? Why?" She quickly asked, noticing Derek's need to rush off.
Derek inhaled before he moved a little closer to Emily, making sure that she could hear him over the music. "Long story short; on my way out of the bathroom, I came across Casey and Truman arguing. One thing led to another and now she's planning on heading home alone."
Emily nodded in understanding. "Oh right, we came in the limo."
Derek nodded his head. "Exactly and I'll get into a shitload of trouble if I let her go alone. So I'll go, and then come back with my car-" Derek tried to justify his motives for some reason, even he didn't know exactly why he had this need to make sure that Casey had gotten home safe.
Emily smiled when he mentioned going after Casey. He does care about his stepsister. She couldn't help but interrupt him. "Derek, just go. I get it."
Derek was hesitant as he looked for any signs that she was lying. He remembered Casey's words from the hallway about it being Emily's dream to go to prom with him. She can't be okay with me leaving her now, even if we are just friends. "You sure?" He couldn't help but question her.
Emily chuckled a bit. "She's my best friend and your stepsister. Keeping her safe is important." She honestly stated. Derek may be my date but Casey's safety should triumph over something as trivial as that. She thought to herself.
Derek shrugged before he bent down to kiss Emily on the cheek. "Alright. I owe you." He stated as he started to back away, slowly, from her.
Emily smiled as she waved his statement off. "No worries, it's what friends do for each other right?" With all the kissing and couple's stuff she got to do with Derek that night, Emily still knew that they were just friends and that he was just giving her a proper prom night as if she did go with her boyfriend, who she had broken up with at the beginning of the week.
Derek nodded. "Right." He stated back before he waved goodbye and headed for the main entrance to the school.
It was moments after Derek had left did Emily notice Truman's return to the party while gingerly rubbing his jaw. Emily's brow furrowed in more confusion. Wonder what happened with him?
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Casey strode down the final hallway that would lead her to the school's main entrance, causing her to pass the scene where the professional photographer was set up as well as the ticket booth they had approached earlier. Casey was just moments away from leaving the school when a voice stopped her.
"Miss?" The voice called out to Casey, causing her to pause in her step, forcing her to turn around.
"Yes?" Casey politely answered as she saw an older woman stand from behind the ticket booth. She's not a teacher. The hunter thought to herself before the woman's voice snapped Casey out of her thoughts.
"Uh, the party's this way." The older woman stated with a sweet smile as she pointed towards the doors that led to the cafeteria, where Casey could still hear the music blaring.
Casey gave the older woman a small smile. "I'm a little partied out. I was just gonna head home." She stated as she nodded towards the front entrance.
The woman's smile turned into a frown and the young hunter could see the slight worry on the woman's face. "So soon?"
Casey sighed. "Yeah, seems like it." She gently replied as she played off the part of a tired teenager.
"Okay, well, don't forget your photo and your prom gift bag." The woman stated as she sat back down and rummaged behind the table to grab the mentioned prom gift bag.
Casey slowly walked to the woman's booth to find that all the pictures taken earlier where laid out on the table so that the students could claim them after the event. She quickly skimmed the table until she found the seven photos that the group had taken when they had first arrived. She found the one with Ralph and Amanda, another of Sam and Kendra, one of Emily and Derek, a bunch of the whole group together in different poses and then she finally spotted the one of her and Derek.
Casey picked up the photo and she couldn't help but smile at the picture. Derek had his arm around her waist, while she had the arm away from him placed on her hip and she was surprised to see that both of them had smiles on their faces. (A/N: Same pose that Michael and Ashley had for the "Make No Prom-ises" episode when they were backstage yet still in costume).
The youngest Winchester looked up to the woman, who handed her the gift bag, and she gave her a nod. "Thank you."
The woman smiled and before Casey was able to place the photo into her gift bag, the woman caught a glimpse of it. "That is a beautiful picture. You two must be happy together." The woman beamed at the sight of what she assumed was a happy couple in the picture.
Casey gave a small smile as her chest tightened at the comment. "I wish." She whispered before faking a cheerful smile for the woman. "Have a good night." She said as she slowly stepped back towards the front entrance.
"You too dear!" The woman called out to Casey just after she had turned to head outside.
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Derek had sprinted out of the side entrance of the cafeteria and was just about to come to the hallway where they had taken the professional photos. Just when he entered the hallway, he saw one of the volunteers for the evening sitting at the ticket booth from earlier.
Derek quickly approached the table, making sure not to scare the older woman. "Excuse me?"
The older woman looked up and smiled at Derek. "Yes?"
"Did a brunette wearing a blue halter dress walk by here by any chance?" Derek asked a little hopeful that the woman had seen Casey walk by since this was the only way out of the school that wasn't locked.
The older woman beamed a smile as she remembered the young lady moments ago. "Oh, yes, she's a beautiful young lady. It's a shame she had to cut her night short." The woman commented, a little sad that a beautiful girl like Casey wouldn't be able to enjoy the night like the rest of her classmates.
Derek resisted the urge to jump for joy at the news that the volunteer had seen Casey. "I know." He couldn't deny the lady's comment about Casey looking beautiful. She looked amazing. He shook away the thought once it formed in his mind. He turned his attention back to the volunteer, focusing on the task at hand. "How long ago?" He politely asked even if he was becoming a bit impatient.
The volunteer made an attempt to check her watch. "Actually not that long, maybe about five minutes or so. She went out the front." She explained; glad to help the young man in any way.
"Thank you." Derek smiled at the older woman, dazzling her just a bit. Why does that smile seem familiar? The older woman wondered.
Derek started sprinting down the hallway causing the older woman to snap out of her thoughts. "Wait, don't forget-" She called down the hallway as she immediately stood up from her seat but she didn't get to finish.
"I'm coming back later!" Derek shouted back when he was halfway to the front entrance.
The volunteer sighed as she slumped back into her seat. She couldn't help but wonder why the young man's smile was familiar when she was sure she never met him before. It was when she spotted a picture did it all click into place for her. It was only a group shot but two of its occupants caught the volunteer's attention, bringing her back to the photo she had commented on when the young lady picked up her photo.
The older woman gasped as she looked to the front entrance. He's going after his girl. She smiled at the thought, hoping that the young couple got their happy ending.
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It was a clear and starry night when she finally exited the school. Casey couldn't help but smile at the beautiful sky; calming her down immediately. Even though Casey had the urge to just walk home so that she'd have a longer time to clear her head, her feet and mind had other options. She knew her feet would be killing her in the morning if she walked all the way home in her heels and her mind was telling her to just call for a ride.
Casey sighed as she chose to go with her brain and call for a ride. She took out the phone Derek had given her and she saw that she had a text message from Lizzie. She opened it and saw that the parents had cut their evening short and had decided to take the younger kids out to a drive-in movie. Lucky them. Casey thought to herself before she dialed for the operator to patch her through to a cab company. Once Casey had finished the call, she switched phones and started to dial a number that she was happy to have memorized. She started pacing a bit while she waited for the call to be picked up before she decided to walk to the end of the parking lot, so that the cab didn't have to come all the way in when he came.
She was only a few steps away from the front door of the school when she heard the very familiar greeting. "Hey Case. What's up?"
Casey huffed. "Ever know someone that punched their own date at their prom?" She questioned, trying not to break out in a fit of giggles as the scene of her punching Truman replayed in her mind.
