Disclaimer: I own nothing relating Life with Derek or Supernatural except for this precise storyline.

Category: Supernatural/Romance

Summary: Casey Mary Winchester has always wanted a regular life. She runs off to live with her Aunt Nora and her younger cousin, Lizzie. What happens when a stranger becomes her older, hotter 'step-brother?' He ruins any relationship she starts. How can feeling that develop be suppressed when Casey knows that have no relation. No matter how much they try, Casey ends up wanting him more and more. But, what happens when Casey's real older brothers, Dean and Sam appear for a case; that is revolving over the Venturi/McDonald household.

Couple: Derek & Casey

Old Life, New Life

Not only was I angry beyond words, but I was sore. Sitting against a wall all night was not a good place to sleep. Though, the lucky part in all of that was when I woke up the next day, I didn't have to face anyone. My brothers were nowhere in the room and my lying Father was asleep. I slipped out of the room and almost immediately rammed into Jo.

So, the beginning of my day started off on a horrible step.

"Leaving already," she asked snottily. "I thought you were just getting comfortable."

I growled. "I'm so not in the mood."

"What didn't sleep well? I know I did . . . Dean is so comfortable."

I narrowed my eyes at her and was slightly disturbed. "Dude, get over yourself. He's my brother. Gross much."

"I don't care who you are . . . you stay away from him. He's mine."

Possessive much? "Like I said a second ago . . . he's my brother. I'm not into the whole incest thing."

I sidestepped her, but before I could take another, she grabbed me by the bicep. I groaned. Did she not understand English or was I speaking another foreign language. Perhaps she'd understand better if I spoke French.

"Look, I'm not going to steal Dean away from you. If he wants you . . . then you'll have him. I'm his little sister. Now, remove your hand or I'll remove it myself . . . permanently."

Jo's gripped loosened for a second before tightening again. I sighed and punched her right in the eye. She let go of me completely. I gave her a fake smile and walked away. I didn't bother looking behind me even though I knew she was staring daggers in my back. Dean sure knows how to pick crazy girls. He couldn't have picked a normal hunter? I shook my head slightly as I left the hospital. I continued walking on the sidewalk.

I wished I had someone to talk to who would answer. I didn't want to see my brothers. Apparently, I disgusted them. My Father lied to me and I had no other family that could truly understand what I was going through.

Someone walked right into me. I spun around and called to him, pissed. "What the hell?"

"Sorry," the stranger said softly before continuing on.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. But, then, I stopped. There was someone. Anthony.

I pulled out my cell phone and ignored the constant missed calls and texts from Derek. I went through my contacts and pressed the send button. I waited as the call went through.

"Hello?"

"Anthony!"

"Who is this?"

"Casey."

"Oh . . . hey! What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to you . . . I know you aren't here and all, but I really need someone to talk to . . ." I was speaking really quickly, my babbling continued until he stopped me.

"Okay, did you want to get lunch together? I could meet you at that bar," he said.

"I'm not in London."

"Where are you," he curiously questioned me.

I sighed, "Missouri."

"What are you doing there?"

"Long story . . . could you just like pop up here?"

With a blink of an eye, Anthony stood in front of me. He saw me and hugged me. I hadn't realized that I had begun crying until I felt this wetness on the corner of my mouth. He comforted me. He pulled away as I started to hiccup.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you know?"

"Know what, Casey?"

I took a deep breath and hiccupped. "Did you know I had demon blood in me?"

"I . . ."

"You knew . . ." My voice broke. He lied to me too. "You didn't tell me! Why?!"

I hit him with my fists. He held them against his chest and pulled me closer. I stood in front of him with my eyes closed.

"Shhh . . . I thought you knew . . . It isn't something you can really bring up. What's going on?"

"I just found out that my family has been lying to me about it," I looked down at my shoes.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm tainted. I'm not human."

"No, you are . . . but, you could be stronger than any human . . . a far better hunter than your brothers and father."

"How," I rasped out.

He made me look at him. Our eyes connected and then, I felt it. His lips were on mine. It wasn't like our first kiss. This was softer.

Anthony pulled away and whispered against my lips, "You drink from me . . . demon blood will make you strong."

I gulped. "Will I still be human?"

"Yes."

And, then . . . I forgot everything. I leaned up and captured his lips with mine. I don't know how long we stayed like that. When I needed to breathe, he let me catch my breath as I panted for air.

"I want it . . . now."

Anthony smiled at me and nodded. He took my hand in his and we made our way further down the street. A few blocks later, we caught sight of a motel. I waited outside as he got us a room. When he came out, he leaned down and kissed me gently. He pulled me into our room. My back was pressed against the door as he trailed his nose against my temple down to my chin. My eyes fluttered closed.

