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Hey, I just want to thank anyone who's readin' the story. I hope you're all enjoyin' it. SupernaturalGurl: Thanks. Sorry this isn't long enough.

DISCLAIMER

As you know, Life With Derek belongs to Disney. And Supernatural is the property of the WB. I own anything you don't recongize. Oh, and for this series, unless I introduce new characters, I'm not going to put stuff like "fifteen-year old" 'cuz I figure everyone knows how old the MacDonalds, Venturis, and Winchesters are.

Casey was asleep on her bed when she felt something hit her head. She made a moaning noise and twisted her neck sideways. There came another splat and she opened her eyes. Then, she gasped. Her boyfriend, Ricky, was on the ceiling, bleeding.

"NO!" she cried. Then, he burst into flames----BRRRRIIIIIINNNG! Casey jerked awake as her alarm went off, playing loud rock.

"Not again. I hate that dream," she moaned. When would the nightmares end? When would Ricky's death stop haunting her? With a sigh, he shut the clock off, got dressed, and came downstairs a few minutes later.

"Hey. Mornin', J.H.," a voice greeted. Casey turned around to see Dean. She smiled.

"Morning, Dean," she said.

"Sleep okay?" Dean queried.

"Define 'Okay'," Casey quipped. The older man knew what that meant: she had had another nightmare about Ricky.

"Another one?" Dean sighed. He shook his head.

"Yeah," Casey nodded.

"Between you and Sammy, I don't know what to do," Dean declared. He raked his fingers through his hair.

"We'll be fine," Casey insisted tightly. Dean could see that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Fix you anything?" he offered, changing the subject.

"Uh, I don't think so, Dean," came the response.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" he objected. This declaration was met with a raised eyebrow.

"Dean, the last time you tried to cook something, you nearly burned down the house," she reminded him.

"That was the one---"

"Dean offered to cook again, didn't he?" a voice interrupted. Both turned to see Sam.

"Uh-huh," Casey responded.

"That's never good," Sam stated.

"Oh, not you too," Dean groaned.

"Dude, there were two fire trucks!" Sam reminded his brother. Casey laughed.

"Hey, come on!" Dean protested. A tinkling laugh caused the trio to turn around. Casey's mother Nora was standing in the doorway, watching the cousins bicker good-naturedly.

"Mornin', Aunt Nora," Sam stated.

"Good morning, you three. I'll make breakfast," the woman told them. "After all, we don't want a repeat of the last time Dean tried his hand at cooking," she continued.

"Hey!" Dean objected as Sam and Casey began laughing harder. With that, Nora began pulling out pots and pans. Soon, the smell of bacon and eggs permeated throughout the house. Mmmmmm. That smells soooooo good, Derek thought to himself. He had missed having someone cooking something that smelled even remotely good. Things hadn't been the same since the divorce. The boy forced himself out of bed and down the stairs. One-by-one, George, Marti, Edwin, and Lizzie came downstairs. As he sat down, Derek forgot about his back and leaned into the chair. Then, he grunted in pain. That hurt!

"Derek, you all right?" George asked, hearing the sound.

"Yeah. I just fell in school yesterday," Derek lied.

"Fell?" George repeated.

"Yeah. It was real stupid," Derek responded. "And you wouldn't believe it: the lights were flickering and it got real cold," he continued. Casey just looked at her plate. She wasn't sure what to say. She knew why Derek hadn't told his father the truth, but she wasn't sure what was going on at Westman High. The poltergeist was just a theory. Catching his cousin's uneasiness, Sam kicked his brother, who followed his gaze. Minutes later, as everyone headed out the door, Sam grabbed Casey by the arm and held her back.

"I'm gonna be late," she snapped.

"We'll make it quick," Dean promised.

"What's goin' at your school?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure. I mean, flickering lights, cold air, moving things around, violent acts...it sounds like a poltergeist, but---" Casey began.

"It's just a theory right now," Sam finished.

"Exactly," Casey confirmed. The car horn honked impatiently. "Look, I've gotta go. I'll talk to you guys later," she said. Then, she hurried to the car. Later that morning, she went about her day, as did Derek. The boy acted like he always did, talking and joking with his friends, and putting down anybody he didn't deem as cool as they were.

"Derek is sooooo cute," Emily sighed.

"Are you kidding? He is such a creep," Casey snapped. Why is she obsessing over him? she wondered. During one of the instances in which Derek was blasting some poor student, Casey suddenly froze. It had gotten cold all of a sudden.

"What is it?" Emily asked her friend.

"Something's here," Casey said.

"What? What something?" Emily wondered in confusion. What was Casey talking about? Without responding, Casey dashed towards Derek. But she was too late. Derek was lifted into the air and thrown back!

"Derek!" Casey and Emily exclaimed in unison, running towards the boy.

"Derek," Casey said in concern, as she and her friend knelt beside him. The boy moaned in pain.

"Somethin' hit me," he complained. He tried to sit up, but the world was spinning waaaay too much. Then, everything faded into blackness.