Dean Winchester burst out laughing, knowing that's exactly what his little sister had done.
"What happened?" Dean finally questioned, after his laughter died down enough for him to talk.
Casey sighed, hoping she wasn't going to get a lecture from Dean. It hasn't even been a week since I told him I was dating Truman. "Jerk of an ex wanted to get back together with me." She nonchalantly stated, hoping that her big brother couldn't tell by her voice that it had ended badly between her and Truman.
Dean quirked his eyebrow. "Truman? Since when has he been your ex?" Dean looked to Sam, who was unpacking what he needed for the night from his duffel bag. Both brothers knew about what happened at the party in Toronto thanks to Nora's call but Dean wasn't sure if he should tell Casey that he knew. Sam had given him a 'don't tell' look causing Dean to sigh. "What did he do?"
"He became my ex when I saw him kissing Vicky." Casey grumbled to her brother as she started walking to the end of the parking lot, like she planned to earlier.
It was at this point that Derek exited the school, looking around the parking lot for his stepsister. Where is she? He was getting worried that she had already left but that feeling went away when he spotted her walking towards the parking lot's entrance. His brow furrowed in confusion when he noticed that she was on her cell phone. Who would she be talking to if everyone's inside? His curiosity took over as he decided to listen in and find out for himself who she was talking to, since he knew that she wouldn't tell him if he'd asked. Derek hid behind the bushes as he made his way towards Casey.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the phone, Dean made a choking sound, causing his brother to look at him curiously. "Cousin Vicky?" Dean asked incredulously. Aunt Nora didn't mention that.
"Yup, seems like she has practically kissed everyone that I've ever had a crush on in the past four years." She complained with irritation. At least she didn't kiss Devon; he knows to stay away from her.
Dean couldn't help but agree with Casey's source of irritation. None of the Winchesters liked their cousin Victoria very much and that was only after meeting her twice in their lifetime. They weren't really fond of their Aunt Fiona either and all three of them understood why Nora was their father's favorite sister.
Dean didn't know what to say. "Wow, Vicky is a lot worse than me…" Dean couldn't help but comment on that. Dean knew he was a womanizing flirt but he never went after taken woman, unlike their cousin who seemed to go after taken guys even if they were dating a relative of hers. A thought suddenly occurred to the older Winchester. "Wait, did she kiss…" Dean trailed off, wondering if their darling cousin had kissed his sister's crush on a certain Venturi.
Casey groaned, not wanting to think about the moment she found out that Derek and Vicky had kissed at Aunt Fiona's wedding. "Yup, seems like he doesn't care that they are step-cousins, if that is even a label." She rambled but Dean didn't mind, he was still trying to process that bit of information about their cousin. Shouldn't that be a sign that Derek wouldn't mind kissing Casey too? He couldn't help but contemplate the issue in his head.
Dean cleared his mind as he placed the pieces together. "Wait how the hell did you end up going to prom with your cheating ex?" Dean questioned curiously, wondering how that was even possible if she hated the guy's guts enough to dump him on the weekend.
Sam's head snapped up when he heard his brother's words. "WHAT?" Sam's reaction was clearly heard over the phone and he was nowhere near Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. "Quit interrupting Sammy, I'll tell you later…" Sam huffed at the brush off causing Dean to smirk. "Well Case?"
"Derek." Casey sneered out the name of her pseudo-stepbrother/major crush just as she got to the end of the curb.
Derek froze (finally close enough to hear her) when he heard Casey say his name, in fear that he had gotten caught yet he was confused since she didn't give him any indication that she had acknowledged his presence.
Dean groaned after hearing his name. "What'd he do now?" How much more torture is my sister going to have to endure because of this guy? He couldn't help but question himself.
Casey wanted to rub her hand over her face in exhaustion but she didn't want to smear her makeup. "I was going to go with my friend Emily since we're both dateless but then Derek goes and asks Emily out and he then tells Truman to ask me out so that he could get Emily to himself." She explains in one breath, impressing both Dean and Derek.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "This kid better be worth it Casey otherwise, I have no reason not to pound him when I meet him…" Dean took a deep breath, which helped calm the older hunter down. Sam quirked an eyebrow at his brother's antics; wondering what it was their sister had told Dean. "Sorry you were dateless in the first place." Dean expressed his sympathy, knowing for events like those, girls didn't like going dateless. I know Casey could handle going stag but it must still suck.
Casey sighed. "It's fine…I probably would have had a lot more fun if I went with you or Sammy." The youngest Winchester suggested with a shrug. She always had a great time with her brothers whenever they went out to have some fun, so why would prom be any different?
Dean smirked. "You would've had more fun at prom with your brothers than with someone you like?" He asked skeptically which caused Sam to laugh.
Casey shrugged. "Might as well if I can't have the one I like and my other option's in Toronto but I haven't spoken to him in a long time. Besides no one would know who you were." She reasoned with Dean since she couldn't have Derek or Devon as her date, she might as well have Dean or Sam as one since she knew for a fact she'd automatically have a great time with them. In the back of her mind, she kind of hoped that Dean didn't make any connections to Devon, even though she had mentioned him in her emails when she was in Toronto. Does he still remember my emails about Devon?
That comment caught Derek's attention as he now wondered who the guy she liked was and who the identity of the Toronto guy was. Is it just me, or does Casey have a lot more male friends than I had originally thought?
On the other side of the phone, Dean nodded his head in understanding, completely skipping over the comment about her Toronto option. "True. Just tell the boy Case, before it's too late." Dean was against the idea of her telling Derek but he knew that she needed to, for her own piece of mind at least.
Casey fought the tears that threatened to fall once again; unsure why she always felt the need to cry every time she talked about those feelings she had towards Derek with her brothers. Maybe it's because they are the only ones I can talk to about them. She reasoned with herself. She started pacing along the curb, hoping that the distraction could help her stop the tears from forming.
"I can't." Her voice wavered a bit against her own will and unfortunately for her, Dean and Derek noticed. Derek found himself getting concerned for his stepsister, wondering what the other half of the phone call was about since she wasn't upset a moment ago.
Dean sighed. "Casey, we've been through this. There is obviously something there. It was obvious for us when you danced together so just, I don't know, work off of that." He struggled a bit to get his point across but once the words finally left his mouth, he couldn't believe what he was suggesting and neither could his siblings.
Casey stared wide eyed at the sky as she paused in her pacing, thinking that maybe she had gotten Dean's message wrong. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Dean could hear the shock in her voice and he couldn't really blame her.
Dean groaned at the situation he'd put himself in. "Usually I wouldn't utter the words to you but…this situation seems to need some emergency advice." Dean scratched the back of his neck, nervously. Already, this is a bad idea! He thought to himself and by the way Sam was looking at him, he knew his brother thought the same thing.
Casey was clearly amused by her brother's discomfort on the subject. "Really now? And what, pray tell, did you have in mind?" Her sour mood was completely forgotten over the prospect of hearing her brother's plan as she continued her pacing.
Derek took note of the attitude change in his stepsister and he desperately wanted to know what was being said on the other line. He was tempted to just go up to her and place his ear up against her phone but he knew that would never do. He was fortunate that while she was pacing he could see her facial expressions half the time and that she hadn't noticed that he was hiding in the bushes.
