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Butterfly Heaven (ch 6, 7): Thanks. Here's more.

DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB. Life With Derek belongs to Disney. Inspired by Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol". And the two scenes are basically from the Supernatural pilot, only with Nora and her daughters. And I believe cell phones came out in 1989. The scene with Nora is in 1990.

Derek whirled around. To his surprise, a woman with blond hair in a shimmering nightgown was standing by his bed.

"How'd you get in here?" She began to answer, but Derek interrupted her. "No. More importantly, who are you?"

"Look, Derek, this isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my Christmas, so don't even mess with me," she snapped.

"How do you know my name?" Derek asked.

"If I do this quickly, I can spend Christmas with the guy I really want to," she stated, ignoring him. She went to grab his arm, but he jerked away.

"Hold on! I'm not goin' anywhere with you!" he exclaimed. The woman placed her hands on her hips and glared.

"Well, after the lousy way you treated Casey, I say you don't have any choice in the matter," she snapped. With that, she grabbed Derek's wrist and snapped her fingers. Fog swirled all around. When it lifted, Derek found himself in strange surroundings.

"Wh---where are we?" he wondered.

"Casey's old house," the woman responded. With another snap of her fingers, they materialized inside. A man walked through the house.

"Who is that?" Derek asked in surprise.

"Casey's father," the woman replied.

"Wow. he's so young," Derek noted.

"It's when Lizzie was a baby," the woman stated. The two watched as he walked through the rooms. In the living room, the man noticed his wife---who was still in her work clothes---asleep on the couch. His eyes widened.

"LIZZIE!" he shouted. Surprised, Derek followed Casey's father as he ran up the stairs. Something---Derek didn't see what---grabbed the man and slammed him against the ceiling. Baby Lizzie cried. Derek watched as Nora quickly grabbed her youngest daughter and turned to the older girl, who couldn't be more than three.

"Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Now, Casey! Go!" Nora screamed, placing the baby in her arms. Casey nodded and ran out, her mother close behind. Once outside, the woman pulled out a cell phone from her jeans' pocket and dialed a number.

"John? Something's happened. Something horrible," Nora said shakily. Derek blew out a breath.

"I---I didn't know," he said.

"There's something else you should see," the woman told him. She snapped her fingers a third time and Derek was once again confused by the surroundings.

"Where are we?" Derek wondered.

"This is Casey's old house. A few months before your father got married," the woman answered. They went inside.

"Hey, Lizzie. Is Ricky here?" Casey questioned.

"Upstairs. Mom and I are goin' out for a couple hours," Lizzie responded.

"'Kay. Uncle John will most likely be here soon and Ricky and I will be huntin' with him and Dean," Casey stated.

"Be careful," Lizzie said.

"Always am," Casey responded.

"Okay. Ready to go, sweetie?" Nora said, coming in from the kitchen.

"Uh-huh," Lizzie nodded.

"Now...be good for your Uncle John and do everything he and Dean tell you," Nora reminded her daughter.

"I know, Mom," Casey said. They hugged and Nora and Lizzie were on their way. Casey went up to her bedroom and flopped onto the bed and closed her eyes.

"What's going on?" Derek wondered.

"You don't even recognize the scene which you so cruely imitated?" the woman queried. Derek watched as a drop of blood fell onto her head. With a moan, the girl twisted her neck sideways. Feeling another drip, she opened her eyes. Then, she gasped and her eyes widened.

"NO!" she screamed. Derek followed her gaze to see a sixteen-year old boy with chestnut hair and green eyes pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from his stomach.

"Casey?" they heard a man's voice asked.

"NO! RICKY!" Casey screamed again. There was the sound of running feet. Two men---one who Derek took to be her uncle and the other, Dean---stopped outside her door.

"What the---" Dean's question was interrupted as Ricky exploded into flames. With no further word, Dean raced into the room, grabbed Casey, and dashed out of the house.

"Oh, no. Oh, no," Casey sobbed. Dean held her and made little shushing noises. A knot took place in Derek's stomach and he had to fight the bile that threatened to spill out of his throat.

"I had no idea," he whispered.

"So you do care for Casey," the woman stated.

"Of course I do. She's my sister," Derek responded. For the second time that night, fog lifted all around. When it dissipated, Derek found himself back in his bedroom.

"Weird," he stated.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Like I said in a previous fic, I figure ghosts would know about things that go on in their loved one's lives. Any guesses as to who the ghost is? The first few who get it right get Christmas cookies.