SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
Butterfly heaven (ch 7, 8): Thanks. Here's more.
Dancing-through-starz: Good guess, but no. As a consolation, you get brownies.
DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB. Life With Derek belongs to the WB. Inspired by Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol". I know I'm rushing it, but for this fic, it's already Christmas.
The next morning, Derek was awakened by somebody jumping on his bed. He made an annoyed muttering sound.
"Smerek! Smerek, wake up! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" a voice shouted. Derek yawned and stretched.
"Mmmm. Morning, Smarti," he greeted.
"Come on, come on! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" Marti urged.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'm coming," Derek laughed. He got out of the bed and followed his sister downstairs. As he did so, his mind wandered to the previous night. Had it all been some bizarre dream? Suddenly, he felt something underneath his foot. Curious, he stopped and peered at the floor. His eyes widened. Casey's wooden dog---the one he had shattered---was lying on a step, completely intact, with no signs of breakage. Amazed, he bent down to pick it up.
"Smerek!" Marti cried impatiently.
"Chill out, Smarti. I'm coming," Derek assured her. He then finished coming down the stairs.
"Casey? Can I talk for you a sec?" the boy questioned. Confused, Casey walked up to him. She gasped when she saw the figurine.
"Wha---how---wha---how?" she stammered, taking it in her hands.
"Honestly, I don't know," he confessed. "Casey, I...had no idea about your father or your boyfriend. And I'm really sorry about what I did," he continued.
"Derek---" Casey began.
"No, I mean it. If I had had an inkling of what you had gone through, I never would've played such a cruel trick," Derek earnestly stated.
"It's okay," Casey accepted. They walked up to the their family. Then, Sam gasped.