Dean smirked into the phone; glad to know that his sister wasn't almost on the verge of tears like she was a few moments ago. Job well done Dean! He gave himself a little praise before he spoke. "Just turn on the Winchester charm, Baby Girl. He'll be putty in your hands like the ladies are in mine and Sammy's hands, if he ever chooses to use it." He explained with the usual quip at the end which earned him a combined scoff and eye roll from his brother and a humorous laugh from his sister.
"Don't think Sam would use it like you do D." Casey finally got out after she stifled her laugh. Derek remained hidden as he was simply amazed by how easily Casey could go through so many emotions in one phone call. It made the teenager even more curious as to who it was his stepsister was talking to so freely.
Dean's face scrunched up in thought before he looked to Sam with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're right but I gotta admit, he's got his own spunk with the ladies." Dean ended off with a chuckle causing Sam to shake his head in mock annoyance.
Casey was left speechless by Dean's words causing her to freeze in her step once again. Casey was so use to Dean's teasing about Sam's dating ability and hearing a compliment was a shocker for the youngest Winchester. "Wow, I never thought I'd hear you say that." She stated in slight amazement.
Dean's eyes narrowed, not liking what she was implying. I don't always rag on Sam. He defended himself in his head. "Shut up."
Casey gasped. "Jerk." Amusement was evident in the young hunter's voice.
Derek's eyes widened when he heard his stepsister say the name he's heard her call him so many times yet in such a different way. He had seen the playful amusement on her face during the moment and he was still in shock. Since when does she find amusement in calling someone a jerk? She's usually pissed when she calls someone that.
Dean smirked at the familiar name with old memories coming back of just the three of them. "Princess." He playfully sneered at his sister, like he always did whenever they had their bitch/jerk/princess moments. Although, Casey tends to switch the two names around sometimes, depending on which one fits her attitude. Dean was amused by the thought.
"Am not!" She retorted back instantly. She usually wouldn't fight against the name during these moments but ever since Derek started calling her that nickname, it made her feel something else when it stopped coming out as an insult from her crush's lips.
Sam could see the amused expression on his brother's face. "You're dressed up right now, aren't you?" Dean argued back.
Casey groaned, knowing that he had a point. "Shut up."
Dean laughed. "That's what I thought."
She slowly started her pacing again, kicking whatever pebble got in her way. "I hate you." She grumbled into the phone but both Winchesters knew that she didn't mean it.
"No you don't. You know you love me and you miss me too." Dean teased, knowing that his sister was just blowing off some steam.
Casey sighed. "Yeah, I miss you. Happy?" She sassed back causing Dean to smirk at her response. He knew that if they were face to face during this conversation, she would be glaring at him at the moment due to his need to be right.
"Extremely." Dean bit back sarcastically.
Casey rolled her eyes. "You know you can be a pain in the ass sometimes." She playfully pointed out like she used to in the past. She loved her brother to death but sometimes, he was just too much to handle.
Dean laughed at the statement. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black Case." Dean always found that comment amusing since him and Casey were similar in so many ways and she knew it too.
Casey smirked. "I guess we really are two peas in a pod then, huh D." Even though Dean could be a bit overbearing at times, she knew she'd never want her brother to change and having that weird dream after her emergency appendectomy just proved it. I wouldn't want my brother any other way.
"You know it." He instantly agreed causing both of them to laugh. Sam watched his brother from across the room, already suspecting the type of conversation his siblings were having, since they were very familiar in their past. After a few moments, Dean cleared his throat. "So what are you going to do now? That's it for prom?"
Casey let out a huge breath as she thought of what to tell him. "Yup, gonna head home and just relax. The rest of the family went out to do something."
Derek figured that was the perfect time to make his presence known so he stepped back from the bushes and made his way towards the school entrance, so that to Casey, it looked like he just came out of the doors when he approached her. While he snuck away, Derek still couldn't get Casey's side of the conversation out of his mind. Who the hell does she talk to that she could curse at so easily?
On the phone, Dean was a little worried about her plan. "You're not walking home alone, are you? Isn't it dark there?" He questioned, since it was pretty late where him and Sam were staying and he knew for a fact he was in the same time zone as his sister. In a few days, we'll be in the same city as her. He mused to himself.
"Actually I-" Casey was about to tell Dean about the cab she called but she was interrupted when she heard someone calling her name. She ignored her brother's question of who called her out as she turned towards the school entrance to find the answer to Dean's question. She saw a tall figure approach her and once some of the streetlights' rays shone on her visitor, the young hunter realized that it was Derek. "It's Derek." She answered back into the phone as Derek quickly approached, now able to hear everything on her side of the conversation once again. "I better go. I'll call when I get home if you want."
Dean smirked at the thought of Derek entering the scene. "Its fine, just text me or call Sam. I'm going back to bed." He told her, looking at his bed longingly since he's had a very long day, what with ending the hunt and immediately hitting the road afterwards so they could head up North to the Canadian border.
Casey bit her lip, guiltily. "Oh, sorry if I woke you." She apologized, knowing how tiring a hunt can be and add on Dean's need to always be the driver of his beloved car. He needs all the sleep he can get!
Dean held back a yawn. "Nah, just checked into a motel actually." He reassured her, not wanting his sister to feel guilty for something she had nothing to do with.
Casey nodded her head, both at Dean's statement and at Derek for finally approaching her. "Okay, you both take care."
"Will do. Love you." The need to tell his sister that he loved her at the end of each call was becoming more of a habit than he realized. Usually she initiates those sentimental goodbyes. He mused to himself.
Casey smiled. "Love you too. Night." Derek quirked an eyebrow at his stepsister out of curiosity, which caused the young hunter to blush just a bit. She had nothing to be embarrassed about but she just never had Derek in her presence when she uttered those words to her brothers. Not true, there was that time in the hospital. She mentally reminded herself.
"Night." Dean grumbled before he ended the call and flopped lazily onto his bed before retelling the full conservation to a patient Sam.
Casey closed her phone and immediately placed it into her clutch bag. When she looked up to face her pseudo-stepbrother, he was still giving her his amused smirk that was accompanied with that eyebrow quirk of his. "What?" She questioned, slightly annoyed at the fact that he was staring at her like that, as if he was trying to figure something out.
Derek gave an amused chuckle. "Nothing. Just wondering who you were on the phone with." He innocently replied, noticing the additional bag that she didn't have when they arrived.
Casey crossed her arms. "It's none of your business." She bit back instantly, kind of relieved that she could release her frustration over her encounter with Truman through a fight with Derek.
Derek scoffed at the familiar retort. "Really?" She glared at him which just pushed him on, since he always found it amusing to rile Casey up. "New boyfriend Case? Because if you ask me-" He quipped, remembering her goodbye to the mystery caller as well as ignoring the tugging he felt in his chest when he first heard her say it.
Casey rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I didn't." She commented even though she knew he'd ignore her.
Derek, as expected, continued as if she hadn't spoken. "I'm glad you've moved on from Truman…" Casey raised an eyebrow at his statement; prompting Derek to finish with a shrug. "…but isn't it a little quick for you to be using the l-word with him?" He teased just a bit, hoping to get something about this guy from her. He must be some guy since she's never mentioned the l-word to Sam, Max and thankfully not to Truman.
Casey gave him an incredulous look. I can't believe he's commenting on this. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. What's it to you?" She didn't want to get her hopes up that there might be more into his interest on her telling someone else that she loved them, even if Derek didn't know that it was her brother and not a boyfriend that she was saying it to.
