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As soon as Sam had heard Dean's declaration, he tore outside and headed for the car.
"Let's kill this sucker," he growled.
"Oh, yeah," the older hunter agreed. Sure as the older brother, he should've been telling the younger man to calm down, but as a hunter, he knew it would do no good. Especially since he had the same mindset. Sam and Dean filled their guns with rock salt. The rock salt wouldn't kill the thing, but it'd hurt it. The only way to kill a siren other than to pass a ship by it unharmed or play better music than it was to either blow it up into smithireens or chop off its three heads once it was in its true form. They got into the Impala and Dean drove off towards the school. Back at Westman High, Casey and Derek had been tied to a pole in the basement. Where Jack had gotten the rope, Casey didn't know. The only thing that concerned her was getting free. She tried the ropes, but to no avail.
"Well, this was genius, even if I do say so myself," Jack grinned. He had long since returned to human form.
"Which, of course, you do," Casey stated. Then, "Well, I'd congratulate you on your capture and tell you it's Miller Time, but I'm not stupid. I know what you're really after."
"What do you want with us?" Derek asked. Jack looked at Casey with some amusement.
"Your brother's not too quick on the uptake, is he?" he asked.
"Stepbrother," Casey corrected. "And no. He's not," she continued.
"Hey!" Derek protested.
"Oh, come on, Derek. This was never about us. It's a trap for Sam and Dean," Casey stated.
"Ding, ding, ding. Give the girl a prize. I must say, they made it easy by stayin' on here. After all, when a hunter settles down, they become the hunted," Jack smirked.
"What do you want with them?" Derek questioned.
"The Winchesters killed one of my brethren ten years ago. They must pay," Jack growled.
"Oh, boo-hoo. Poor little freak lost a brother," Casey mocked. Jack growled and then backhanded her.
"You'll be sorry for that, little girl," he hissed.
"If I had a buck for every creature who ever said that to me, I could retire right now," came her response.
"Cocky little brat, aren't you?" he sneered.
"What can I say? I learned from the best," she told him. He slapped her again.
"I'll deal with you later," he told her. Then, he walked off.
"Casey, was it really necessary to tick him off?" Derek demanded.
"Not necessary," Casey answered. Then, with a grin very much like Dean's, "but fun as heck." Derek scoffed and resisted the urge to slam his head against the pipe that held him.