DISCLAIMER

Life With Derek belongs to the Candadian Television and and Disney. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I got the information for the creature I'm using from a myth and folklore site.

While Casey was at school, Sam and Dean were in the backyard, sparring.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked presently.

"Fine. Why?" Dean responded.

"'Cuz usually you would've whupped my butt by now," Sam answered. Dean blew out a breath.

"It's Casey. I'm worried about her," he admitted.

"Yeah. She has been actin' pretty strange lately," his brother agreed. "But you know, everyone's entitled to a bad day. I'm sure it'll just blow over," he continued.

"I hope so," the older Winchester stated. Then, without warning, he executed a sweeping move that knocked the younger man off his feet.

"Well, now, there we go," he approved. Dean helped Sam to his feet.

"Come on. I'll make you a snack," the older brother offered. Normally, Sam would've made a crack about his brother's insatiable appetite, but who was he to turn down a free snack. They went inside, where Dean proceeded to make a snack.

"You know, if this really is just a bad day, I hope it blows it real fast. 'Cuz I'm not really appreciatin' her 'tude," he commented.

"Well, she's obviously not possessed. I mean, you said 'Cristo'," his brother reminded him.

"Yeah, I know, but---if it's not supernatural-related, how can I help her? I mean, she's not even lettin' me call her 'J.H.'," he stated with a sigh.

"Relax. We'll figure it out," was the reassurance. Later that day, after Casey and the others got home, Sam and Dean cornered their cousin.

"What?" she asked with an annoyed sigh.

"Okay, first off, is this um---you know---" Dean stammered.

"Wha---no!" Casey interrupted, realizing what he was trying to ask.

"Okay, if it's not that, and you're not possessed, than what the devil is going on with you?" Dean demanded.

"Yikes," Sam muttered. That would be as close as Dean would come to swearing while they were staying in their aunt's house.

"Nothing's going on. I just have a life outside of hunting. Like Sam used to," Casey said bitingly.

"Hey!" Sam protested. Casey felt a bit bad about hitting Sam below the verbal belt, but if she could just get them upset, they'd leave and then they'd be safe again.

"Look, as scintillating at this conversation is, I have studying to do," Casey snapped. Without waiting for a response, she pushed past them and went upstairs.

"Ah, dang it," Dean seethed. In her room, Casey opened her history book and began reading. However, she just couldn't concentrate. There had to be some way she could get her cousins to leave so that they'd be safe. Struck with an idea, Casey reached into her backpack, grabbed her cellphone and turned it on. After it had booted up, Casey went into her contacts and scrolled down until she had reached her uncle's number, which she had gotten from Dean's phone when she had snuck a peek about two weeks ago. Then, she pressed the green phone icon and waited as it rang. Eventually, it went to the man's voice mail.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call me son Dean. 1-866-907-3235. He can help," she heard the message say.

"Your boys are dilly-dallyin' at my aunt's house. They've been here for weeks. They've lost their objective. Do something," Casey snapped. Then she hung up. There. That'll take care of 'em. Uncle John will call them, order them out of here. And they'll be safe again, she thought in satisfaction. She shut off her phone and went back to studying.