Derek shrugged; the amusement still present in his attitude. "Nothing, just don't say I didn't warn you when it all comes crashing down when you scare the poor guy away." He told her in a tone that implied that he was always right.
Casey rolled her eyes before she gave Derek a smirk that rivaled his own. "If you hadn't noticed Derek, he's the one who said it first moments ago. And I'm not worried." She stated, avoiding the fact that she didn't clarify to the teenager who it was she was speaking with.
"And why's that?"
Casey turned from her pseudo-stepbrother to the open road, just in time to notice a car turn onto the street leading to the school. "Just know that I'm not worried. So why are you out here?" All teasing was gone when she asked Derek, who tensed at the question. She wasn't looking at him but she did see his body stiffen out of the corner of her eye.
Derek crossed his arms as he continued to look at his stepsister. "Quit dodging Case." He needed to move the conversation away from what she wanted to know. He really hadn't come up with what to tell her just yet.
Casey smiled when she saw the car from earlier slowing down as it approached them. "I'm not dodging and you could either answer-" She stated as she turned to look at him. "-or I could leave since that's my ride." She nodded towards the now parked cab that was a few feet away from them.
When Derek didn't say anything, Casey started walking towards the cab, which seemed to grab Derek's attention.
"Wait, you're really leaving?" He questioned, slightly panicked for reasons he didn't understand, causing Casey to pause at the cab's side.
She turned to look at him, a sad smile on her face. "I'm not in the mood to party Derek."
He didn't want to argue but he didn't want her to end her night either. After all the hard work she's put into the year, she deserved to party the most just like everyone else was doing inside. "Does it have to do with Truman?"
She could hear the concern in his voice, which shocked her more than the question itself. "Wh-why would you say that?" Casey swallowed the lump in her throat, a little worried that her encounter with Truman might have had an audience.
Derek shrugged as he tried to figure out in his mind what truth he could use. I can't let her know that I was spying. "I saw him come back without you. Figured something might have happened with the way he was acting." Derek delivered it perfectly to the point that even Casey figured that it was the truth.
She sighed. "Oh."
Derek tilted his head to the side, a little concerned for her dejected behavior. "You okay?"
She nodded her head at Derek when she noticed the cab driver stepping out of his car. "I'm fine. I better go." She told Derek before giving the cab driver an apologetic smile for keeping him waiting. Casey wasn't expecting her driver to be a very young man, who she estimated was maybe a few years older than her. Maybe this is his job while he goes through school. She mused to herself before she smiled at the young man once again.
The driver gave her a beaming smile. "You ready to go Miss?" He questioned politely as he looked between Casey and Derek, assuming that she was just saying goodbye to her date.
Casey nervously bit her lip. "Yes, sorry."
The driver shook his head. "It's alright. I should apologize for the delay. I've been getting a lot of calls for prom pick ups." He explained before he made his way to the other side, to assist his lovely customer with her door, like a gentleman.
Casey nods her head in understanding. "Ah, I get it." She gave an appreciative smile when the driver opened the back door for her. Casey was about to step inside before she turned to Derek. "Have a good night Derek."
Derek didn't like this one bit. He saw the secret looks that the driver was giving Casey when she wasn't looking and it didn't help that she was looking more appealing than usual. Every fiber in Derek's being was telling him not to let Casey leave with this cab driver. What do I do?
"Can I come with?" Derek found the words coming out of his mouth before it registered in his brain what he was asking.
Casey had a shocked expression on her face when she faced him again. "What?"
Derek shrugged as if he asked her that everyday. "Well Dad and Nora won't be too thrilled if they find out I left you alone in your time of need."
Casey's hands immediately landed on her hips as she stared Derek down. "Since when do you do what Mom and George want?"
Derek scoffed, as if the very question was ridiculous, but he still ended up telling her a half-truth. "I also need my car and I rather not walk."
Casey rolled her eyes. "Could've just said that." He didn't have to explain himself to her, she already decided when he asked that she'd let him come along since she didn't really want to be alone yet but she wasn't going to tell him that. It amused her to know that at least his replies didn't disappoint her since she kind of expected them now; one to try to pull off that he cared and the second one, which he would have cracked down and told her, was his real selfish motive. He could go with either response, she didn't really care because she knew that on some level, he did care and he just had a hard time showing it (and she knew that).
Derek smirked. "Whatever Princess." Casey laughed.
"Hop in." She nodded her head towards the cab, prompting Derek to approach the back door while the young man went to the driver's seat. Casey gave the driver their address once Derek was settled in and it wasn't long before they took off down the road.
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The cab drive back to the McDonald-Venturi household was a silent one, aside from the faint music that emanated from the cab's radio. The young cab driver kept taking quick glances into his rear-view mirror to look at the beautiful young lady and her companion in the back seat. The cab driver knew that if her companion hadn't joined her, he would have definitely pulled the moves out on her during their drive, hoping to maybe get a number from her when the drive was done. He still would have done so if he hadn't seen the looks the guy was giving to the girl and to himself; a look to him that told him to back off but to the girl, it looked like he was concerned for the brunette. Wonder what their story is? The young cab driver couldn't help but wonder as he drove towards their destination.
Casey could handle the silence in the car, she was use to it. It was the slight throbbing in her right hand that she was having trouble with. She tried to rub the offending injury, trying not to alert Derek to anything being wrong but the young hunter could still feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. She didn't know why he was all of a sudden giving her all his attention. Why's Derek acting like this?
Derek had noticed the cab driver's glances towards his stepsister and once again, he had this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling slightly changed when he saw Casey rubbing her hand a bit tenderly and he couldn't help but internally wince. She must have put a hell of a lot of power into that punch. He thought to himself before he figured out a way to distract her from the pain.
Derek clicked his tongue against his teeth. "So if you have a new boyfriend Case then why agree to go with Truman?" Derek asked nonchalantly as if they always talked about each other's exes so freely, which they didn't.
Casey rolled her eyes before she turned her attention from her hand to the boy sitting beside her. He's not going to forget my phone call to Dean is he? "Would me saying that you and Emily pestering me to go with him be reason enough?" She quipped hoping it was enough of a truth for Derek.
Derek chuckled in amusement before his smirk graced his lips. "Try again."
Guess not. Casey thought as she sighed. Casey looked down at her hands, now playing with the charm bracelet that meant so much to her. "He's not my boyfriend. He's just a guy that I really care about, who's also away on a trip." She explained truthfully yet that explanation could also work if it had been Devon who she was talking to, not Dean.
Derek tilted his head, a little surprised at how truthful the confession sounded. "You care about him enough to love him?" Derek didn't know why, but he needed to know the answer. It's like this missing piece to the mysterious Casey puzzle he's been trying to figure out since he met her and only just recently, did the puzzle's difficulty level increase without any warning.
Casey could feel Derek's eyes on her but she didn't dare look him in the eye. "There's many different types of love out there Derek." She said with a small smile on her face as her left hand played with the charms on the silver bracelet. Derek didn't know what to say but he diverted his eyes to where Casey's attention was directed at and he saw her play with the bracelet. If he looked closely enough, he could see that her right thumb was twirling the silver ring that was on her right ring finger. Is she implying that she loves the one who had given her those two accessories that she can't seem to go a day without wearing?
