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

(A/N) Quick note. Listen to the song called Animalby Kristina Maria ft. JC Chazez for the last scene, when Casey sees someone at her car . . . I think it's a good song for that part. I was listening to it the whole time for that scene as well as a previous one... maybe both. I'm pretty sure you'll figure out which scene... if not, I'll tell you at the A/N at the end. ENJOY!

Old Life, New Life

My phone rang as I pulled into the backyard. Cars and cars were all over the place; his mechanic career was over the minute his wife died. Part of me wanted to ignore the call because it probably was Cooper calling...again. I had been ignoring his calls during half the drive. I sighed and I picked up my phone, standing outside my car. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Casey?"

"Yes," I said slowly. "Who's this?"It wasn't Cooper. I was unsure of the deep voice on the other line, though it sounded familiar. And, it certainly wasn't a member of my family.

His voice was low. "Spacey . . ."

"What do you want?"

"I know you're alone." He was teasing it. Obviously, he was trying to get a rise out of me.

It was my supposed step-brother, pissing me off. I groaned. My eyes widened his last words. "Der-ek!"

"Oh my god," he laughed. "You were having a major keener attack weren't you?"

"What do you want," I groaned. "You're costing me minutes."

"Where are you?"

"Visiting Cooper's Dad. You know that."

He huffed. "Right, this is why I just saw Cooper making out with a random chick that obviously wasn't you."

"Fuck!"

"Ooo, she swears!"

"Shut up. What do you want?"

"I won't tell Nora or my Dad if you," he paused, "you do as I say when I want it."

I growled. "Fine." And, then, I hung up. I did not bother arguing with him. I had work to do and he had no business keeping me away from it. I kept my dagger with me just in case as I strutted towards the front porch, a six-pack of beer in hand as I knocked on his door. My laptop bag hung off my shoulder.

"Who's there?"

"Bobby, it's me."

"Me?" He stifled a chuckle.

I sighed. "Cassandra Mary Winchester, youngster child of John Winchester, sister to Dean and Sam Winchester. Must I go on?"

He chuckled louder as he muttered, "No." He unlocked multiple locks, I heard many ticks. This man was either extremely cautious or he didn't want something coming in. Well, hunters were both just much more intense.

"Casey," Bobby said cheerfully.

I walked in and handed him the beer. "Have you heard from my Dad or Danny?"

"No, not a thing." He opened a beer bottle and handed me one. "Are you allowed?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Usually with Dean, he sneaks me sips or bottles."

He gave out a heartily laugh. "You and Dean sure love to break the rules, don't you?"

I shrugged. "It's family bonding."

"Well, let's get to work."

I nodded and took out my laptop. I started it up and pulled out the sheets I had printed out. I sat down on the only couch in the room, while Bobby took out his books and whatnot. I sipped my beer. It really was a good beer like the salesman said it would be.

"How will we know that it works," I questioned.

"Well," Bobby sighed. "We'll need to find a demon or call one or something."

"Find a demon?"

"We'll see when the time comes. How's Nora doing?"

"She's fine," I said slowly. "How do you know Aunt Nora anyways?"

"She's the one who introduced me to Karen."

"Your wife? Karen?"

"Yeah," he gulped down half his beer. "Let's work on this."

I nodded. We worked on the theory for hours, finishing up the beer I brought over. I made pasta with whatever Bobby had. And, for the next few days, we worked very closely. He showed me signs that were able to capture a demon that actually worked. I had them drawn inside my car, just in case. The ones we weren't sure about, we tried, surprisingly enough we found some demons easily in the area. At times, if they didn't, I had the pleasure to kill them using Latin saying that Bobby thought me. It was fascinating and truthfully, the adrenaline was addictive.

It had been five days since I came to Bobby's house. And, it was in the morning that he officially stated that we had come up with enough proof. He handed me a drawing. It was a star encircled with something that looked a lot like sun rays. Though, Bobby had also incorporated the Devil's Trap to it as well.

"I'm pretty sure you were going to get it tattooed, right?"

