DISCLAIMER

LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Disney, Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I no longer own anything.

The next morning, Casey woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Hmmm. That smells soooo good, she thought to herself. She got up and put on jeans and a T-shirt. Then, she walked downstairs to find Sam at the stove, with Dean hovering near him. Dean went to snag a piece of bacong, but Sam slapped his hand away.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed in a pouting tone. Casey chuckled softly. Hearing the sound, they turned around.

"Hey, Casey," Sam greeted.

"Morning," Casey acknowledged. "You know, I just can't believe Uncle John didn't you guys outta here. All you're doing is wasting time sittin' on your duffs while you should be out lookin' for the thing that killed half our family!" she exclaimed.

"Okay, that's it," Dean growled. He grabbed Casey by the arms and sat in her a chair. "Talk. Now," he ordered. Casey blew out a breath and looked down. She hated when Dean pulled rank. She never disobeyed an order. It wasn't her way. But...she couldn't tell them the truth. That she had nearly gotten them killed. "Casey," Dean prodded sternly.

"I won't get you killed. I refuse to," she told them.

"What are you talking about?" Dean wondered as Sam turned around to stare in surprise.

"The siren---me and Derek. It was a trap for you guys!" Casey burst out.

"Case---" Dean began.

"I'm serious Dean! You and Sam---you're weak when it comes to me. You're---stronger---safer---when you're not around me," Casey interrupted, her voice cracking. She dumped her head into her hands and began to cry. Sam turned off the stove and walked over to Casey and knelt down, gathering her upper body into his arms.

"Cay, what happened with the siren...it wasn't your fault," he said quietly.

"Yeah, come on. Anything and everything has tried to get their mitts on on us. You know that," the older Winchester added, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"But if you weren't here, it wouldn't have had any leverage," she pointed out in a muffled voice.

"You don't know that," Dean told her. She sighed, pulled away, and looked back up.

"It just...it just seems like everybody I love ends up dying. And---and I just---didn't want it to happen again," she stated.

"We're Winchesters. We're not goin' anywhere," Sam assured, wiping away her tears.

"Besides, even if we wanted to---which we don't---, we can't leave. Dad gave us an order," Dean chimed in.

"One I'll very happily obey," Sam stated.

"Well, that's a first," Casey joked.

"Hey!" Sam protested as Dean laughed.

"What can ya say? She's got ya there, man," the older man stated.

"Hey, what happened to breakfast?" a voice asked. Sam and Dean turned around to see the rest of the MacDonald\Venturi family.

"Oh, right," Sam said, scurrying towards the stove.

"So...is everything okay here?" Nora asked.

"Oh, sure. Everything's great. Right, J.H.?" Dean queried.

"Right...Ice Man," Casey answered with a grin.

"My little Maverick," Dean said affectionately, ruffling her hair.

"Hey! I just brushed!" Casey protested.

"So? It's not like it does you any good anyway," Dean shot back. The rest of the family got ready for breakfast as Dean and Casey bickered good-naturedly.

WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT TIME

Next time on Hunters: School's ending and Westman High's throwing a big bash. However, the party takes a deadly turn when the fun house is overrun by menacing clowns. Can Casey, Sam, and Dean teach Derek the ropes of hunting in time to stop the terror? Find out next time on: Hunters.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I know I end school for them like way early, but what can I say? I'm off for summer and I want my characters to be. Extra cookies to anyone who can tell me where "Ice Man" and "Maverick" come from. I'll PM you with the answer. Oh, btw, clowns creep me out, so if this story's slow in updates, you'll know why.