The young cab driver, although disappointed, couldn't help but shed a secret smile from the conversation between his passengers. There's definitely more than meets the eye with these two. He thought just as he was pulling onto their appointed street.
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Once the cab pulled up to the McDonald-Venturi household, Derek was immediately out of the car, causing Casey to laugh while she rummaged in her clutch bag for some cash. She already knew that Derek wasn't going to pay.
Casey, still in the back seat, handed the young man what she owed him and a very generous tip. "Keep the change…for the extra passenger." She explained as she placed the bills into his hands.
The cab driver took the money, did a quick count before looking back at Casey with wide eyes. "There's no need Miss."
Casey smiled a smile that would cause anyone to melt and do what she wanted. "It's my pleasure. Good luck with the rest of your night." She stated as she slid across the back seat to the door that Derek was surprisingly waiting by.
The young cab driver chuckled, yet very grateful for the generous tip. "Will do. Have fun."
Casey smirked at the driver. "Yeah, night." She bid him farewell before Derek offered his hand to help her out of the cab. He avoided her eyes as he helped her out of the cab before shutting the cab door behind her and heading towards the house. Casey stood a little dumbfounded at Derek's behavior before following after him, forgetting about the cab that took off to its next pick up.
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"You know you don't have to wait for me to get inside before you go." Casey stated as she searched for her house keys that were inside her clutch bag, now that both she and Derek were at the front door.
Derek shrugged, still avoiding eye contact with his stepsister. "Actually, I do." He was still confused about what had possessed him to act like such a gentleman moments ago. Was it to put a show on for that driver? Maybe that's it. Derek wondered as Casey fumbled with the things in her tiny bag.
Casey stilled her actions as she looked to her fellow senior. "Seriously, Derek I'll be fine if you go now." She explained before finding the key ring that she needed. The young hunter couldn't take being near Derek when he was like this. He was being openly nice towards her and that confused her even more. It was hard enough for her to hide her feelings but if he kept being this kind towards her, she was afraid that she was going to slip up.
Derek finally looked at Casey, with a smirk on his face. "It's not that, my keys are inside."
"Oh." She felt kind of stupid. It was such a Derek thing to forget his keys when he knew that she always had hers. He probably left them at home thinking that I'd be with him when we returned home later. She thought to herself as she placed her key into the keyhole to unlock the front door.
Derek scratched the back of his neck, nervously. "Don't know why I'm saying this but I'm sorry…about Truman…again." He didn't know why he felt the need to apologize but Derek kind of felt like it was his fault that she was ending her night early. If I hadn't told Truman to go ask Casey out to prom, then he wouldn't have been at prom with her and then the chances of them having that encounter they had would have been…well, I'm not sure. Would they still have had that face off? Derek wondered to himself. It was the click of the door that snapped him out of his thoughts.
Casey removed her key from the keyhole before opening the door and walking in. "Its fine. I got to mingle, dance and have fun all before he showed up and tried to be my date." She explained as she searched for the light switch.
Derek followed her inside a few moments afterwards, closing the door behind him. "Yeah. Where is everyone?" He questioned as he looked around the quiet house, remembering that his younger siblings should still be here.
Casey took a seat in one of the chairs by the door as she started to undo the straps on her heels. "Lizzie texted me, saying Mom and George came home early and took them out to the drive-in movies." She informed him as he looked at the table closest to the door, in the little dish where the family usually kept their keys if they happened to be misplaced.
"That explains the silence." He commented before he frowned. His keys weren't in the dish like he had hoped. He silently groaned to himself. They're probably in the kitchen or my room.
Casey finally detached herself from her heels before she stood up, relieved. Those things hurt like hell! "Yeah. Uh, thanks for keeping me company Derek. You didn't have to." She stated a little nervously as she made her way towards the stairs, heels in hand as she purposely avoided making eye contact with him.
Derek looked up from the dish to see Casey's retreating form. "No problem, it's what f-family's for, right?" He smirked even though he knew that she heard him stumble on the same word once again. For some reason, if doesn't feel right if I apply that word to Casey. Why is that?
Casey stopped her quest to her room and turned to look at Derek, an amused expression on her face. "Still can't say family when it involves me now, can you?" She quipped even though she too couldn't associate the word with Derek. I can say it but I never truly mean it. Derek will never be family to me, not in the way that Sam and Dean are to me. She elaborated in her mind.
Derek smirked. "If you ask me, it's an improvement. Before I couldn't even utter the word when it came to you." He teased, causing her to laugh.
"That's true." She managed to get out through her fits of laughter.
Although Derek was amused by her laughter, he was confused as to what brought it on. "Why you laughing?"
Casey shrugged as she tried to calm herself down. "Just realized that I don't really care whether you acknowledge me as family or not." She honestly stated, surprising both of them.
Derek gaped a bit before finding his voice. "Well that's a first."
Casey shook her head, not believing that she had said that. "Yeah, tell me about it." She started rummaging through her clutch bag once again for her phone and Bluetooth piece prior to putting her clutch bag inside her gift bag before looking back at Derek. "Anyways have a fun night at prom Derek." She bid him farewell before she climbed the stairs to her room.
Derek tilted his head to the side as he watched her leave. "Thanks. Uh Case?" He called out to her, just realizing something that he needed to address.
Casey paused on the stairs, halfway up as she held the banister with her left hand while her shoes and gift bag were in her right hand. "Yeah?"
"Don't-" Casey turned to face him as she gave a sad smile; realizing what he was trying to say.
"-Mention it?" She finished for him. He nodded. "I kind of figured that." She sadly stated, wishing that moments like these with Derek didn't always have to be buried within their subconscious, never to be brought up again.
Derek was confused by her sadness since he knew that they had agreed to this unspoken truce between them awhile back. "Just staying consistent." He joked, having this sudden need to cheer her up.
"As always Venturi." She stated as she turned back around and headed up to her room. "Hope you find your keys!" She shouted down to him from the second floor as she attached her Bluetooth piece to her ear before connecting it to her phone. By the time the young hunter reached her room, her phone was already dialing for Sam Winchester's cell phone.
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After his stepsister's well wishes, Derek headed towards the kitchen in hopes of finding his keys. He first searched near the kitchen's phone where he had left his keys a couple times but when he had no luck, he went towards the back door. There was this little table just beside the door and just like in the front, it had a dish for keys as well but unfortunately for Derek, his weren't there. Derek sighed as he ran his hand over his face in aggravation. He knew now that his keys had to be in his room but with all the clutter, he wasn't looking forward to the search. Without further delay, Derek made his way up to his room.
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As Casey waited for her brother to pick up his phone, she placed her phone on her desk before she slowly spilled everything in the gift bag out onto her bed. Her clutch bag landed with a little thump before the rest of its contents, including the professional picture of her and Derek. Casey rummaged through the trinkets and saw the only memorable ones were the ones that even addressed the event. Surprisingly to Casey, there was a picture frame with Sir John Sparrow Thompson High engraved at the bottom of the frame on one line and Class of 2004 on the line underneath it. To Casey's amazement, it was the perfect size for the professional photo.
Before Casey could further investigate the rest of her gift bag, the voice over her Bluetooth piece interrupted her.
"Home already Case?" Sam Winchester greeted his sister in a slight whisper as he made his way to the bathroom, making sure he didn't disturb his already sleeping brother.
Casey smiled, still looking at the photo of her and Derek. "Hi Sam. Just stepped in a few moments ago."
