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

There were bright white flashes that penetrated through the blurry haze. I didn't have the power to more, nor the ability or strength. I laid still. My head pounded.

I opened my eyes and hear the soft hums of music. I tried staying up, but failed. But, before I was completely enthralled by the darkness, I heard the deep voice that I knew belonged to my brother.

"It's going to be alright"

"Are you sure this is going to work, Cas?"

"It should."

I was running further into the trees, the night covering me. I panted as I sprinted as fast as I could. Something was chasing me and I had no idea what it was. However, the raspy voice begged for me to stop. It told me to invite it in; accept faith. I couldn't force myself to scream, it felt useless.

I shrieked as my foot got caught into the roots of trees. I cursed loudly as I tried to remove myself from it. I pulled and tugged, yet nothing worked. I was going to die. This thing was going to get to me and do god knows what.

I could hear the crackling of crisp leaves. The howling wind shook the trees. My breathing seemed to become shallow as the noise became louder with every step.

"Stop fighting me," its husky voice said.

It was a man. He was brown haired and eyes. His hand shot forward and was inches away from my cheek. Before he could touch me I let out a blood curdling scream.

I sat up straight, screaming. My eyes widened to the fact that I was in a bed . . . alone. My head snapped to its side. I realized I was in my room . . . at the Venturi/McDonald residence. How had I gotten back?

My bedroom door hurriedly opened. I grabbed my covers, pulling them up to me. I had never been this afraid in my life. As I saw who it was, my pounding heart slowed. I let out a sigh in relief. Derek.

"What's with the god damn screaming?! It's one in the morning!"

I was taken aback with his harsh tone. I bit my lower lip. I gulped and shook my head. He didn't seem friendly; perhaps it was because I had waked him up. But, there was something different. Like something had changed. His eyes weren't soft and comforting as they once were. They were cold and icy like before we had gotten together.

Without another word, Derek slammed my door shut and left me to wallow in my dark room. I crept out of bed and paced around my room. I glanced over my desk and saw an envelope. My name was scribbled onto it. I grabbed it and ripped it open.

I pulled out the page and read through the words:

Case,

We've brought you back to Nora's. I think it is better for you if you stayed that . . . live the normal life you've wanted. We won't disturb you. You were right.

Have a happy life honey. We will always love you.

-Dad, Sam and Dean

The piece of parchment slipped out of my hands. The words seemed to flash before my eyes as I tried to comprehend what my father had written. They left me here? What did they mean by 'we won't disturb me?' I was going to go back to them. That was the plan. I turned away from the paper and pulled out of my cell phone. I dialed my father, but there was no answer. I tried my brothers and yet again, there was no answer. I tried their other numbers, but they all seemed to be disconnected. I choked on a sob. I fell onto my bed, pondering what had just happened.

I lied back down and stared at nothing. I closed my eyes, hoping to realize what had happened. What was happening even?

My eyes flashed opened. The images of a blurred vision scared me. Red, crimson red blood was pouring down the necks of the demons. From what I saw, it was like there was a hickey type mark on their skin.

I gulped and shot out of bed. I rushed downstairs, grabbing my keys. The house was completely quiet. I was about to walk out the front door when I heard Derek.

"Where are you going?"

I looked at him over my shoulder with a watery expression. My hand was frozen on the handle of the entrance. I could see his concern, yet it was quickly covered by indifference.

"I need to get out."

"At one in the morning? Seriously?"

"Why do you care," I demanded, blurting the words before I could stop myself. There is a harsh tone to them.

He was taken aback. "I'm not," he stated bluntly. "I'm going back to bed. You can do whatever you want to."

Without any control, I rushed over to him and stood in front of him. I hissed, "Why are you acting like this?"

His eyes widnened. "Oh, how about that I've caught you making out with Truman, Sam and some other faggots! When I'm your boyfriend. This is the first actual time you've paid any attention to me!"

I furrowed my brows. "Who's Truman? And, why on earth would I make out with Sam? Have you hit your head?"

He let out an exasperated sigh in frustration. He pushed away from me and marched upstairs. Before he reached the stop, he stopped. He turned around briefly before leaving.

I stood there frozen. I was so confused. I finally walked out of the house. I just sat in my car. I reminisced about the times Derek and I had sex in this car. Tears were falling from my eyes. I couldn't keep it anymore. My family was gone and I couldn't get a hold of them. Derek was pissed off at me for something I had no idea about. And . . . I felt like something was missing.

Suddenly, the sadness that I was wallowing in turned into complete rage. My fists connected with my steering wheel. I pounded it against them. I screamed. The tears still fell from my eyes, but I placed everything in the yells and fist pounding.

I wished that I could get someone . . . anyone.

There was a weird flapping sound that filled the car. I looked to my right and screamed. I put the light on and saw that it was the angel boy.

