DISCLAIMER
Life With Derek belongs to Disney. Supernatural belongs to the WB. Inspired by the Are You Afraid of the Dark? episode "Dead Man's Float". Creature is mine, though inspired by the Water-man legend I found on a folklore and myth site. I also own the guard.
"Casey!" Dean cried. He and Sam took off, the guard and the younger kids at their heels. Sam tugged on the door.
"It's stuck," he grunted. Then, he backed up and kicked it in.
"Casey!" Sam cried. He and Dean pulled out their guns, as did the guard.
"Come on, ugly! Show yourself!" Dean shouted. By this time, the commotion had captured the attention of several guests who had come to watch, including the MacDonald and Venturi family.
"What's going on?" Derek asked.
"Casey's in there!" Marti exclaimed.
"What?" Nora gasped. With a whoosh, the creature stood up.
"WHOA!" Sam and Dean chorused. Several guests scream and fled in terror.
"That's no Water-Man," Dean stated. The thing---whatever it was---was black and green, had a large tail, black and green claws, and yellow eyes. In one claw, was Casey.
"Then what the heck is it?" Sam wondered.
"Whatever it is, it's gonna die," the guard responded. With that, he inched his finger towards the trigger.
"No. Don't! Don't!" Sam cautioned, noticing his movements.
"Why not?" the guard demanded.
"For one thing, your bullets are useless," Sam stated.
"For another, you might hit our cousin," Dean added. The creature roared and flailed about. Sam and Dean had no choice but to fire. A shot hit home and Casey was uncermoniously dropped onto the concrete.
"Sam, check her!" Dean bellowed. Sam ran to her under the cover of his brother's fire. There was a large gash from the fall and blue dots covered her body. Sam removed his jacket, tore it, and tied around her head. Then, he placed two fingers on her neck.
"Dean! There's no pulse!" he screamed frantically. No! No! No! No! he thought frantically. At this, Derek broke away from his father and ran towards Casey.
"What can I do?" he asked.
"You know, CPR?" Sam wondered.
"Yeah," Derek responded.
"Help me," Sam said. With that, he interlaced his fingers, placed his hands on her chest, and began to pump.
"One, two, three, four, five. Breathe!" Derek did as he was told. The cycle was completed. Some time later, they heard a dying shriek. Sam glanced over his shoulder, the water demon fell to its death, then disappeared into nothing.
"Casey!" Dean shouted, running up to them.
"One, two, three, four, five. Breathe!" Sam instructed. Derek did so. Then, panted.
"Let me take over," Dean said. Derek moved out of the way. When the count time was up, Dean blew a breath into Casey's mouth.
"Come on, J.H. Don't you die on me," Dean muttered worriedly.
"Come on, Casey. Breathe!" Derek urged.
"Son, you need to call it," the guard told the boys.
"Don't say that! She's not dead!" Derek snapped, shoving the man away.
"One, two, three---" Sam counted off again.
"Come on, Casey. I---I need you," Derek confessed.
"Four---" Sam's count was interrupted by violent coughing.
"Sammy?" Casey managed to get out.
"Oh, thank God!" Sam cried in relief.
"Casey!" Marti shouted happily as the coughing died down.
"Well, I'll be. I was sure she was a goner," the guard breathed.
"Casey, what did I teach you when you first started hunting with us?" Dean demanded.
"No chick flick moments," Casey rasped.
"Okay...well, yeah," Dean acknowleged. "What else?" he queried. She stared him, genuinely confused.
"Don't scare me like that!" Dean scolded her. Her cousins carefully helped her up.
"Come on. Let's get out of here," Dean said gently.
"Casey, are you okay?" George queried.
"I need a vacation," was Casey's response. Everyone laughed.