"That's good." He whispered.
Casey's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are you whispering?" It was a few seconds later that Casey heard a clicking noise on the other line, unknown to her that it was Sam closing the bathroom door.
Sam cleared his throat. "Sorry, just closed the bathroom door. Dean's sleeping." He explained as he flipped the toilet seat down so that he could take a seat.
"Already?" Casey was a little surprised since it wasn't that long ago since she talked to her oldest brother.
Sam sighed. "It's been a very long day." Casey could hear the exhaustion in her brother's voice, prompting her to place the picture onto her bed and head towards her dresser that was right in front of her mirror.
"Oh sorry for calling." She apologized as she moved to remove her black earrings.
Sam ran his free hand through his brown shaggy hair. "It's no problem. I couldn't sleep until we got word that you got home safely." Sam couldn't help but worry about his little sister. Her safety was always on his mind, he knew that Dean thought about it a lot too, but unlike his brother, Sam's concern wasn't so easily hidden.
Casey smiled for her brother's concern for her as she reached for her necklace's clasp. He's risking his life on these hunts yet he still worries about me. She thought to herself before she sighed. "Sam, I appreciate that but I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself." She tried to reassure her brother, hoping that he would worry less about her and more on keeping his ass alive.
Sam scoffed. "So I've heard."
Casey smirked, knowing that he heard the news from Dean. "Dean told you?" It came out as more of a question than a statement as she placed her necklace by her earrings on the dresser.
"Yeah." Sam exhaled deeply.
Casey bit her lip, nervously. "You mad?" Dean always encouraged his siblings to stand up and protect themselves since they could but it was always Sam who didn't like the idea of Casey fighting for herself. He knew that she could handle it but she was still his little sister and he felt it was his job as the big brother to do the fighting in her place. Either way, Dean was happy with either option: either she did the fighting herself or he got to do it for her.
Sam shook his head before he spoke. "Not really, I just don't like the fact that you had to do it tonight of all nights."
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't expecting it, it just kind of happened." She replied while rubbing her right hand, still throbbing from the aftermath of her punch to Truman's jaw.
"Make sure you put some ice on your hand." Sam advised, predicting that her body wasn't use to those types of maneuvers so often like she was use to.
Casey started clenching and unclenching her right hand, trying to ease the pain. It helped a bit but if she didn't focus on it, it wasn't really that bad. "I will."
Sam leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his knees. "Other than that, are you okay?"
Casey chuckled at her brother's ability to worry too much. "I'm fine Sammy, like I said, I can take care of myself." She repeated as she went to her dresser to grab a new pair of pajamas.
Sam sighed. "You shouldn't have to Casey. We should've been there for you." Sam was always conflicted about Casey leaving. He wanted to have a normal life and to be safe but he didn't want to be away from her, he wanted to be able to be there if she needed him. So far, he could only help her from afar.
Casey took a deep breath, already knowing where Sam's thoughts were headed. "Sam, don't guilt trip yourself, it's not worth it. I know the situation and I have to accept that."
It was a few moments later that Casey heard the floorboards creak just outside in the hallway. She twirled around just in time to see Derek enter his room and she just stared at the spot curiously. Isn't he going back to prom?
"At least you're safe now." Sam's voice brought Casey back to the conversation as she turned back to face her mirror after placing her new pajamas onto her desk.
Casey scoffed. "Oh yeah, being home alone on prom night…can't wait." Sam could hear the sarcasm that was laced in the youngest Winchester's voice. She wasn't too pleased with the fact she had to cut her night short but then again, punching someone can put a damper on a person's partying mood.
"It's better than the alternative." Sam quipped, hoping to cheer her up even if the conversation went into unchartered waters.
Casey's brow scrunched up in confusion. "What-" Her eyes widened when it finally dawned on her what Sam was referring to. Prom night clichés. "Oh c'mon Sammy. Seriously? You were worried about that?" She asked disbelievingly. The young hunter couldn't even fathom that her brother was even bringing the subject up.
Sam chuckled just a bit when he remembered Dean's behavior after he hung up with Casey. "Yes but not as extensively as Dean was."
Casey looked at her reflection, getting ready to undo her hairdo. "He didn't seem worried about it when I talked to him earlier." Casey went over her conversation with Dean in her mind and she found no indication that he was worried about that particular situation.
Sam laughed, but not loud enough to wake Dean up. "Oh he was. After he summed up the call, he was freaking out over the fact that he had suggested that you use seduction. Quite frankly I was shocked he even brought that up."
Casey laughed alongside with her brother as she took the clip out of her hair, letting her loose ringlets fall freely down her shoulders. "I was speechless when he said it. I thought I didn't hear him right."
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Meanwhile, in the room next door to hers, Derek was startled after hearing Casey's laugh yet he continued to search in his room for his keys. He wasn't expecting to hear her and he was very curious about what it was his stepsister was laughing about. He could have sworn a couple of times that he could've heard her as if she was talking to someone else. He stilled in his search as a disturbing thought came to his mind. What if it's the mystery guy she was talking to earlier? Derek remembered that she had told the mystery caller that she'd phone when she got home. He gulped, hurrying his efforts at finding his keys.
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On the other line of Casey's phone call, Sam was still laughing. "Same here." Sam waited until he calmed down enough to come out with a more serious demeanor. "So do I have to worry?"
Casey rolled her eyes. "No but I do have a clever plan to test out Dean's hypothesis." She smirked when the small yet possibly effective plan ran through her mind. It all just matters on him coming into my room before he leaves.
Sam smirked; knowing that when it came to planning stuff like that, chances are Casey was more towards Dean's level than his own. I don't know if that is a good thing or not but it's gonna be damn amusing when Dean finds out. He mused to himself. "I hope you get the answer you want."
Casey sighed as she ran her fingers through her curly hair. "Me too and Sam, you know I'm not gonna be innocent forever right?" She questioned her brother; a little uncomfortable about having to bring it up but she'd rather have the conversation with Sam than Dean at this point.
Sam internally groaned but he had to keep his composure together. "I'm well aware of that but that doesn't mean that Dean's gonna like the idea." He clarified as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Casey found that quite amusing yet not surprising. Dean's always been a dating hypocrite. "Has he forgotten that I'm related to him?" She quipped as she tried to stifle her amused laughter, closing her eyes in the process.
Sam chuckled. "I think that's what scares him. You act so much like him sometimes Case, it's uncanny." He couldn't help but tell his sister.
At times, she acted so much like Dean you'd think they were twins and then there are times when she acted so much like Sam that it would freak Dean out and then there are times when she's completely her own person that the brothers always wondered where she had learned it from since she's only been around them while she was growing up.
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Back in Derek's room, the teenager finally found his key's in his pants' pocket that he had worn that day. He found it odd that he didn't put them in his leather jacket pocket but he wasn't going to think much about it. His attention was immediately brought to the lack of silence coming from Casey's room. Before he knew it, his feet were taking him to his stepsister's room.
When Derek got to Casey's door, her back was towards him but he could see through her reflection that her eyes were closed, making her unaware that she had an audience. He noticed through her reflection that her earrings and necklace were gone and he could easily see the Bluetooth piece attached to her ear. Derek hadn't noticed before but his stepsister was trying not to laugh. He looked at her quizzically as he crossed his arms across his chest.
