DISCLAIMER
Life With Derek belongs to Disney, and Supernatural belongs to the WB. I only own the Drakon.
At school, Casey tried to act normal, which meant not favoring her injured shoulder. It wouldn't do for the entire school to find out that they had a Drakon problems. Of course, they wouldn't know what a Drakon was, anyway, but still. They already thought she was a freak, and she didn't want to add any fuel to the fire. However, by lunchtime, it was getting harder and harder to hide her injury. Her shoulder was so sore.
"Are you okay?" Emily asked seeing, her wince.
"Yeah. My cousins surprised us last night. We got to roughousing and I wrenched my shoulder," Casey lied.
"But you're okay?" Emily checked.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Casey assured. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were busy searching the house. They had finished the downstairs and were now working on the upstairs.
"Man! There's nothing here! There's absolutely no way the Drakon could've gotten in!" Sam shouted in exasperation.
"Well, it apparently it found one, so keep looking," Dean responded.
"Wait. It was in the little girl's room, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I mean...it didn't look like it was Casey's room," Dean agreed.
"Heck, if it was Casey's room, they wouldn't be having this problem," Sam stated.
"True," Dean chuckled. They headed for the direction they had been in the previous night.
"Seems pretty quiet," Sam noted.
"Well, it's daytime, Sammy. You know as well as I do monsters become active at night," Dean reminded him.
"It's Sam," Sam corrected hotly as he opened the door. Dean came in behind him and shut the door. There was no sense in risking an escape. They began to look around.
"Dean, check it out," Sam said presently. Confused, Dean looked at his brother, who gestured to clothes that were strewn about.
"So what? It's a six-year old. And things probably got thrown around when Casey went one-on-one with it," Dean stated.
"No. Look at how they're positioned...and where," Sam emphasized. Dean looked harder. It was then that he saw what his younger brother had noticed. Each article was stretched out and covering any holes.
"She was trying to protect herself. Smart kid," Dean mused.
"You think she knew?" Sam wondered.
"What? That a Drakon can shrink itself into nothing and then take shape once it's in a room?" Dean questioned. "Probably not. I think it was just common sense and self-preservation. I mean, a little girl hears strange noises, she doesn't want anything gettin' her, so she covers up every entrance she sees," he continued.
"Yeah, but then, how did it get in? I mean, there must've been something she missed, or----" Sam's voice dropped.
"Or what?" Dean prodded.
"Or something she wouldn't have covered," Sam finished.
"Like what?" Dean asked.
"Like that," Sam replied, pointing. Dean followed his brother's gaze and found himself staring at an air vent.
"Looks like we found our entrance," Dean stated. Later, that day, they relayed to Casey and the others what they found.
"So he came in through the vents?" she asked.
"Yeah. Then once he was in your stepsister's room, he took shape," Dean answered.
"What exactly is a Drakon?" George wondered.
"Your typical under-the-bed monster. They get into a bedroom by shrinking themselves into nothing. Once they're in the room, they grow back to their original shape," Dean responded.
"So you guys go in there and kill it," Derek stated.
"No. We gotta wait until tonight," Sam responded.
"Why?" Edwin asked.
"Because it's only visible at night," Casey told him.
"I don't want it to get me," Marti said.
"It won't," Sam promised. He knelt down. "I promise you. You won't have to be scared anymore," he continued.
"Yeah?" Marti asked in a small voice.
"Yeah," Sam smiled.
"Your daughter's really smart. She covered up any entrances that the Drakon could've gotten through," Dean stated.
"Then, how did it get into her room?" George wondered.
"No one's expected to cover up an air vent," Sam responded.
"Good point," George said.
"As soon as night falls, the thing dies," Dean declared. That night, George, Nora, Derek, Lizzie, Edwin, and Marti watched Sam, Dean, and Casey loaded up.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Casey?" George queried.
"Oh, yeah," Casey responded.
"Like ya really have to ask? J.H. is a born fighter," Dean stated.
"You sure you really want her in there? She didn't do so hot the other night," Derek snidely pointed out.
"How many monsters have you bagged?" Sam snapped.
"None," Derek answered.
"Then shut up," Sam responded.
"Let's do this," Dean declared. With that, they marched into Marti's room. A few minutes later, there were various shots---then silence. Everyone waited. Then, Sam, Casey, and Dean came back out.
"Bagged it," Dean stated.
"We'll take it out and torch it," Sam assured them.
"Well, go ahead," Dean invited. His brother glared.
"Come on," Casey said. The two placed down their weapons and walked back into the room. Sam took the shoulders and Casey took the legs. Together, they carried the Drakon out into the hall.
"HOLY COW!" Derek exclaimed, when he saw it. Marti ran to her father and buried her face into his legs.
"Relax, Marti. It's dead now," Casey comforted. Derek took another look at the creature. It was black all over with green horns potruding out of its head.
"Take it to the back, please," Nora requested.
"No prob. Dean, get us some shovels," Sam replied. He and Casey went down the stairs, with Dean at their heels. The older Winchester made a detour to the garage to get the shovels. Once they got to the backyard, Dean passed out the shovels and together they dug up the ground until they they had made a six foot long hole. Then Dean produced a pack of matches.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yep," the other two said, dropping the monster and stepping away from it. Dean used his lighter to strike a match and threw it down on the Drakon. Sam and Casey did the same. This continued until there were no matches left. Suddenly, they heard sirens.
"Uh-oh," Casey said. They heard footsteps walking to the front door.
"Should we check it out?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Casey replied. "Dean, watch the fire," she continued.
"Why me?" Dean queried.
"Because it's my house," Casey responded. With that, she and Sam walked back into the house and up to the front door, where Nora had just greeted an officer.
"There came a report of gunshots," the officer reported.
"It was the t.v.," Casey lied. "Sam here was watching some western and he forgot to turn down the volume," she continued.
"That's right. He's used to just having his brother with him, and neither one of them care how loud the television is," Nora agreed.
"I see," the officer responded. "What about the other night? There were also gunshots that night and screaming," he pressed.
"I was watching a crime drama and I got a little carried away," Casey said sheepishly.
"Uh-huh," the man said, indicating that he wasn't quite convinced. However, he had nothing else to go on. "Well...just try to keep it down in the future," he said.
"Yes, sir. We will," Casey promised. The officer bid them goodnight and Nora closed the door. There was a collective sigh of relief.
"That was a close call," Casey stated.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I made up the Drakon's powers.