DISCLAIMER
Life With Derek belongs to Disney. Supernatural belongs to the WB. I explained about the creature in the previous chapter. Anything else you don't recognize is mine. I'm not sure where the MacDonald\Venturi family lives, but I know that when my family drove to Disneyland, it took about six-to-eight hours. And I figured everyone knows ages, so I'm not gonna add 'em.
Meanwhile, Casey MacDonald was busy packing her suitcase. She hummed happily. She was so excited about this vacation! Someone knocked on her door.
"Come in," she called.
"Hey, Casey. You ready?" her stepfather, George Venturi asked.
"Almost. Just need a few more things," Casey answered.
"Are you sure you don't want to ride with us? There's plenty of room," George offered.
"Thanks, George. But six-to-eight hours in a car with Derek just may lead to homicide and I figured you'd want to avoid that," Casey responded.
"Hmm. Good point," George agreed. He watched as Casey snapped her suitcase closed and slung it over her shoulder.
"That's probably pretty heavy. You want some help?" George offered.
"Oh, no thanks. I got it," Casey answered. She moved past him and went downstairs.
"Hey, J.H. You ready?" her cousin, Dean Winchester questioned.
"I was born ready," Casey replied. He chuckled.
"Spoken like a true hunter," he said to his brother, Sam.
"Yep," Sam agreed.
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Marti Venturi cried, bouncing up and down. Her older brother, Derek chuckled.
"Easy, Smarti. We'll be leaving soon," he assured.
"When I get there, I wanna go on Space Mountain first," Lizzie MacDonald stated.
"No Tower of Terror," Edwin Venturi corrected.
"Well, we're gonna have to get a goodnight's sleep first," Nora pointed out.
"What I don't get is why we can't just fly there," Derek complained.
"Fly? On a plane? Are you insane?" Dean snapped.
"Dean, I've told you, not all planes have Phantom Travelers," Casey reminded him.
"I don't care. I still don't like them," Dean responded.
"Actually, I'm not too fond of them myself these days," Sam agreed. Casey let out an exasperated sigh.
"Let's just go," she stated. With that, everyone trooped out. Nora, George, Derek, Edwin, Marti, and Lizzie got into the family van, while Sam, Dean, and Casey got into the 1967 Chevy Impala.
"Man, I can't wait until I'm old enough to drive that," Derek murmured, gazing admiringly at the vehicle.
"Forget it, kid. Unless it's an extreme emergency, no one drives this car but me," Dean stated. They all got into their vehicles. Dean turned the engine on. Sam and Casey groaned as Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister blared out of the stereo.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I'm not sure if Dean would be a Twisted Sister fan, but I had to use something I knew. I mean, I like the song, but I wouldn't buy the group.