I nodded. "Only way I'll be perfectly sure that it won't fade. It's permanent protection."

I had shut my trunk closed. When I faced Bobby, he shocked me by hugging me. We pulled away shortly after.

"I'm sorry." As he regained control of himself, in five days, I fell in love with Bobby Singer. He was honestly an amazing man, who reminded me of my Father so much. And, it was for that reason, I considered Bobby to me another father figure to me.

I shook my head. "It's alright, Bobby." I opened my car door. "I'll miss you too, by the way."

He smiled. "Get on home, iggit. Tell Nora I said hello."

"I will." I reversed out of his lot and sped down the streets, hitting the expressway. I had a long drive home . . .

My eyes were extremely heavy. They were fluttering closed, but I forced them to stay open. I climbed out of my car and looked up at the Venturi-McDonald household. My hand was in my hair, flipping it to the side. I grabbed my duffel bag and made my way into the house. I slowly shut the door closed. It was fairly early in the morning and I had been driving for twelve hours with many coffee stops. I removed my shoes and silently walked upstairs. I finally made it to my room and collapsed. I allowed myself to sleep, not caring whatsoever.

"Casey!"

I sat up straight, my head snapping side to side. What the hell was going on? Then, I finally saw him. Derek. He was standing there with a lopsided grin. I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him. I was so tired. I buried myself deeper in the pillows.

"Wakey wakey, Space Case!" He still hadn't left. Why did he have to bother me?

I glanced over to the clock it was only nine o'clock. I had only four hours of sleep. I was not ready to wake up yet! "Go away, Derek!"

"Fine," he said. "You're no fun . . . by the way, your dear boyfriend is here and is telling me about this awesome cool party he is having tonight."

That woke me up. "Party? Sam's having a party?"

He huffed. "Duh! School starts in a week so he wants a Doomsday party before it started."

I narrowed my eyes, somehow this party seemed more like an idea Derek would come up with. Doomsday? I was fairly sure Sam was smarter than that. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. My eyes widened at the sight of my heinous hair. I looked dead. I groaned. Without another thought, I brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair as much as I could. When I had enough, I stripped and stood under the shower. My hair damp, I felt cleaner. I went downstairs and saw my boyfriend grinning with his beanie in place. I smiled and launched myself at him, embracing him.

"I missed you," I squealed, kissing him on the cheek.

He pouted. "You can do better than that."

Our lips touched, my hand pulling his hat off and tugging at his locks. There was a loud throat clearing. We pulled away. I sat my Aunt and George. I blushed.

"I see you're back, Casey. How was your trip?"

"It was nice, thanks George."

Sam whispered in my ear. "So are you coming to my party tonight?"

"I'd love too," I replied in a hushed tone.

"Casey." I looked up to my Aunt.

"Sorry."

"How was the trip? Was Cooper alright with you?"

"Actually he had to leave a day after we got there. He got into a fight with his father," I lied. "Oh, I almost forgot. Bobby wanted me to tell you that he says hello."

She smiled weakly before leaving into the kitchen, where George had disappeared into. I turned and leaned upwards to kiss Sam. I had missed him. It was surprising for me when I actually ached for not being near him. I guess he was no longer my distraction.

"I thought I had said there was no face sucking in front of me."

We sighed as he once again pulled away. I shook my head and allowed them to have their boy time. I had already planned that I would be getting the tattoo the minute I came back. I went upstairs to get my keys. I was dressed slightly appropriate in sweats and a tank top. I put on my shoes and marched outside through the garage.

My engine revved as I started it. I turned to look behind me in order to reverse. When I looked back to the front, I noticed Sam and Derek standing there, Sam gawking at my car. I grinned before waving at them and swiftly turning out of the driveway. I pressed down on the gas pedal and drove to the only tattoo parlour I knew in London, Ontario.

I grabbed a fake ID, since I was not eighteen and walked in. Luckily, they had walk-ins today. A flaming red head woman looked up at me and smiled. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. I was hoping to get a tattoo."

