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Supernatural belongs to the WB. Life With Derek belongs to Disney. I only own Ronald.

Minutes later, Sam, Dean, Casey, and Derek were at Westman High. Sam, Casey, and Dean had each taken turns filling Derek in on the way.

"Well, what does this guy want with me? I didn't do anything to him," Derek protested.

"Spirits don't see shades of grey, Derek. You're popular and picking on people who aren't. That's good enough for Ronald," Casey answered.

"Yeah, well, how are we gonna get in? The place is locked," Derek pointed out. For an answer, Dean merely broke the lock on the door. Then, he ushered the others in.

"Hey, Ronald! You in here?" Casey asked. Sam, meanwhile, was handling his own shotgun and a camera.

"Guys. To the left," he said suddenly. Dean and Casey turned to the said direction, Sam and Derek on their heels.

"How can you be sure he's here?" Derek queried.

"Camera's orbing," Sam replied.

"Huh?" Derek asked.

"When there's a ghost, a camera captures it. It's called 'orbing'," Casey explained.

"How do you know?" Derek questioned.

"I've been on hunts before," Casey responded. They continued on.

"Whoa! The EMF's goin' crazy!" Dean exclaimed. Suddenly, there was violent gust of wind!

"Ronald, I presume!" Sam yelled above the noises.

"And probably not too happy to see Derek!" Casey added.

"Okay, we gotta find the bones, and then salt and torch 'em!" Dean stated. Without warning, Derek was yanked into the air and tossed down the hall.

"Derek!" Casey screamed. Then, "You guys search for the bones, I'll help Derek."

"Right," her cousins chorused. Then, they took off. Casey ran down the hall, following Derek's trail.

"Derek!" she shouted. Derek shouted in pain as he was thrown against a locker.

"Derek!" Casey shouted again. Derek grunted as he was pinned to the locker. He tried to step away from the locker, but he was stuck. Casey cocked her rifle and pointed.

"Are you crazy? You're gonna hit me!" Derek yelled. Casey resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Who did Derek think he was talking to?

"Derek, I've been hunting for a long time. I know how to use a shotgun," she retorted. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were still searching for the bones. They forced open the lockers and looked inside them.

"Anything yet?" Dean asked.

"Nope," Sam answered. Dean opened up another locker. Then, "OH! Now, that's just gross!" Sam looked over his brother's shoulder and made a face. There, stuffed in the locker, was a pile of mostly decomposed bones. Dean set down his bag, grabbed the rock salt, and poured it over the rubble. Then, Sam struck a match.

"Time to burn, baby," he quipped. Meanwhile, Casey and Derek watched as the spirit of Ronald Diminsky materialized.

"You. You're mean. You disrespect people," the ghost accused.

"It wasn't me!" Derek protested.

"There's no difference! You're all the same! You lie, you mock, tease, put down, ridicule---"

"Get over it," Casey interrupted. Ronald turned to her. "It was ten years ago. So you got a raw deal. No one's saying you didn't," she continued.

"You should be on my side! All he does is make fun of you," Ronald said.

"Ah, in one ear, out the other," Casey dismissed. Then, "Now...get out of my school, and let go of my brother." Ronald started for her and she let out a shot. Then, he began to burn. For a moment, Casey was confused. Then, she realized that her cousins must've found the bones and done the salt and torch. Moments later, Ronald's ghost disappeared. With a gasp, Derek pulled away from the locker.

"Casey!" a voice shouted.

"Dean, I'm over here!" Casey called. Minutes later, Sam and Dean ran up.

"Cay, you all right?" Sam asked in concern.

"I'm fine. He wasn't so tough. Just a lot of hot air," Casey responded. Dean let out a snort.

"All right. Let's get out of here," Sam decided. They headed for the entrance.

"Um...maybe I'm jinxing this, but...why didn't the alarm go off?" Casey wondered.

"Don't ask, J.H. Just be thankful," Dean stated.

"Hey, Casey, what you said back there---" Derek began.

"Derek, if you're gonna go on hunts, the first thing you have to remember is: no chick flick moments," Casey interrupted. Dean laughed. "That's my girl," he approved, mussing her hair.