Sloth: Ok, so here is another crossover I had in mind. I had a brain blast with this one. It'll be interesting to see how this one will turn out. I hope you guys will enjoy this. This is a Life with Derek/Supernatural crossover. You wouldn't need to know supernatural to get the story so don't worry about that.

Full Summer: Someone, or something is after Marti, and it'll do anything to get her. After Derek is attacked, George decides to call some old friends. But how will Nora react when George's "friends" make a living of hunting and killing her kind?How can Marti be safe when her protectors are trying to kill each other?

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek or Supernatural. Although I wouldn't really mind.

Fear is Real

Prologue.

"Smerek. Smerek." The same name repeated in his ear again and again, penetrating his dream world. He cracked one eye open and through the blurry hazy he saw a small figure with long brown hair. Pink burned his eyes and he had to blink a couple of times to get used to the strange color in the darkness. Although it didn't help when the lamp on his nightstand suddenly flickered on just as he got used to the dark, blinding him horribly.

"God Marti!" he yelped, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Smerek wake up."

"Marti it's 3 in the morning. What's so important that you woke me up this early?"

"There's a monster in my room." A groan escaped his throat at the excuse she gave him.

"Smarti not again. You've been going at this for a week now. Let me get some sleep." He begged his sister. However, instead of leaving alone, the young girl decided that jumping on top of her brother would be a better idea. "Smarti…Ow, no…Stop…Smarti..Smarti…Alright, alright I'm getting up." He said bitterly. It took everything in him to get up from the sanctuary of his bed and step out into the hall. The seventeen year old rubbed the sleep from his eyes and Marti took him by the hand and practically dragged him to her room.

He wobbled into the little girl's room and had to blink a few more times to get used to bright pink place. He wondered how anyone could stand the sight of waking up to this color everyday. Before he had time to think more about it, he felt Marti dragging him further inside.

"Smarti there's nothing here."

"Yes there is Smerek." The girl insisted. "It's in there." She said, pointing to the closet, which was slightly standing a jarred. Derek let out a deep breath through his nostrils before walking over to the closet door and, in a dramatic fashion, pulled it open. Nothing but a pile of clothes greeted him.

"See Smarti. There's nothing there now can I go back to bed?" He didn't even wait for her to respond before he started for the door. Suddenly he stopped, the sound of something wet hitting the floor greeted his ear. His eyes gazed at his younger sister, the fear in her eyes completely noticeable to him, even in the dark. Another wet, squishing sound met his ear and he became hesitant to turn around.

"Smerek…" Marti began, her trembling voice drawing him out of the trance he was in. He stared at her, seeing her start to take a few steps back. "Smerek…."

"Marti, quiet." He warned her. Slowly he turned. His eyes turning back to the closet. He couldn't see the actual source, but he knew the sound was coming from the gaping mouth of his sister's closet. Cautiously he took a step forward. Than another, and another. Soon his feet brought him to the threshold that was Marti's closet. Darkness greeted him. Nervously, Derek stuck his head into it.

"Hello?"

A searing pain greeted him. He felt as if his chest had just been ripped open. The pain running through him was a just reason for him to scream bloody murder at 3 a.m. Casey was startled awake by the sound. She was not the only one to be awake by the sound and by the mixed reactions on her family's faces told her they were either confused or worried.

"What was that noise?" Edwin asked. Another scream, this time a higher pitched yell, answered him. The Venturi/McDonald family ran into Marti's room, where on instinct, Casey turned on the lights. A frighted screech greeted everyone's ears and Casey could just see a shadow run out the young girl's open window. However, it was the sight of a bleeding Derek that got her attention.

He was sprawled on the floor before Marti. Three large slashes adorned his chest, staining his green and white shirt red. The brown haired boy was groaning in agony and Marti was in tears. George was the first to react. He sprinted to his eldest son's side, applying pressure to the wounds to stop the blood flow. However, that only resulted in Derek letting out another agonizing cry of pain.

"Edwin, get your sisters out of here now! Casey have everyone gather in the living room and then call an ambulance. Nora, get my phone, hit speed dial, and then 3." There was a moment of hesitation from everyone. Eyes were locked on between either the commanding George and the agonizing Derek. "What are you waiting for? Go! Go!" that got everyone into action. In seconds everyone exited the room to do what George had told them. The man looked down at his son, continuing to able amble pressure.

"It's ok son. Everything's going to be ok. It won't come back into the light."

"Dad?" Derek groaned. "What was that thing?"

"Uh…well son. Believe it or not…It was the Boogeyman."

Sloth: Well I hoped you liked it guys. If you're interested in continuing with this story, please leave a review. Well C'ya guys.