"Yeah, sure. Our tattoo artist, Anthony should be available in a moment."

I nodded and sat down. I grabbed a random magazine and started to flip through it. Then, a light song came on. As I flipped through the pages, I listened carefully to the lyrics and the light guitar. I was really falling into the song, the magazine just a prop in my hand now. It somehow felt so relatable to me. . .

"Andrea LaFleur?"

I looked up, my fake ID names were slightly hilarious, especially the newer ones I made while I was with Bobby. I stood up and made my way to the front desk, where a lanky man stood. He had a piercing on one ear and sleeve tattoos on both arms. He was wearing a tight black shirt along with ripped jeans, his hair was a messy blonde and he had green eyes.

I looked at the bored administrator and asked what the song that was playing was. It was someone called Leighton Meester and her song called Entitled. She had been singing live and her debut album should be releasing soon or something along those lines. I thanked her and looked at the man, who appeared to be sizing me up.

"Andrea, I pressume"

I nodded. "Hi."

"I'm guessing you want a simple design . . . a butterfly or something?"

I huffed and shook my head. "Actually, I have the design I want."

Anthony told me to follow him and I did. We entered his room and he closed the door. The walls were painted black with red. I would have rolled my eyes at the depressing outlook of this room and paid no attention to it. My artist was slightly good looking, obviously I had a boyfriend, but that didn't mean I didn't look at other boys. Hah! I still tell myself how gorgeous Derek looks with his brown locks especially when he has just woken up. His disheveled hair made me salivate.

"So, what do you want?" He asked. I could tell he was curious of the design, he probably thought it was a girly one.

I pulled out the sheet of paper from my bag and handed it over to him. As he scanned through it, I voiced where I wanted my tattoo. "I want it on my left shoulder blade."

He looked up. "This is going take a while. It has a lot of details. And, you sure you want it there?"

I looked at him and sighed. "Are you going ink me or should I take my business elsewhere?" I was irritated, I knew that he probably asked all his clients this, but I just wanted this done.

"Nah, it's just that a pretty girl like yourself . . . I never really thought you'd want something like this as your first." He was getting nervous.

I grinned. "It's a sentimental piece my Uncle drew for me before he passed," I lied. Well, it was half a lie...sort of.

"Do you even know what it means? I could tell you." Curious to know what he had to say, I nodded. "Anti-demonic possession as well as incorporation of the Devil's Trap."

"Really," I pushed further, enjoying seeing this reaction. He was turning red slightly, nodding. I grinned widely and leaned forward. "Are you into that kind of thing?"

His eyes twinkled with something before he bit down on his lower lip. "Something my parents like dabbling into."

"Hunter?" I barely breathe out.

"You're a hunter," he stated bluntly, finally realizing. I winked and nodded. "I'm assuming Andrea isn't your real name then."

"No, it isn't."

"Are you even eighteen?"

I nodded slowly, but he barked out a laugh. It was a cute laugh. Whoa. No, I can't think like that. I had Sam . . . Sam who? There's Derek. Derek didn't really care about me. He just wanted a bed buddy. I shut my eyes before opening them. "You aren't eighteen . . . seventeen?"

I shook my head. "Sixteen," he choked out. I shook my head again before muttering, "I'm nineteen," I lied. "The name's fake, not the year of birth."

He smirked. "Well, shall we get to it?"

I sighed. "Yeah. Do you have any classic rock songs we could play, while you do this?"

"Black Sabbath sound good?"

I shrugged, "Yeah."

"I'm going to need you to take the tank top off is that's alright."

In a swift movement, my shirt was gone and he placed a towel over me. He started to do his work. Song after song. I barely uttered a squeak. It was not as bad as I thought it would be, but when he got towards the bone area, I wanted to kill something. It was grinding into it. I laid still. Occasionally, he would question me about my life and I'd answer with lies and half-truths. I'd ask him a few questions as well. That was how we spent the few hours it took. I barely knew how long it took.

