SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
Butterfly heaven: Thanks. Yeah, sorry about that. Oh, don't worry. I'm not takin' it as a flame.
DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB. Life With Derek belongs to Disney. Inspired by "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens.
Two hours later, Sam and Dean finally came downstairs.
"Is she okay?" Nora asked softly.
"She finally fell asleep. I think the stress of dealing with a new family and the fact that she misses Uncle Steve just got to her," Sam responded.
"What, you took psych at Stanford?" Dean asked.
"Naw, that was Jess," Sam responded. "We would've made quite a pair---psych and pre-law," he continued, smiling wistfully.
"We'll find it, Sam. I promise," Dean stated.
"Yeah, and when we do, Casey's comin' with us," Sam determined.
"I don't know about that," George disagreed.
"No, she wants it. Just as badly as we do," Sam told him. Then, "Where are the other kids?"
"Marti, Lizzie, and Edwin went to sleep, and think Derek's listening to rock through his headphones," George answered. Then, Sam yawned.
"Oh, sorry. Lack of sleep's catching up with me," he stated. The brothers went back to their rooms. Meanwhile, Derek listened until he heard everyone go to sleep. Then, he grabbed the ketchup he had taken up to his room after dinner and sneaked into Casey's room. He chuckled to himself as he positioned himself on her bed. This would be great. Yeah, Casey would be upset, but she was so cute when she was mad. The girl moaned a bit and jerked her head to the side. Derek frowned a bit, but shook it off. If she was having a nightmare, she'd probably welcome a distraction. He opened the bottle and let the ketchup drip onto her forehead. Casey moaned, and put her fingers to her head. Derek was suprised when she jerked upright, knocking him to the floor. Then, terrified, she screamed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
To be fair to Derek, he doesn't know that Ricky's dead or how it happened. He's just being a bit of a brat again.