I inhaled his masculine scent. It was weird. It was a mixture of licorice and cucumber. Oddly enough, it just turned me on. I pushed against his chest.

"I want it."

He smirked coyly. In a swift movement, he pulled off his shirt. He stood in front of me. His built chest showed his amazing abs and pecks. Then, he had a knife out. He dragged it against his collarbone. Anthony crimson red blood spilled out of his wound.

"Come and get it."

I launched forward. He fell onto the mattress of the bed. My mouth latched onto his cut. The first taste of blood was copper like, but as I continued to drink from him, the taste changed. It was delicious like candy. I gulped mouthful after mouthful.

Anthony moaned. His hands travelled across my body. I started to grind myself against him and he did the same. I groaned in pleasure. I enjoyed the taste of blood . . . I never thought I'd ever think that. I could feel it coursing through me. I felt stronger. I felt the power entering me as I consumed more of his delicious. It was surreal. It was a vicarious thrill.

"God . . . Casey . . . you need to stop."

I growled against his skin. I wanted more. It was a drug. And, I immediately was addicted.

When he realized I wasn't going to stop, he grabbed my arms that were on his shoulders and removed them from his body. He rolled us over, so he was hovering over me. Anthony leaned down and kissed me deeply as I stared at him. I wanted more, but even though I could feel him growing weaker I couldn't care less. I wanted to taste that heavenly treat that was keeping him alive.

He snapped, "Stop it, Casey! I'm glad you are enjoying it so much, but you need to stop. You can have more later!"

I growled before reluctantly agreeing. He got off and went straight to the bathroom. I remained to lie on the bed. I kept my eyes on the ceiling. I wondered what would change . . . would I have super strength like Superman? Or would I get demonic powers? A sly grin tugged on my lips as I thought about being more powerful than my brothers and father. I'd be able to take care of Azazel before he turned me into his puppet bitch.

I sat up straight at the sound of my phone ringing. I got off the bed and walked to the small table. I was Dean. I pressed ignore. I turned around and my phone started to ring again. I groaned and saw that it was Derek. I pressed ignore.

Mentally, I cussed myself out. I just had a heavy make-out session with Anthony, while Derek was at home, waiting for me. But, Anthony made me feel strong . . . I wasn't all girly-in-love when I was around him. It was purely power. I wanted that . . . I craved it.

My phone rang again. It was Sam this time. I groaned and picked it up.

"What?!"

"Where are you?"

His voice was strong and demanding. I rolled my eyes. So, now they cared. When I was nowhere in sight, but other than that I was the one they always kept in the dark. Did I mean nothing to them? I was probably just bringing them down . . . keeping them away from I don't know what.

I sighed and coolly responded, "I'm with a friend."

"What friend?"

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

Sam yelled, "Of course it is! You are my sister . . . I need to know that you are fine." He choked on his last words.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry. I'll be out of your hair. Don't worry about me."

I hung up just as I heard Sam screaming my name. I threw my cell phone to the opposite side of the room. My eyes found Anthony, who walked out with his hands raised. I rolled my eyes.

"I want more," I said.

"I'll get you some later . . . for now . . . would you like to meet with someone?"

I titled my head. "Who?"

"You're grandfather . . . from your Mommy's side."

I bit my lower lip. "How do you know him? I thought he was dead."

He smirked. "He was . . . but, someone got him out," he winked.

I nodded. "Fine."

Anthony was next to me within seconds. His arm went around my shoulders. I was pulled closer to him. We strolled out of the motel room. I didn't have a car with me and I didn't want to return to the hospital to pick it up.

Anthony left my side and in a moment, he opened the door of a car. My eyes widened. We were going to highjack a car. I shrugged it off. I hopped in and he drove off towards the opposite side, further away from the hospital.

We got onto the I-44 West. He was speeding well above the regulated limit. I shut my eyes and fell asleep.

"Wake up!"

My eyes opened. I looked around before turning to Anthony. "Where are we?"

"Tulsa, Oklahoma. "

"What are we doing here?"

"Grandpa Campbell is here. Actually, we are outside where he lives."

I looked out and saw the old abandoned looking barn. "Here?"

He nodded.

"And . . . you know this how?"

He shrugged, "Let's just say that he owes me a few favors."

I got out of the car and made my way to the barn. When I was standing right outside his door, I didn't know how to knock. Anthony was ahead of me, he roughly banged against the door.

The door flung opened and a bald man appeared before me. I bowed my head slightly, letting my hair fall before me. His voice was gruff as he spoke.

"Anthony, what can I do for you now?"

My demon friend's voice was light and casual. "I'd like you to meet . . . Casey Winchester . . . your granddaughter."

"Winchester . . ."