Finally, he bandaged me up. Anthony told me to make sure it didn't get wet and that I should be able to take of the bandages from one to four hours, but I could keep it longer if I pleased. I had stated that the tattoo had to be perfect, the way it was drawn. He responded by saying that he had taken his sweet time, longer than it was meant to take. I smiled. He wrote down his phone number and told me to call him if I had any question. I took the number. When I walked to my car, after paying, I realized that he had been flirting with me and me with him. I shrugged it off. A little flirting never hurt anyone. I placed the bag of antibacterial, fragrance sans soap and a few ointments that he gave me for the next few days.

By the time, I reached home, I was able to go upstairs and put a sweater over my head before anyone saw the bandages on my shoulder. I wandered aimlessly in the house, somehow reaching the kitchen. Marti and Lizzie were baking; they both had flour on their faces. It was obviously they were bonding; their giggles filled my ears as I entered the kitchen.

"Hey guys," I said as I opened the fridge, pulling out the milk carton.

I set it on the table, turning to get a glass. I heard Derek coming in with Sam. I spun around and smiled at my boyfriend. Just as I was about to pour my milk, Derek grabbed the carton and began drinking from it. Slightly grossed out, mostly because unlike my family, his actually hated when he did that. I didn't mind it, when it was my brothers, but seeing Derek doing it . . . I wasn't really certain how to react. I wasn't sure if I minded it . . . if I would still pour myself some milk. However, being who I was in this household, I was forced to play my part of an annoying step-sister.

"Gross. Ever learned to drink from a glass, Derek?"

Marti stopped stirring her dough and stared up at her brother and me. Derek was smirking like he usually did. I wanted to kiss it off his mouth. WHAT? No, I wanted to slap it off his face. Yes, I wanted to slap him. He, then, burped loudly. Sam remained silent. While, I wanted to laugh and say that was all he had? But, I restrained myself.

"De-rek!"

"What," he shrugged.

I groaned loudly, starting to feel irritated by his smug self. "Why can't you be normal?" I stomped out of the kitchen. I sat down on his chair, not caring what he had to say about it. I turned on the television. I turned my head to see Sam arriving and sitting closer to me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Sorry for going crazy."

He shook his head. "You wouldn't be Casey if you didn't freak out. And, truthfully, I like Casey."

I smiled. He was sweet. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He had moved out of the way at the last minute. I gave him an off look, but he whispered that we would have time for that tonight, making me blush. I sort of felt guilty. I was lying to him. This wasn't exactly me. I didn't freak out all the time. I was pretty outgoing, I liked having fun. I was so much more than this . . . but, this; me now, this was normal.

"What are you doing in my chair?"

I looked up at Derek and didn't bother answering him. He repeated himself. I ignored him. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was going to use his hands, but Sam stopped him.

"Dude, common. Let her sit there for a while."

Derek snapped his head to his best friend. "That is my chair, Sam. You know that! It's always been mine."

"Chill. It's a chair."

"Yeah," I agreed, "it is just a chair, Derek."

He growled, sending shivers down my spine. I remembered our first time, the way he growled in my ear. I shut my eyes. Suddenly, feeling awkward, I stood up and walked away. I was out the door in a few seconds. I could hear Sam calling out for me, but I didn't bother to reply. I leaned against the tree outside the house. I was so utterly screwed. Derek was on my mind. I had Sam as a boyfriend, but he was sort of like a puppy. And, I had just returned from flirting with my tattoo artist. I was horrible. Perhaps, I was more like Dean, unable to commit to one person. He had his flings, one-night-stands. Maybe that was what I needed.

I shook my head. No, I felt something for Derek. It was more than attraction, right? I hated this. Feeling confused, so vulnerable and weak. This wasn't Cassandra Mary Winchester. No. This was Casey McDonald, a regular suburban teenage girl, who had boy troubles.

