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DISCLAIMER

Sorry it's been a while. I've been wicked busy this week. I've been helping out with vacation Bible school from 8AM-5PM. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own the creature, which I got information on from a myth and folklore site as well as the German Sam recites. Some things are the similar to Sam's situation, but there's a reason that will be explored as the series goes on.

Hours later, Casey snuggled into her bed, under the covers. She'd be able to sleep now that Uncle John knew what Sam and Dean were doing and soon he'd order them to get back on the road and away from here. At first, her dreams were peaceful, but as she slept, a creature slipped in through a crack in the door. Without making a sound, it glided across the room and placed itself on top of Casey. Her face blanched. She tried to say something, but she suddenly couldn't speak. Casey was asleep on her bed when she felt something hit her head. She made a moaning noise and twisted her neck sidewise. There came another splat and she opened her eyes. Then, she gasped. Her boyfriend, Ricky, was on the ceiling, bleeding. Then, he burst into flames!

"No!" she cried.

"Why Casey? Why'd you let me die?" Ricky demanded.

"Ricky, I---" Casey began.

"You knew, Casey! You knew the demon was coming! You knew!" Ricky shouted.

"Ricky, I---" Casey tearfully started again.

"No! Don't even start! You knew, Casey! You dreamt it would happen! You dreamt about my death for days before it happened!" Ricky interrupted angrily. Casey's throat wobbled. This was exactly what she was afraid of. That Ricky would blame her. Just like she figured he would.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed. In the downstairs guestroom, Sam and Dean had been sleeping peacefully when they heard the shrieking.

"Casey!" Dean exclaimed. They jumped out of the bed and rushed towards her room, where they forced open the door.

"HEY!" Dean shouted. The demon turned around and hissed.

"Hier leg'ich mich schlafen, Keine Nachtmahr soll mich plagen---" Sam began to recite. The demon screamed and darted away through the cracks.

"Casey! Casey!" Dean exclaimed, as the brothers rushed to her side.

"No, Ricky! It wasn't---" Casey began to object.

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy, easy," Dean interrupted. "It's okay. It's okay. It's gone, it won't be back," he assured.

"What's goin' on?" a bleary voice asked. Sam turned around to notice the rest of the MacDonald\Venturi family.

"There was a demon in here," Sam answered.

"Thank God Dad had us learn like a gazillion different languages," Dean noted.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"So, what was it?" Nora wondered.

"A Night Mare," Dean replied.

"Yes, we know Casey a had a bad dream. But, what does this have to do with your allegation of a demon in my home?" George questioned.

"No, the Night Mare is a demon," Sam corrected.

"What?" George asked.

"It slips in through any size crack of a house, parks itself on a victim's chest, and has a party," Dean explained.

"But if there was a demon in the room, how come Casey didn't say anything?" George wondered.

"It---it took away my voice. I---I felt it, but I couldn't say anything," Casey stated shakily.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Derek said in recognition.

"What?" Casey asked, her hunter instincts immediately on the alert.

"That's the same thing that happened to me the other night," Derek realized. Everyone turned to him.

"Come again?" Dean questioned.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Translated, the first two lines of Sam's recitation are: I lay me here to sleep; no night-mare shall plague me.