Casey shook her head thoughtfully, mulling over Sam's words in her mind as she headed towards her desk to check her phone. "Interesting, well just so you know, I'm very careful with that aspect of my love life Sammy." She told her brother, well aware that Derek was watching since she could feel his eyes on her but she gave no indication that she noticed. Need to watch what I say now. She reminded herself as she made the act of checking her phone.
Derek tilted his head to the side. Sammy? Derek searched his mind as he recalled the fact that Casey kept calling her first mystery caller 'D' and they had mentioned 'Sammy' a few times during their call at school. Does Casey know another Sam? He couldn't help but wonder since he knew his best friend was preoccupied at the moment with his date at the prom.
On the other end, Sam rubbed his eyes as he tried to fight off his exhaustion a bit more. "Just be safe."
Casey sighed. "I will but there's no need."
Sam's brow furrowed in thought. "Why's that?"
"My rep here has that issue covered." She clarified towards her brother yet causing Derek to look at her with another quizzical look.
Sam rolled his eyes, remembering the very complicated lie that his sister was living in. "Right but Casey, you know that you can talk to me about this kind of stuff right?" Sam didn't know why, but he wouldn't drop the topic until his sister knew that she could go to him for anything. He didn't want her to feel like she had to hide anything from him or Dean (although he did feel that it would be easier for her to talk to him about anything dating related rather than talk it out with Dean first). I'm fine being the buffer between my two siblings for those situations should Dean ever find out.
Casey tensed, not sure what to say without tipping Derek off. "You sure you won't freak out?" She questioned as she bit her lip.
Derek caught the slight tension in her shoulders but he was getting too fidgety at this point. He wanted to let her know that he was in the room so that she could end her conversation but then a part of him wanted to hear where her half of the conversation would lead. Luckily for Derek, his attention was diverted to her bed where he saw all the items spread out before him.
"I can control my freak outs better than Dean." Sam teased causing his sister to laugh due to how true the statement was. Dean tended to have more outbursts than Sam since Dean always reacted first before thinking about it while Sam always thought of the appropriate way to react to a situation.
Derek had stopped in his tracks when he heard Casey laugh, caught off guard once again. He was about to move back to her bed to check out the items but unfortunately for him, Casey had turned around and spotted him. Casey's breath hitched a bit when she saw where Derek was; just a few steps away from her bed where she had left the picture of the two of them. Derek was surprised but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk on his face.
Sam had heard Casey's breath hitch before she responded. "That's good to know." She evened her voice out as she calmed her breathing down.
"I rather know about it than be in the dark. I don't need details but one sentence is fine with me." Sam explained, hoping that was enough to convince the youngest Winchester to talk to him whenever she needed to.
Casey appreciated what her brother was trying to do but she couldn't help it when she felt a lump in her throat. "I get it Sammy but not over the phone like this." She managed to get out but she couldn't stop the increased blood that rushed to her cheeks. Derek watched the blush form on Casey's face and he was a little stunned but he couldn't help but smirk in amusement, thinking that her caller had caused the blush when it really was the teenager himself.
Sam smiled. "Of course." He yawned against his will.
Casey stifled her laugh. "I'll let you have some sleep. You must be exhausted." She reasoned as she looked to her clock a little guiltily. She didn't know where in America her brothers were currently at but she really hoped it wasn't that late for them.
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I slept in the car but sleeping on a bed would be nice." He quipped getting another laugh from his sister.
Derek quirked his eyebrow as he watched Casey's reaction. She noticed this causing her to nervously bite her lip. "Night Sammy. Love you." Derek felt that tugging inside his chest once again at the words but he gave her an amused smirk.
"Love you too. Night sis." Sam bid his sister goodbye and goodnight before he hung up the phone, left the bathroom and went straight for his bed to sleep. The brothers had a long drive ahead of them in the next few days.
Casey turned back around to grab her phone to end the call before taking the earpiece out and placing it beside the phone. She could still feel Derek's eyes on her and she had to push the feeling it gave her aside; reminding herself that she could not slip up now.
"Another boyfriend Case?" Derek quipped just to rile her up, which did its job as she turned to glare at her pseudo-stepbrother.
"Why are you in my room Derek?" She questioned with annoyance laced into her voice but inside she was thankful that he had done what she had predicted.
Derek shrugged. "Felt like it. Why? Gonna try to kick me out again?" He teased as he gave her a cocky grin, knowing that he wasn't going anywhere.
Casey rolled her eyes. "No point, I'll ruin my dress if I try." She gestured to her outfit before walking towards him with her right wrist held up to him. Derek quirked an eyebrow in question yet the young hunter only had to jiggle her charm bracelet for Derek to get her unasked request. Derek rolled his eyes before stepping forward and taking her wrist in his hands. "Why are you really in here Derek?" Casey asked him softly as he worked to unclasp the bracelet from her wrist. He was use to the request, during the off chances like these when she had no one else to assist her in taking the beloved bracelet off. Just like always, he turned her right hand around so that he could place the bracelet in her hand.
Casey smiled her thanks before stepping back to her dresser to place the bracelet near the rest of her jewelry. "Came to tell you that I found my keys and was about to leave." Derek answered when her back was turned to him, getting over the slight tingle he felt in his hands every time he unclasped that bracelet for her.
"Oh, well do you have everything you need?" She questioned as she looked to him over her shoulder.
Derek smirked. "Yes Spacey. So I should be going now." He stated as he nodded towards the door.
Casey nodded too before turning back around. "Alright, have fun."
Derek was already at the door when he turned to answer her. "Don't I always?" He quipped before walking out.
Casey made an attempt at reaching for her dress' zipper but it didn't do her much good and she knew it. Let's put Dean's theory to the test. Casey groaned. "Damnit, Derek!" She gave a frustrated cry that was loud enough for the teenager in question to hear her.
He groaned as he headed back to her room, thankful that at least he was still on the second floor. What does she want now? "Yeah?" Casey could tell by his voice that he was annoyed but she didn't care; plan or not she needed to get out of the dress.
Casey turned around to face him, trying to make sure that she didn't appear nervous. "Can you do me one favor before you leave?" She asked innocently.
Derek gave her a skeptical look. "And what's that?"
Casey turned around once again before turning to face him over her shoulder. "Can you unzip me?" She politely asked as if she asked him to do this everyday and that it was normal between them.
Derek's eyes widened at her request. "What?" He gave her an incredulous look. She wants me to do what?
Casey slowly turned to her side so that she could easily see the teenager. "I needed Lizzie's help to do it up so could you help me?" Casey gave a small pout, hoping that it would convince him of the fact that she was being innocent with no ulterior motives.
Derek had a few false starts before he finally managed to get something out of his mouth. "Can't you wait until she comes back?" He questioned as he stepped inside her room so that he could look at her alarm clock. He internally groaned knowing that it was too early for them to return.
"Derek! I don't know when they are getting back and I kind of want to go to bed now." Casey whined prompting Derek to rub a hand over his face in frustration. Don't do it! You're just setting yourself up for trouble! His mind begged for him to smarten up.
"Isn't it a little early to go to bed?" He asked, delaying the inevitable for as long as he could, hoping that she'd give up and tell him to leave instead.