My phone rang. I picked it up. I heard my brother on the other line. My mouth felt dry. Like an epiphany, I realized I had to choose. Choose between my Winchester side and my McDonald one. I had to pick one. I didn't hang up; I still needed to hear my brother's voice. I was homesick. Was I ready to be on my own? Completely? No family except my Aunt and Lizzie. My head snapped to Sam's voice. I stared at him, while I heard my brother on the other line. It slid out of my hand. I reached for it, but noticed that is had accidentally got disconnected. I looked at the phone like it was from another planet. This was a sign. It must have been one.

"Case?"

I faced Sam and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. My eyes were on the phone that was in my hand. I wondered if this was the right choice. I felt him kissing me on the neck, it felt soothing. My eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the slightly sensation. Breaking my pleasure was the cell phone. I gazed at the number and hesitating a bit, I pressed ignore.

I pulled away from his hold. I whispered that I'd see him at the party. I dashed into the house and up the stairs. I grabbed my keys and ran back downstairs. Sam was seated on the couch, watching hockey. I walked passed them. They looked at me. Sam raised his head, but I shook my head. I really needed to clear my head.

I sat in my car and sped down the streets. Then, stopped at the side of a stream of water. I just sat there. My mind spun. My cell phone kept ringing, but I kept ignoring. I had decided. I grabbed my phone, pulled out the sim-card; I bent it before launching into the body of water in front of me. I shut my eyes for a moment in silence before reversing. I found myself at a small pub. I strolled in and sat down at the bar.

"What can I get you, doll face?"

I peaked up at the bartender from under my eyelashes. I muttered demanding for a beer. I sipped the cool beverage. Taking it slowly.

"Andrea?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Anthony. I smiled weakly and he sat beside me, ordering himself a beer. I continued drinking my drink without saying another word. He, on the other hand, had other ideas. Every few seconds, he would speak up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you alright?"

"You want to talk?"

"Are you –"

I cut him off. I had enough. I grumbled before speaking. "Do you mind? If I wanted to speak I would have." I dropped a twenty, which was more than enough to cover my beer. I left it half full and without bidding him a goodbye, I walked out. My mood was awful. I felt lost like part of me had been ripped away from me forcefully. But, it had been my decision.

I sat in my car for a few minutes before sighing and driving back home. By the time, I reached the house, it was getting slightly dark. It was time for Sam's party. I made sure my bandages were covered as I took a hot shower. I stepped out and removed it. I scanned it through the mirror. It seemed perfect. I took a dry towel and dabbed over it. Then, put some antibacterial like Anthony had told me. I pulled on a simple outfit. White jeans with a dark blue shirt that said "Addicted to Love." My hair was curled. I put on a bit of mascara, not wanting to do much and my shoulder was slightly uncomfortable.

I made my way downstairs and quickly drove to his house. The party had already started. I entered. The loud music roared through the speakers. I went and got myself a drink. I saw Sam and he waved me over. I kissed him lightly . . . again on the cheek. What the hell? I stood by his side and saw a few kids from school. I was introduced to a nice girl called Emily. She was sweet, but slightly too drunk to actually talk. I also saw Derek, who seemed to have been chatting up some chick. I saw green. I noticed Sam had disappeared, probably hosting. There was a game of darts going on.

"Can I play," I asked sweetly.

A guy looked at me. "This is a game of precision."

"Can I play?"

"Girl, I don't think it's for you."

I wanted to smack him so badly. Though, I thought it was better to con him. I pulled twenty dollars from my pocket and placed it on the table. "How about a wager? You win, you get twenty dollars. I win . . . then I get twenty dollars. Sound good?"

He shrugged and agreed.

We played.

The first round . . . I let him win. He was good, but not as good as I was.

"You lose," he pocketed the twenty.

I placed another, but this time, I put down a crisp fifty. "One more game?" My voice so light, so innocent. It was the perfect bait.

"Look, I feel bad taking your money."

I quickly said, "I was only practising. Common."

He grinned and put down fifty as well.

This time. My eye was on the bulls' eye. This time . . . I won and badly too. I grinned. He was in complete shock. He put down more money on the table and told me one more game.

