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LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I got information for the Night Mare from a myth and folklore site, although I couldn't find anything on how to kill it, so I'm gonna have to make somethin up. I use some lines from "Scarecrow".
"I got it," Casey said. She pulled it out of her pocket and glanced at it. Then, tossing it to Sam, "It's for you guys. I did my part. I'm out of here." Meanwhile, Dean had calmed down and walked back into their room as she left. Confused, Sam pressed the button with the green telephone icon.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Sammy, is that you?" John Winchester asked in confusion. The number had had Casey's name with it.
"Dad, where are you? We've been worried sick," Sam stated. Surprised, Dean turned to his brother.
"Is that Dad?" he asked.
"I'm okay, Sammy," John assured.
"Where are you? Are you hurt?" Sam questioned, ignoring his brother.
"I'm okay, Kiddo. What about you and Dean? Are you two okay?" John checked.
"Yes, Sir. We're fine," Sam told him.
"How about Casey? Is she okay? She sounded a little ticked on the message she left me. You boys haven't been pulling pranks on her, have you?" John wondered.
"No, Sir. She's just been acting really strange ever since we killed a siren a week ago," Sam answered.
"Is Dean there?" John questioned.
"Yes, Sir," Sam responded.
"I need to tell you boys something," John stated. Sam motioned for Dean to come closer and positioned the phone so that they could both hear.
"I want you boys to stay at Casey's house and to stop looking for me," John instructed.
"Stop looking for you? Dad!" Sam objected.
"Sammy, for once in your life, do as you're told," John snapped.
"You're after it, aren't you? The thing that killed Mom," Sam said.
"No, but I've discovered some things about this demon that concern me," John answered.
"A demon? Are you sure?" Sam checked. Finally. They had a lead on this thing.
"I'm sure," John answered.
"What do you know?"Sam asked urgently. If Dad had something knew on The Demon, Sam wanted to know.
"I can't say. But if what I've learned is right, Casey's going to need to be protected...you too, Sammy," John answered.
"Dad, what is it? What have you learned?" Dean demanded, catching the worried tone in his father's voice.
"It's too dangerous. I've stayed on the phone too long. Dean, look after Sammy and Casey. Protect them at all costs," John ordered.
"But Dad, what---" Sam began to ask.
"I've given you boys an order. Now do as you're told," John interrupted sternly.
"Yes, Sir," Sam and Dean chorused. A buzz in their eyes told the brothers that their father had hung up.
"What do you think he's learned?" Sam wondered as he turned off the phone.
"Don't know. Whatever it is though, has him plenty worried," Dean answered.
"Yeah, no kidding," Sam agreed. He fell silent for a few minutes. Then, "Dean?"
"What?" Dean asked.
"What do you think Dad meant by telling you to look after me and Casey and to protect us at all costs?" Sam queried.
"I don't know," Dean answered.
"I mean, why would we need extra protection?" Sam persisted.
"Beats me," Dean told him.
"You think he knows where it is?" Sam asked.
"I don't know!" Dean exclaimed. Then, he sighed. "I'm sorry. Didn't meant to snap. Let's just figure out how to kill this dang Night Mare," he continued.
"Actually, Casey already found a way," Sam told him.
"Really?" Dean asked with interest.
"Yeah," Sam answered. He went over to the lap top and showed the information to his brother.
"Ah, yes. This could totally work," the older Winchester approved.
"Yeah, I figured you'd like it," his brother chuckled.
"Well, come tomorrow night, this freak dies," came the response. With that, he closed the lap top and gave a satisfied sigh.