"Castiel?"

He looked to me and nodded. If I was confused before, I was in disbelief now. What was going on? I needed to know.

"Where's my family?"

"I cannot answer that."

"Why not," I snarled. "That note . . ."

"I responded to your wish because I thought you needed it. I cannot answer that . . . it is for your own benefit."

"My own benefit?! They've abandoned me!"

"You get want though, do you not? A normal life?"

I gulped. "It was going to be for a while. I wasn't going to stay forever. It's pointless now . . . Derek hates me."

"Ahh . . . is that why you wish to find your family because that human is not the same?"

"No," I whimpered. "How did I get here?"

"They drove you here."

"Why," I choked on a sob. "Why not keep me with them?" I looked away, straight ahead.

"I must leave, but that human feels the same towards you, but his mind has been played with."

"What," I turned to face him, but Castiel had disappeared. What the hell?! "I wasn't done talking to you, Castiel!"

He didn't return. I was stuck alone. What did he mean by Derek's mind being fooled with? I leaned my head back against my seat. I just sat there . . . I was becoming comfortably numb. Everything I loved was being taken away from me and there was this unfathomable feeling that just wanted to shut down completely. It was as if I wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again.

My eyes were firmly shut, but snapped open at the sudden sound of knocking. I turned to head slightly to the window beside me. It was Derek. I rolled down my window. A cool gust of wind flooded into my car.

He stood there, leaning forward. He scratched the back of his head like he normally did when he felt awkward. Like him, I bit my lower lip, I felt odd and uncertain on how to react. So, without saying or doing anything else, I waited. I waited for him to take control.

"I know we aren't really on talking terms, but . . . I know it's stupid, but I'm worried. Is everything alright, Casey?"

My eyes began to water. Even after whatever had happened, he still felt concerned for me. I pursed my lips in order to prevent me from breaking down once again. I, however, did shake my head. I couldn't find my voice or the strength to use it.

He gulped. I could tell because of his Adam's apple. "Do you . . . do you want to talk about it?"

I nodded slowly. He gave me a weak grin that didn't seem right. He rushed over to the other side. The whole atmosphere changed the second Derek stepped a foot into my car. The door slammed shut as he seated himself. My head was running hundreds of miles per second. Without a second thought, I locked the doors and started the car. I revved the car and shot out of the driveway. I didn't know what I was doing, but I needed to be alone with him. I needed him to know that I hadn't done anything.

I wanted him to know that I still was completely in love with him. With everything in me, I just felt . . . for him. And, only him.

Derek gripped the arm rest. He seemed far too nervous for the young man I fell in love with. My attention was on the road before me.

In order to gain my interest, I heard him clear his throat. His words were soft, yet there was a hint of terror. "Where are we going?"

I didn't respond. I continued to drive. The signs were flying by us that are until the sign that said that we were leaving London came up.

Frantically, Derek questioned once more where I was heading. My eyes flashed over to him, quickly catching a glance of his scared face. He was leaning as far as he could away from me.

I didn't know how long I was driving for, but I just suddenly did a sharp turn, taking an exit. I continued to drive forward until I found the cabin Cooper had once told me about a long time ago. I slammed on the breaks, the car screeched as it halted in front of an old looking cabin that seemed to be abandoned. It was in the middle of nowhere.

I got out of the car and headed towards the back. I popped my trunk open and heard a loud audible gasp behind me. My hand shot out towards one of the levers that showed more of my weapons.

I could feel the fear oozing from his body as he stood there, looking over my shoulder. He choked out my name in pure terror when I spun around to face him. A shotgun in hand.

He stumbled backwards, tripping over a branch. Derek fell to the ground and began to crawl further away from me. I sighed.

For the first time since the beginning of the drive, I spoke up. "I'm not going to hurt you. I need to tell you something."

He snapped back, "And, you need a shotgun to speak?"

I looked down to my hands and shook my head. I threw it back into my car and closed the trunk. I hopped on and stared down at him.

There was silence that conquered us. Our eyes were connected. I tried to see what he was thinking, but it was completely blank with fear.

With some courage, Derek asked, breaking the silence. "What did you need to tell me?"

I palmed my face, wondering on how I should formulate what I was going to tell him. The truth, obviously, but how so he wouldn't do something stupid. I couldn't come up with anything.

"It's a long story," I said slowly as I averted my eyes from him.

There was a pause. "I've got time."

"I don't know where to start," I told him truthfully.

"The beginning would be nice."

I looked down and let out a shaky breath. I chewed on my lip. My mind relayed everything from my past. I opened my mouth and began telling him the whole truth.

Everything.

Who I really was?

Where I had gone?

What my family does?

Just everything that I could possibly think of I would say.

I just hoped that after all this he wouldn't think I was crazy nor have him run away from me because he was far too petrified by it.

The truth could do that.