I acted. "I'm not sure . . . I think it was luck, maybe I should stop . . ."

"It's just a game. It'll be fun."

I nodded slowly, grinning mischievously on the interior.

We played again.

I won . . . again. No, surprise there. Every shot I took hit the bright red middle. I turned to him, pocketing my winnings. When he mentioned another game, I shook my head. "I feel bad taking your money." I used the same words he did on me. His mouth hung open as I skipped off. I entered a hallway, trying to find a bathroom and stopped.

My breath was caught in my throat. In front of me stood Sam and some girl, she was on her knees. I spun around and ran out into the hall. It felt weird. I was not as sad as I should have been. I made my way into the living room, the furniture had been moved back to make a dance floor. I simply drank some sodas; I was not in the mood for cheap liquor.

"Andrea?"

What was he doing here? I turned around and saw Anthony standing there. He had changed clothes. He now was wearing a simple white tee along with lightly faded ripped jeans. His hair was still messy, locks of his dirty blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. He was still good looking, but if he questioned me about how I was, I tear his beautiful face into pieces.

"What are you going here," I screamed over the loud pop music.

He smiled. "I'm a friend of Sarah's, the hostess, at least one of them."

"Sarah?"

"Yeah, Sarah Richards. You know here?"

I shook my head. "I'm dating her brother . . . Sam."

He nodded. He leaned forward, his breath tickling my ear. "I was hoping you'd call so I could apologize for pissing you off earlier."

"It's fine. It wasn't you. It's just I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Just family drama." I shrugged, not really wanting to speak more about it. He gave me a small nod, totally understanding.

I noticed the slightly more expensive beer bottles in his hand. My eyes were on it. He handed it to me and chuckled. "I assume you don't want the cheap stuff?"

"You got that right," I took a large sip. I looked up at him and smiled as I laughed. "I can't believe they can drink that disgusting stuff. I can't even consider it alcohol."

"I know what you mean." He laughed. "So, how's the tattoo?"

"Oh," my hand immediately went to my left shoulder. "It's fine. It's perfect by the way. You're amazing."

He turned slightly red. "Thanks."

"No, seriously. It's perfect. It's sore, but not that painful. The ink is perfect, but I think I'll want you to check it. You know why I got it and all."

"Sure. I'll make an appointment for it in a week."

"Thanks."

We continued talking for a while. We were laughing and I found myself enjoying his company even if he was older probably near my brother's age. Sam . . . I missed him and Dean. But, I had made my choice. This was going to be my life.

"There you are," Sam said in my ear. I stiffened; the pair of green eyes in front of me gave me a confused look. I turned around and gave him a fake smile. I quickly told them that I was going to go to the bathroom to freshen up before getting a drink. I excused myself. I walked passed Derek, who was looking at me. His expression was hard and cool. I wondered what his deal was? He had had two girls all over him before he flirted his way with other girls. Yeah, my eyes were trying to find him even without thinking.

"Meet me upstairs in the guest bedroom in five."

I walked off and made my way upstairs. I sat on the bed and waited. The door opened slowly and in came Derek. I told him to turn off the light. When he did, I walked to him, in the little moonlight that was beaming into the room. I grabbed him by the face and pulled him down to me. If Sam could find pleasure elsewhere, then so could I. And, I was going to find it with the man I knew could give me release beyond this world.

I kissed him, he pulled away slightly, probably shocked by the turn of events. He began questioning, but I silenced him with a kiss. I whispered against his lips, "Shh. Don't think, just feel."

His lips came down on my neck and I moaned. My hands were in his hair, I loved his hair! He demanded entrance and I gave it to him. Our tongues danced as we tried to dominate the other. Derek slid his hand under my shirt, making soft circles on my skin. I felt that electric pulse rushing through my whole body as his skin touched mine. I begged for more. We tumbled backwards, falling onto the bed. We both sat up, he removed my shirt before I removed his. He noticed the bandage and gave me a look. I shook my head, muttering that I had accidentally bumped into something during my trip and it had cut me. He nodded, I wasn't sure if he believed me.

