DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. For the creature, I used some stuff from a myth and folklore site as well as my own imagination.
The next thing Derek knew, it was morning. He moaned. How can it be morning already? he wondered.
"Why am I so tired?" he mumbled. Sure he had gone to bed pretty late, but still...it didn't make sense. However, he pulled himself out of bed and forced himself to get dressed. Then, stifling a yawn, he went downstairs. He didn't understand what had happened the previous night. His dreams had started out really good, and then they had just...changed. The sound of footsteps broke his reverie.
"Good morning, Derek," Casey said sweetly.
"Morning. You seem to be in a better mood," Derek noted.
"Yeah, well. What can I say? Sometimes Dean and Sam just get on my nerves," Casey shrugged. Derek stared in surprise. He had never heard her say that before.
"What?" he asked. Was she serious? Just then, everyone else came down.
"Morning, everybody," George greeted.
"Morning, George," Casey acknowledged.
"You sleep okay, J.H.?" Dean queried.
"Yeah. I did," Casey answered shortly. "And it's 'Casey'. Not 'J.H'," she continued. Sam and Dean stared in surprise. What was up with her?
"Cristo," the older hunter said. The Venturis seemed confused by the word, while the other MacDonalds waited anxiously. Casey just glared.
"I'm not possessed, Dean," she snapped.
"Then, what's your problem?" Dean demanded.
"My problem is I need to eat before getting ready for school," Casey retorted. This drove the other members of the household into action. As everyone got their own breakfast, Sam stared, brows furrowed. Casey wasn't usually so snappish or edgy.
"Casey, are you still dreaming about Ricky?" he asked in concern.
"No. They're fading," she answered gruffly. She finished her breakfast, then stood up.
"Am I the only one ready?" she queried.
"No, I'm done," Derek answered.
"I can take you," Dean offered.
"Fine. Whatever," Casey shrugged. The two teens grabbed their things and then followed the older hunter outside and walked to the 1967 Chevy Impala.
"You wanna pick the music, J.H.?"
"No. And it's 'Casey'," Casey answered in slight irritation. Dean drove them to Westman High.
"Thanks for the ride, man," Derek said after Dean parked.
"No problem, kid," Dean answered. Then, "Ca---"
"Whatever," Casey interrupted with an annoyed sigh. He watched as she headed for the steps of the school. He saw her greet her best friend---Emily, Dean thought the name was---and together, the two walked in. Dean just stared for a moment. What was up with her? Then, with his own frustrated sigh, Dean lightly smacked the wheel, and peeled out of the parking lot.