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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, although I'm gonna have to make up how to kill it.

That night, Casey, Sam, and Dean looked through the house, stopping up each crack except to spaces that led to Casey's room.

"Where is it? I'm bored," Casey complained as she put a sweater over a vent.

"Will you stop it? I thought you wanted to kill this thing," Sam scolded as he and his brother similarly covered space.

"I do. And afterwards, you guys will leave just Uncle John ordered," Casey said. And then I'll finally be able to stop feeling guilty for nearly getting them killed, she thought to herself.

"Actually, he told us to stay put," Dean corrected. Why is she so dead set on us leaving here? he wondered.

"What?" Casey hissed. How could he do this to me? He's a Marine! He's totally goal-oriented when it comes to this thing, she thought to herself.

"That's right. Said that you and Sammy needed extra protection and that I had to protect you at all costs," Dean answered. He looked at Sam, who shrugged. The younger Winchester had no idea why Casey was acting the way she was either. Ever since the siren...she had been totally different. They continued their vigil. As they did so, Casey hit something and stumbled. Dean quickly steadied her.

"Klutzilla strikes again," she joked quietly.

"Don't call yourself that," her eldest cousin chided.

"Why not? It's true," she told him. He just fixed her with a look. She averted her gaze. Dean sighed and made a mental note to himself to talk to Casey as soon as this hunt was over. They continued their task. Soon they had finished the downstairs and proceeded to do the same to the upstairs. As they did so, Sam's mind wandered to the conversation he and his brother had had with their father.

"If what I've learned is right, Casey's going to need to be protected...you too, Sammy," John answered. Sam sighed. What did his father know? Why was he so worried about them? Another part of his father's instructions came back to him.

"Dean, look after Sammy and Casey. Protect them at all costs," John ordered. Dad, what do you know? Sam wondered as the three of them moved silently through the upstairs. Minutes later, they were done.

"Okay. So every room in the house except mine is Night Mare free," Casey reported.

"Casey, are you sure want to do this? I mean, this thing is pretty dangerous," Dean reminded her.

"Yeah, I know. But it's better than letting it go after somebody else. I mean, that's the whole reason I put Lizzie in Marti's room---so that the Night Mare couldn't get her," Casey responded.

"Right," Sam and Dean said together. They made one more sweep of the house and then went up to Casey's room. Sam and Dean hid in her closet while Casey slid under the covers and closed her eyes. Then, the trio waited.