Our lips connected again. This time, we were both fumbling, our hands moved up and down the others chest. In a quick move, he snapped my bra off, throwing it somewhere in the room. My hand was over his groin, unbuttoning his jeans. He moved away from me and stripped them off. My eyes widened as I saw that he wasn't wearing any boxers. I felt turned on even more. I unbuttoned my jeans while he pulled them off. We shifted ourselves so we were under the covers. He ripped the wrapper of the condom; I snatched it from him and rolled it over his member. He groaned as my fingers dances across his hardened dick. Once it was in place, I pulled him down to kiss him.

He had rolled us over, so I was on top. He was growling as I teased him slightly. Then, suddenly, his hands were firm against my waist and he rapidly pulled me down. I screamed in pleasure as he moaned out of my name. His pelvis bucked forward as I started to move. I would go slow than slightly faster than as fast as I could and when I knew we were both near collapsing, I slowed my pace, wanting it to last. Our moans were melting with one another's. We would cry out the others name in pure ecstasy.

At the very last second, we climaxed together. I lay on his chest. We were panting trying to regain control of our breathing. We quickly became to kiss again, which rapidly turned into a heavy make out session. His hands were on my chest, while my nails ran down his back and chest. Derek moved his hand to my hair and the other to my ass.

We broke apart, freezing in mid-movement. We heard some shouting on the other side. It was a male's voice, but quickly after it was a female's. Derek and I jumped out of bed, quickly putting our clothes back on. Once, we had, we were staring at one another. I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "We'll talk later."

I moved quickly to the windows and opened it. It would be a clean jump. I nodded towards the door. He was still staring at me in shock. The doorknob was jiggling. Without another thought, I jumped. I heard Derek screaming, "What the hell!"

"Derek?" It was a girl shouting loudly. The rest seemed to have mixed with the loud music that was playing. I got up after rolling onto the group. I checked myself; I had a few grass stains, not that I really cared.

I walked in the backyard, entering the house from the back. I hadn't been able to check my appearance, until I past a window and saw my reflection. My hair was disheveled. My lip-gloss was gone and smudged and my lips were puffy. My fingers were tracing the contour of them. The memories of Derek going things to me, I thought were impossible. I shook my head, I couldn't think of that now.

Sam saw me and smiled before frowning at my appearance. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I muttered.

He grabbed my arms, pushing me up against a wall. I told him to let go of me, but he didn't bother to listen. I was going to push him off when a booming voice that belonged to a green eyed man broke the death glare that we had been shooting at the other. "Let go of her!"

Sam looked over his shoulder and retorted, "This is none of your business, Tony. Casey here is actually enjoying yourself, aren't you, Case?"

"Let go of me, Sam."

He ignored me, again. Then, suddenly, he was off me. Anthony had him pressed against the wall, glowering at him. He looked at me and silently asked me if I was alright. I nodded my head before nodding to let him go. I walked over to Sam and slapped him. Hard.

"What the hell, Case?"

"What the hell," I screamed into his face. "What the hell? Is that all you have to say for yourself? You have no right to say anything to me! You accuse me of cheating on you when you are doing the same thing! I saw you. I saw you getting sucked off by some bimbo. Don't think that if you can fool around behind my back that I don't have the power to do the same!"

He was gaping at me. "I . . . I," he sputtered.

I raised my hand. "Don't bother, Sam. We're through!"

I spun on my heels and marched out of the room, making my way into the front porch. I was about to leave when I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Anthony.

"Hey," I said, calmly.

"You okay?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Right . . . Want me to pound his face for you?"

I giggled at that. I shook my head. "If I wanted him to get beat up, I think it would be more embarrassing if I did it, but whatever. I'm not upset."

"You're not?"

"Nope. He was more of a puppy . . . and, he was an awful kisser." I rolled my eyes. I muttered mostly to myself, but Anthony heard me. "He was just a distraction."

"Distraction, huh?"

"I'll see you next week, Anthony." I walked towards my car, but called over my shoulder. "And, thanks."

