DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB and Life With Derek is owned by Disney. I can't remember if Casey and Lizzie shared a room or not, but for this fic, they do. Sorry I didn't make it clear in the last chapter. And I'm not quite sure where Sam and Dean were after "The Hookman" or "Bugs", so if this isn't realistic, I apologize. Slight reference to "Bugs".
That night, Marti was sleeping peacefully in Casey and Lizzie's room. All of a sudden, there came a terrible growling. Marti awoke with a whimper. The growling came again. This time, Lizzie and Casey awoke.
"Casey?" Lizzie asked in fright.
"Stay here. I'll take care of it," Casey answered. She climbed out of bed and grabbed the knife and gun. Then, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The growling continued and the others came out.
"What is that horrible sound?" Derek wondered.
"Look, everybody just go back to bed. I'll take care of it," Casey declared. It was then that her stepbrother noticed her attire.
"Casey, you're dressed," Derek noted.
"Like I'm gonna fight this thing in my pajamas. What am I stupid?" Casey responded.
"There's no such thing as monsters," Edwin told her.
"You've got a lot to learn, kid," Casey stated.
"Honey, be careful," Nora cautioned.
"Always am," Casey proclaimed. With that, she went into Marti's room and shut the door behind her.
"Rise 'n' shine, darlin'. It's your wake-up call," she said. The monster growled and lunged. In the hallway, everyone jumped as a shot rang out.
"What in the world?" George wondered as Lizzie and Marti came out.
"Casey!" the little girl cried in fright.
"Don't worry, Marti. Casey knows what she's doing," Lizzie assured. There was another shot.
"Oh, come on! Is that all you got? You can do better! Let's go!" they heard Casey scream. There came a crash, followed by sounds of scuffling. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean had finally arrived at the street.
"Think she'll be mad that we took so long?" Dean queried.
"Not if we tell her the truth," Sam responded.
"Here's the address," Dean noted. He pulled up to the driveway and shut off the engine. As the brothers got out of the car, a neighbor came walking up in their pajamas.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Nora's nephews, Sam and Dean," Sam responded.
"Well, could you tell her to turn down the t.v.? My wife's trying to sleep," he stated.
"We'll be sure to tell her," Dean promised.
"Thank you," the man said, then went back into his house as they walked up to the porch.
"What do you suppose he meant?" Sam asked. They heard a loud bang.
"Probably that," Dean responded. "Sam, get our stuff," he snapped. Then, pounding on the door, "Aunt Nora!" Sam grabbed Dean's keys, ran back to the car, and and unlocked the trunk, where he grabbed several weapons.
"Aunt Nora!" Dean shouted again, knocking harder. The door opened to reveal a sixteen-year old boy.
"Who are you?" he asked. Before either brother could answer, there came a cry of pain.
"CASEY!" Sam and Dean pushed past the boy and ran in the direction of the scream. There was another shriek and Casey ran out of Marti's room, clutching her shoulder.
"Sam, the door," Dean snapped. Sam ran past his cousin and quickly shut the door.
"Casey," Dean said urgently. She fell into his arms.