HUNTERS #5 SIREN'S SONG
DISCLAIMER
Life With Derek belongs to Disney. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the new boy in town. Thanks to everybody who gave me information on sirens. And I know sirens are usually girls, but I wanted it to be a boy for this story.
CHAPTER ONE: TRAINING
Casey MacDonald carefully stepped through the backyard. She stopped and closed her eyes. Hearing a slight rustle, she turned to her right. Waiting until she was sure of her attacker's position, she stood still. Then, she reached out with her hands and grabbed the first that had moved to strike her. There was a small grunt of pain as her cousin Dean Winchester hit the ground. His brother Sam lunged at his cousin, only to meet concrete. He looked at his brother, asking what to do. Using his hands, Dean indicated a double team. Sam nodded. Together, they attacked. Sam grabbed Casey's legs and Dean covered her arms. Casey kicked Sam away and then twisted her upper body so that he crashed to the ground. Then, she positioned herself so that Dean couldn't move and that her arm was against his throat.
"Sammy...little help," he managed to rasp. Sam picked himself up and headed for Casey. She snapped back a leg and hit Sam about one inch above a very sensitive spot.
"Hey! Little close!" he objected.
"If you're a monster or demon, all bets are off," she responded. Dean let out a small, rasp of a chuckle.
"Got a point," he choked out. Hearing this, Casey shifted. Using the distraction, Dean flipped her over so that their positions were reversed.
"Gotcha," he grinned.
"Breakfast!" Nora MacDonald called. With a groan, the trio stopped what they were doing and walked in from the backyard and to the kitchen where Casey's sister Lizzie, and the Venturi family, George, Derek, Edwin, and Marti were already sitting at the table.
"'Bout time," Derek said.
"We were training," Casey defended herself.
"You're gettin' better, J.H.," Dean noted.
"Well, when you're taught by the best," Casey grinned. Dean chuckled. Sam held out a chair for the girl. Casey winced as she took a seat.
"You okay? We didn't hurt you earlier, did we?" Dean queried in concern.
"No, I'm good," Casey assured. "Besides, it's like Uncle John always says. "When you train'---"
"'Act like it's the real thing'," her cousins finished with her. Sam chuckled.
"Man, Dean. I think she's even more dedicated to hunting than you are," he joked.
"Can you blame her?" Dean queried.
"No. I guess not," Sam said quietly, his mirth dying. Nora brought out eggs, bacon, and toast and the family began eating. Minutes later, they were finished.
"Hey Aunt Nora, would you like me to take Casey and Derek to school?" Dean offered.
"Yeah, that'd be a great help, Dean," Nora responded.
"Why can't you take us?" Lizzie pouted.
"Maybe next time, Kiddo," Dean answered.
"Come on," George said, gathering up Lizzie, Edwin, and Marti. Derek and Casey followed Dean to the front of the house as Sam began helping Nora with the dishes.
"I call shotgun!" Casey cried.
"No way! I get shotgun," Derek responded.
"Casey called it. She gets it," Dean stated. Casey smirked as she got into the front seat of Dean's 1967 Impala and buckled herself in. Once everyone was properly restrained, Dean turned on the engine and Black Sabbath's Pigs of War came out of the speakers.
"Hey! What is this trash? Put on some good music!" Derek exclaimed.
"Casey, explain the rules, would ya?" Dean queried.
"Driver picks the music, shotgun and passengers shut their cakeholes," Casey recited.
"That's my girl," Dean grinned. Derek slumped in his seat and tried to ignore the blasting song.