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Butterfly heaven (ch 3, 4): Thanks. Glad you're enjoyin' the fic so far.
Dustyn: Thanks. Sorry about that. Thanks. I figured that anything could shatter with the right amount of force. And the dog and horse are different carvings, like a collection sort of thing.
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Life With Derek belongs to Disney. Supernatural belongs to the WB. Inspired by "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens.
In her room, Casey flopped down on her bed and started crying.
"Casey?" Sam asked. "Casey, hey," he said softly, as he and Dean came to sit next to her. The girl continued to cry.
"Hey, come on, J.H. Don't let that jerk get to you," Dean encouraged.
"Why does he do this? Why does he always have to ruin everything?" Casey sobbed into her pillow.
"Well, to be fair, he doesn't know about what happened to Uncle Steve," Sam gently reminded her.
"Fair?" Casey repeated, sitting up to look at her cousins. "When has Derek ever been fair?" she demanded.
"In the time we've known him?" Dean asked, half-jokingly. Then, at the following glares, "Sorry." Casey sniffled. Then, wiping away her tears. "Oh, wow. I don't believe this. I am such a---"
"Hey, you don't always have to be tough," Sam interrupted. "If you wanna cry, you go right ahead," he continued.
"He's right. You're different than us, J.H. You're more...sensitive," Dean agreed.
"And that could get me killed," Casey stated.
"Hey. Even Dad would tell you to have a good cry," Dean reminded her. Casey sniffled.
"I just---I just miss Daddy so much," she sobbed. Then, she threw herself into Sam's arms. He made little shushing noises as he rocked her back and forth.