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DISCLAIMER

LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Disney, and Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I got information on the Night Mare from a myth and folklore site. Oh, and I'm changin' The Demon's m.o. just a little bit.

"The other night---I was havin' a pretty good dream. You know, me and a cheerleader. Nothin' major," Derek said dismissively.

"Okay, crude much?" Casey asked, grabbing her cellphone and turning it on before putting it in her pocket.

"Cay, focus," Sam chided.

"Anyway, the dream was goin' good, and then it just---shifted. Got bad," Derek said.

"Bad how?" Dean wondered. Derek's eyes became clouded. He---he didn't want anyone to know. They couldn't know.

"Derek?" Sam asked sensitively. Derek looked at Sam. The boy tried to look away, but found that he couldn't. There was just no turning away from those puppy dog eyes. Derek sighed.

"It---it changed into Mom and Dad fighting. They were screaming and yelling. Then Mom turned to me---said that---the divorce was my fault," he admitted.

"Derek, no. You know that's not true. The divorce had nothing to do with you, Edwin, or Marti," George assured his oldest, kneeling down to face him.

"That's right, honey. Your father and mother love you kids very much," Nora chimed in, doing the same. Seeing their chance, Sam and Dean took Casey by the arm and led her to the guestroom.

"Okay, J.H. Spill," Dean demanded.

"What are you talking about?" Casey wondered.

"Your dream was intense. What was it about?" Dean pressed.

"Same old thing. Ricky was on the ceiling, bleeding. Then he---burst into flames," Casey whispered. She sighed sadly.

"I know you miss him. We do too," Sam stated, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"He was an amazing hunter," Dean recalled.

"And an amazing person," Sam added.

"I just---I feel so guilty. I---I mean---" Casey stammered. Dean fumed.

"Not again. Casey, how many times do I have to tell you? What happened to Ricky was not your fault," he said in frustration.

"How can you even say that? It was my room, my ceiling---just like with Daddy!" the girl screamed. Sam let out a deep breath.

"Uh, Dean. Why don't---why don't you let me handle this? After all, I do know how she feels," Sam suggested.

"Oh, what? And I don't?" Dean shot back. How could Sammy even say that? I carried him out of that house! he thought furiously.

"Dean, I realize we've all lost a parent to this thing, but---and no offense---Casey and I are the only two who have lost a significant other," Sam told him. Dean stared. In a way, Sammy was right. He had only lost Mom, but Sam and Casey had each lost someone really important to them.

"Fine, whatever. I'll just let you two talk," he said gruffly. Then, he spun on his heel and stomped off.

"We...hurt his feelings," Casey realized. She knew her cousins real well. When Sam's feelings were hurt, he brooded, and when Dean's feelings were hurt, he tended to lash out. Although, he had shown some restraint this time around.

"We'll apologize later," Sam assured. Then, Sam pulled Casey onto the bed. "Now, you wanna tell me why you're still blaming yourself for Uncle Steve and Ricky's death?" he questioned.

"Sure," Casey agreed. "As soon as you tell me why you're still blaming yourself for Aunt Mary and Jessica's death," she continued. Sam averted his gaze. He didn't expect Casey to turn things around on him. Though, he really should've. His cousin was tricky that way. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Case, that's---that's complicated," he stated. What am I supposed to say? That I dreamt about Jessica's death before it actually happened? Absolutely not! She'd freak! Sam thought to himself.

"Fine. It's complicated for me too," Casey shrugged. He wants to play it like that, fine by me. Besides, it's not like he or Dean would understand that I could've saved Ricky and didn't. They'd never look at me again if they knew I was a freak, she thought to herself. Sam perused Casey's face, concerned by the troubled visage.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," she answered. He fixed his young cousin with a look. "Don't look at me like that," she told him.

"Case---" he began to say.

"Hey, don't we have a demon to research?" she interrupted. With that, she turned to the bed, took out the lap top, and turned it on. Then, she typed in some key words and waited. Then, she clicked on the link and scrolled down.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We know all this. How do you kill the dang thing?" she asked in irritation. Sam stifled a laugh. Then, "I found it!" Just as Casey said this, her cellphone rang.