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DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB. Life With Derek belongs to Disney. I only own the Drakon, which is the name I made up for the monster under Marti's bed. And I know the Venturi household was cramped for space, but for this series, they have an empty guestroom.
Dean gently sat Casey down. She made a wincing, moaning noise.
"I know, J.H.," he stated. "Sam, I'm gonna need some help here," he continued. Sam dropped his weapons and knelt down beside Dean.
"Whoa. You really took a hit, didn't you, Cay?" he asked in surprise. His only response was another moan.
"We need to control the blood flow," Dean mused.
"On it," Sam responded. He took off his jacket and also removed his shirt, tearing it to make a tourniquet.
"Drakon," Casey muttered as Sam tightened the cloth around the wound.
"Did she just say "Drakon"?" Dean questioned in surprise.
"Yeah. That's what I heard," Sam answered.
"Just your typical, run-of-the-mill under the bed monster," Dean mused. Just as Sam finished the first aid, Casey came to.
"Hey, Cay," Sam grinned in relief. Casey tried to stand up, but Dean intercepted her.
"Whoa. Easy, J.H. You just took a pretty nasty hit," he reminded.
"I'm fine. I need to bag that thing," Casey insisted.
"Spoken like a true hunter," Dean chuckled.
"Come on, Cay. Why don't you just take it easy? I mean, you can't bag the Drakon when you're only at half capacity," Sam stated.
"Okay, Sammy," Casey agreed. Sam scooped Casey into his arms.
"Hey, how is that she'll listen to you and not me?" Dean queried.
"Because I'm cuter than you," Sam joked. Dean glared at him.
"Okay, it's late, and everybody's tired. Why don't we all just go to bed?" Mrs. Venturi suggested.
"Um, do you have a---" Dean's question trailed off.
"The guestroom's downstairs to the right," his aunt answered.
"Thanks, Aunt Nora," Sam said. He and Dean walked into the guestroom, where they placed her under the covers of the bed.
"Shouldn't we---" Sam gestured to the clothes.
"Hey, I love J.H. and all, but uh---I'm not undressin' her," Dean responded.
"Yeah. That'd be too weird," Sam agreed.
"Sammy, why don't you try to get some sleep?" Dean suggested.
"It's Sam," Sam corrected. "And I'm still not sleeping too good," he continued.
"Just try. That's an order," Dean responded. Sam sighed and leaned against the wall facing the bed. Soon, he was asleep. Dean however, sat in the corner, watching them both.