Casey sighed. "Usually yes but dealing with Truman just….ugh!" She threw her hands up in frustration. She kind of suspected Derek's resistance but she truly was tired at this point. Casey drew in a deep breath. "Derek please-"
She looked at him with pleading eyes and that just did it for Derek. I'm screwed. "Fine. Just don't mention this." He grumbled as he started walking towards her, ready to get this over with. I should not be doing this!
Casey turned around so that her back was toward Derek while keeping her gleeful attitude in tact. "Why would I?" She inquired when he stood just behind her.
Casey collected her wavy ringlets in her hands, as if she was going to create a ponytail, and pushed her hair over her shoulder, having her back fully exposed to Derek. He gulped as he saw her naked shoulder blades that her dress didn't cover. Derek never noticed the pair of eyes watching him through the mirror's reflection of him and Casey was thankful that he didn't notice, otherwise he might've seen the corners of her lips turned upwards.
Derek tried to steady his hands as he went for the top of the zipper. This wasn't new for Derek, taking girls' clothes off wasn't foreign to this player (that's not to automatically assume that Derek has slept with all the girls he's removed articles of clothing from, it was just easy for him to get girls out of their clothes while he usually remained clothed) but for that girl to be Casey, Derek felt like it was the first time all over again. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Just unclasp, unzip and get out Venturi! He mentally guided himself as his hands took the clasps at the zipper's head into his hands.
Casey could feel the fabric of the dress tighten before the pressure loosened as Derek unclasped the little hooks by the zipper. He slowly made a grab for the zipper with one hand as the other took hold of the dress' fabric, causing his knuckles to brush against her exposed skin sending a slight shock down Casey's spine that she could not react to. Derek inhaled deeply, also feeling the slight tingle in his hands, before he pulled the zipper down its track. He had this instant need to just shut his eyes and hope for the torture to end quickly but that plan was thrown out the window when he saw the back strap of Casey's black lacy bra. He silently cursed to himself. Correction: I'm totally screwed!
She's your stepsister! She's your stepsister! She's your stepsister! He kept repeating the mantra in his mind.
Derek wasn't sure what was coming over him as he had to fight this urge to just run his fingers down her spine, as if he was retracing the zipper's tracks onto her skin. He snapped out of his thoughts before he continued to unzip her dress. It was a few centimeters down from where he'd left the black fabric did something catch Derek's eye causing him to pause in his movement. He was perplexed as he could have sworn he saw something black once again on her skin but that didn't make any sense. The fabric is completely smooth there so it's not another piece of undergarment…I could have sworn I saw a black mark there. Derek wondered as he unzipped the dress just a bit more and to his surprise the black mark seemed to be getting bigger. He stopped to examine the mystery on her skin and before he knew it, his fingers brushed over the mark and to his astonishment, it felt as soft as the rest of Casey's smooth skin. Before Derek could examine his discovery any further, Casey had twirled right around right in front of him, putting them both face to face with one another.
Casey was too caught up in Derek's touch that she hadn't realized how low he was getting with the zipper until she felt his touch on her mid-back right where one of her tattoos was etched into her skin, causing her immediate twirl around before Derek had put the pieces together. She stared wide eyed at her stunned pseudo-stepbrother as one of her hands went to her back to find the zipper, thankful that it was low enough for her to finish unzipping herself.
She gulped. "Uh, that's low enough." She told him, nervously.
Derek was still stunned, not completely sure what just happened between them and what he had seen. "O-kay." He slowly responded, not sure whether to ask about what she was hiding. He couldn't get the feeling of her smooth skin out of his mind and the fact that a piece of her skin was colored black just peeked his interest even more.
"Thank you." Casey whispered, still as close to Derek as she was when she had her back to him.
Derek looked down and noticed that she wasn't meeting his eyes. "What are you hiding Princess?" He whispered back, causing her head to tilt up towards him slowly.
"Nothing." She calmly stated but he could see it in her eyes that she was indeed hiding something.
Derek smirked. "You sure?" She nodded her head yes, slowly, before she swallowed a bit nervously. They were still too close that if she wanted to, she could pull him down for a kiss. Stay strong Winchester! She ordered herself but Derek's smirk had widened when he saw the slight hesitation in her eyes. "You know I'll find out eventually."
She composed herself perfectly before giving her diplomatic response. "Maybe then I'll be ready to share to the class, if I am, indeed hiding something."
Derek gave her a cocky grin for the unspoken challenge she had just given him. "If you say so McDonald."
"Just forget about it and go to prom Derek." She retorted back as she saw it in his brown eyes the wheels turning in his head for a way to figure out about her black markings on her back and possibly her other secrets as well.
Derek shook his head in amusement. "Nope, you see, you know my rule: what I want, I get. And what I want Case, is to know what you're hiding. And you can't hide anything from me Princess." He stated as if it was a rule written in stone that everyone was obligated to follow.
Casey gave him the infamous Winchester smirk. "You'll be surprised at what I'm capable of Venturi." She watched as his eyes dilated in shock and she knew that he was internally questioning whether or not that was a hidden innuendo. Yes it was.
She used his momentary shock to twirl him around so that she could push him out her door. "Now go. You're keeping your date waiting." She stated, keeping the jealousy out of her voice, before she gave him a final push outside her room, followed by her quickly closing and locking her bedroom door. She couldn't help but fall back against the door, catching the breath she lost due to the close proximity she was in with Derek moments ago.
Derek shook away his momentary lack of judgment before turning around to face her door. "This isn't over Casey!" He shouted through the door.
Casey laughed. "Yes it is. Have fun." She shouted back before she pushed off her door and headed for her pajamas as she simultaneously unzipped the rest of her dress and unsnapped the neck straps, causing the beautiful dress to fall to the ground. She couldn't help the little smirk on her face. Dean's definitely on to something. She mused to herself as she got changed before cleaning up and starting her nightly routine.
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Derek groaned before heading downstairs to his car. He couldn't get the images of what happened between him and Casey out of his mind. From an outsider's point of view, nothing happened but Derek could tell that something had changed and he just didn't know what, why and how it all changed before his eyes. For the rest of the night, Derek couldn't stop thinking about his stepsister and they weren't the usual annoying thoughts that he was used to. Correction: I am royally screwed!
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A/N #3: So how was that for the second half of that episode? Was it what you expected? How were the dynamics? Phone calls? Situations? Tell me what you think!
A/N #4: I just wanted to say thank you to all those that read and reviewed these outtakes as well as the main story itself, it really means a lot to me and I think that you guys are truly the best. Only you guys could understand why I would invest my time in these amazing fandoms (my family just doesn't get it). So thank you so much for showing me your support by reading this universe (and my other stories) and leaving me with your thoughts. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
A/N #5: Why am I posting this prematurely (you might be wondering)? Well, I'm currently in the middle of writing Ch.12 for the main story (4K words at the moment) and it wasn't ready to be posted and I didn't want to give you guys a crappy chapter so I decided to post this outtake early in celebration of three things:
a) Sam Winchester's birthday was on Monday (May 2).
b) Today (May 6) is the one year anniversary for "Second Chances" and I can't believe it's already been a year since I started up this universe combo.
c) Well, I couldn't help it but today (May 6) is also my birthday =D which is another reason why I didn't get much new writing down today.
A/N #6: Once again, thank you so much for taking the time to read my stories and leaving your thoughts behind in a review. Now that I'm done with the semester, I plan on writing more so I hope inspiration will strike me more often now. Take care everyone!
Originally Published: May 6, 2011