"No problem!"

I reached my car and saw Derek leaning against it. My first instinct was to throw him off the car. My second was to just take him on the cool cement floor. God, when did I turn into a hormonal and horny teenage girl? How did he have that effect on me? Just by seeing him, I just wanted to drop everything and take him. I slowly walked to him, closing the gap between us.

"What was that?"

My mind flipping inside my head, I barely understood what he was saying. "What?"

"We just had sex, Case. What was that?"

"I . . ."

"Can't get enough of me?"

He was smirking at me. I was unsure how to tell him. Should I tell him that Sam cheated on me? He pushed off the car and gazed down at me. His brown eyes were so clear in the night time.

"Admit it, Case. There is this unexplainable pull. You want me just as much as I want you. Why act differently?"

Silence. He leaned forward; he pushed away my hair, giving him access to my neck. His nose ran up and down my neck. He kissed me gently on my jugular. I moaned. Derek was . . . I had no words.

"You don't even think about Sammy. Were you trying to make me jealous by dating him?"

"God . . ." I groaned in pleasure.

"You were, weren't you," his hot breath against my bare skin was simply intoxicating. "Do you want the truth?"

"Huh . . ."

His tongue moved slowly up my neck to the shell of my ear before he sucked it. He whispered, "I wanted to kill him when he touched you. Every time . . . I just wanted to scream that you were mine. You still are. Aren't you, Case?"

"Ye . . . yes." I grunted. "Don't stop."

"Like that?"

I simply moaned as he went down and began to suck on my neck. My hands moved up his chest to his hair. I pressed him closer as he sucked, licked, kiss the same spot. I bucked my hips forward, wanting the friction. It was like a drug. I felt his boner and we both were begging for friction. He brought a whole different side of me. An animalistic. One where I just wanted him, my carnal urges demanded attention.

"C . . . car," I cried.

I unlocked the car and moved into the back seat, lying down. He climbed inside and hovered over me. The slammed shut and I locked it, tossing the keys to the front seat. I never felt so needy and inpatient as I did when he removed his shirt, painfully slow. My hands were on his bulge, while my fingers played with the button of his jeans. I pulled them down to his knees. I sat up a bit as he worked on me. His hands pulled my shirt up while he kissed up my stomach to my chest. He helped me kick my jeans off. And, then, finally, he came down on me. My legs went around his waist as we kissed.

This seemed so different. It was slower; the kiss was more passionate and soft. Our tongue dances together instead of fighting. I moaned as he entered me for I don't know how many times tonight. I so badly wanted to scream that I loved him. I forced my eyes shut. I truly loved him.

I, Casey Mary Winchester, was in love with Derek Venturi!

My heart soared, beating quicker. I moved upwards, meeting his thrusts. I wanted him so badly. I couldn't believe that I fell in love with Derek.

"God," I screamed as I was coming closer to my peak. "Don't stop!"

Then, I was hit with that release! I moaned his name and he groaned mine.

"I love you."

(A/N) Am I evil? I just stopped there . . . but, any guesses who said it? Truthfully, I sort of moved quickly in this chapter. I was planning on having Sam and Casey break up sometime when school started, but I felt that with Derek kissing Casey, calling her . . . I felt like she needed to realize that she truly loved him . . . although, people say stuff that they might not mean when they are having sex. So ... I guess you will have to wait for the next chapter.

Song: Animalby Kristina Maria ft. JC Chazez – Scene: Both sex scenes between Derek and Casey.

I apologize if the sex scenes weren't that great. For one . . . I've never had sex. I'm simply imagining what could occur from some smut scenes I've read in other FanFics.

IMPORTANT! I will be leaving July 19th. Hopefully, I will post a chapter before I leave, but I may or may not. And, then, I won't be posting until I come back, which will be August 2nd. I apologize! You never know I may. I got a new phone that allows me to put some documents on it, so I might be able to write a bit. And, I will be writing a bit, sending it to myself on Hotmail or something.

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