I looked up and his eyes widened. "Oh God . . . you look like . . ."

"My mother . . . I know, I've been told," I muttered quietly.

"Well . . . come on in. What can I do for you, Casey?"

I leaned into Anthony and whispered, "I'm craving it . . . badly."

"Got any demons in your hold, Samuel?"

"Yes . . . a few . . . why?"

"Where?"

"In the back . . . why?"

Anthony just winked and dragged me with him to the back. We walked into a cool dungeon like area. He opened the door and pushed me in. He locked the door behind me.

"Well . . . have fun."

I turned my back to him and faced the darkness. Even with the dim light, I noticed the demons. A smirk appeared as I allowed myself to rush over. I grabbed the first demon and stabbed it in the neck. I put my mouth on the wound and drank.

"Get her off me," the demon roared.

I drank as quickly as I could. I enjoyed the sensation. I felt a hand on my back. I dropped the body and raised my hand, wanting to push him off me. Suddenly, the demon's back hit the cement wall. I hadn't even touched him. I felt it. The power.

I grinned cheekily. I ran to the opposite side and launched myself at him. I drank, but as I did, I head the voice outside.

"What is wrong with her?"

"Azazel's best suit . . . you feed her and you'll get what you want. She's strong. I can feel it."

"I get what I want . . . fine."

What were they talking about? My mind didn't wrap itself around their words. I was far too busy draining the demon in my arms. I gulped the last bit of his blood. I looked up and saw Anthony on the other side of the tiny opening in the door. I could feel the blood drying on my skin. I walked to the opening and wrapped my hands around the small bars. I bit my lower lip. That smirk. I could feel myself getting aroused.

"God . . . I'm horny," I moaned softly.

He sounded so playful, "Want me to fix that."

His eyes held mine and I nodded. My mouth was slightly opened. I was drawn to him. The door opened and he pulled me out. I stumbled alongside as we made our way further down. Anthony pushed in and closed the door behind him. As he walked closer to me, he stripped out of his shirt and then slowly, he unbuttoned his pants. I couldn't take it anymore. I closed the gap between us and began to run my hands across his pale and cold body.

"Fuck," he groaned.

After that one word . . . I barely had a single thought.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was in complete darkness. A strong grip was around my waist, pulling me closer to a nude male body. I titled my head and saw Anthony. What was going on? Why were we naked in a cell?

My eyes widened. Demon blood . . . I got flashes, but I felt like I just woken up from a dream. A dream that I had no memory of. I got out of his grasp without waking him up. I grabbed my clothes and exited the door after clothing myself. I walked towards the south end of the hall to the large door that had multiply drawings. I pushed the door and walked out.

There were old couches and a coffee table. To the side was a makeshift kitchen. I heard a noise to the far end of the room which caught my attention.

"Ah . . . Casey. How are you?"

It was Grandpa Campbell. I got this odd feeling telling me to be wary of him, but I couldn't tell why. He told me to sit and I did.

"I'm fine."

I saw him going to the kitchen area and pulling out some cereal. Once he prepared it, he handed it over to me. I thanked him and began to eat.

"So, tell me. How old are you?"

"I recently turned eighteen."

He nodded.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "I thought you were dead. That's what Dad told us."

"I was . . . someone pulled me out."

I bit my lower lip and nodded. I continued eating and soon enough, I was done. The bowl clattered onto the table. I looked up at him and noticed that he was staring at me.

"You look so much like her. The resemblance is uncanny."

"You mean my mother," I justified.

He nodded. "The only difference is that she was a blonde."

I smiled softly. "I was when I was younger . . . my hair color sort of changed."

My phone began to ring again. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that it was Sam. I smiled sadly and picked it up.

"Sam."

"Casey, we are sorry. Dad kept it from us too. I'm sorry for everything. Please . . . come back."

"I . . . okay."

I could tell them no. He sounded sincere. I was still upset, but part of me cried for it. I came to see my Father and within hours, I disappeared. I was being horrible. I knew we needed to talk. I stood up.

"I'm sorry, but I need to get back my family."

He nodded.

"So . . . I'm going to go. Tell Anthony, I'll see him later."

I turned away from him and began walking away from him towards the exit. I was just about to leave when I was pulled back in by my hair. I cried in pain.

The last thing I heard was my grandfather's voice. It sounded so evil and creepy, "You aren't going anywhere."

(A/N) Uh oh. Just wanting to make something clear . . . Casey does NOT remember her whole high off demon blood. She remembers taking it, but not what happened afterwards meaning her screwing Anthony.

I felt as if Casey on demon blood should be like someone taking drugs or too much alcohol . . . so she doesn't really know what happened.

What are Grandpa Campbell and Anthony hiding?

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