Sloth: Tada! The long awaited sequel to Venture A Singer. Who knew a long-shot short story would end up turning into a sequel? I was tempted to just feel it as is, but I decided to write the sequel. Let's hope I don't side track from the original plot. And for all you Dasey lovers, yes, their will be Dasey fluff. Which will evolve into Dasey.

Also, I highly suggest, for those who have not already, to read Venture A Singer because if you have not, then this will confuse you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek or Supernatural. If I did then Derek and Casey would have had kissed and Adam Milligan would be alive.

Enjoy.

On the Edge of Reality.

Three Months Later

He tossed and turn. Sweat clung to his forehead. It was dark, an unnatural dark. He didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that this wasn't right. None of this was right. It shouldn't be this dark. Things shouldn't be happening like this. He whimpered in his sleep. He kicked at the shadows. This wasn't right. He screamed in his sleep for someone to turn on the light. He just needed to see, for the dark to go away. He felt something cold grab at his feet.

Derek woke up with a sharp yelp, panting hard. He heard rapid movement outside his door. The wooden door was pushed open and the light from the hallway streamed in. A gruff looking man stood in the doorway, a worried expression on his aged face. The man padded over to the distressed boy.

"Derek, are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah Dad I'm fine. Just a nightmare."

"Another one? I knew I should have taken to hunting." Derek looked up at the man.

"Don't say that," a weak grin on his face, "it was a great way to spend the summer." The teen played with a corner of his blanket. "Better than fishing. I'm just going to go back to bed. I've got a long drive later."

The man gave his son a gentle pat on the back. It had been only three months ago that Bobby Singer had been reunited with his biological son. He had given the boy to his closest friends as a means to protect the boy from the life he lead. After Derek discovered the truth about his roots, the boy, along with his step-sister Casey McDonald, traveled from London, Canada all the way to South Dakota, U.S.A. The reunion was, well in a better use of words, awkward. Not only did Derek find his biological father, but he and Casey both met up with the Venturi/McDonalds. After a day, Derek made a last minute decision to spend the remaining summer with Bobby to get to know his biological father better. During which time, Derek had gotten comfortable with calling Bobby "Dad". .

"Are you sure you want to go back to Canada?" Bobby asked, "you know, there are some schools in town, you can always go to them."

Derek chuckled. This wouldn't be the first time Bobby had tried to get him to stay in the states. He knew the man cared for him, even if they had only gotten to spend three months together. It was probably a paternal instinct or something. As much as Derek considered the idea, he had made a promise to a certain space-case and he was planning to keep it.

"Yeah, I'm sure. And hey, you know you could always come with. That way you'll know Sam and Dean got me there in one piece."

Sam and Dean were two sons of a close friend of Bobby's. The two young men were practically sons to the older man. Derek had gotten know the two well enough to consider them friends. Ironically enough, Derek came close to thinking of them as older brother figures. When Bobby had learned that Derek was going to drive back north, he had insisted that Derek not drive to Canada alone, so the two men agreed to trail after the boy.

"I wish I could, but I've got a job down in Georgia to do…"

"Yeah I know, just simple wishing." Derek said as he laid himself back down. His mind started to wander to something, or rather someone, else. Bobby smiled at his son. He knew that look, he'd seen it on a lot of boys, including himself.

"I'll let you get back to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

With a gentle pat, Bobby left the boy's room, letting Derek fall asleep with his thoughts.

Derek listened as the door close with a "click". He tried to go back to sleep, but there was just something that didn't feel right. No matter how many times he closed his eyes, turned over, or shifted in bed, Derek couldn't get back to sleep. He was in for a long night.

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When morning rose on that late August morning in London, Canada, Casey McDonald shifted in her bed. There was just one week left before the start of her senior year. One more week before her final days at high school. Just one more week until she could once again get back in the swing of her usual routines. Until then, she would simply indulge in an activity she had previously looked down upon: sleeping in.

Casey wasn't normally a late sleeper. In fact, she was usually the first one up. However, in the past three months, Casey had found herself developing habits she normally would not have. Lazing about, sleeping in, slacking on chores. No, these weren't her habits, they were Derek's.

It was no secret Casey missed the idiot. At first, she thought a household without Derek would be peaceful, and at first it was. But with every good there was a bad. Not only was it peaceful, but it was boring as hell. Derek had contributed to so much activity and ruckus in the house. Without him, there was barely any fun.

Three months seemed to be long enough for the McDonald/Venturi household to process the newest family…"issue". Well, issue wasn't really the right word for it, but it was too early even for Casey to think. The hardest hit by the discovery of Derek's true parentage had been the Venturis. George and Abby were obviously surprised and guilty that Derek found about he had been adopted on his own. They had always wanted to tell, just not so soon. Though the two were happy Derek forgave them, Casey would still hear snippets of George and Nora talking about Derek. Then there as Edwin. The middle Venturi, or now oldest by technicalities, had tried his best to lift everyone's moods. He tried being more responsible lately and he was spending a lot of time with Marti. Casey had also noted how close he and Lizzie had been lately. However, there were times that Casey had seen him looking slightly depressed. He obviously missed Derek.

The final person who seemed to still be recovering from the three month long loss of Derek was, the most obvious. Marti Venturi was like a lost soul. The spark that had been in her eyes, the ones that brought so many smiles, was gone. The last time Casey had seen those sparkles of joy had been the day they left Derek in South Dakota. Marti had stayed quiet the entire ride and with each passing mile, a spark would go out. It was like looking at stars dying out in the sky. No matter what they tried, Casey was sad to say that Marti's joy was gone.

"At least the waiting's over." Casey said as she rolled out of bed. Walking out of her room, Casey stood in front of Derek's door. For the most part, Derek's room had been untouched, with only Casey or her mother entering to dust the room. Sighing, Casey continued on her way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Good morning," she greeted everyone. Well, at least those who had woken up before her at least. Nora was making a fresh batch of pancakes while Lizzie and Edwin ate.

"Morning," Lizzie and Edwin chorused.

"Good morning Casey," Nora greeted her, "Pancake?"

"Thanks mom," Casey said, accepting the breakfast food. "George and Marti still asleep?"

"Yeah," Nora replied, "Marti couldn't sleep and George got in late from work last night."

"George has been working late a lot lately," Lizzie commented.

"Yeah, ever since we got back from the States, Dad has been staying out a late later," Edwin added between spoonfuls. "You have any idea why Nora?"

"Oh it's probably just a big case he's on. Nothing to worry about," Nora replied. Casey however, was able to pick up a slight nervousness in her mother's voice. Was there something she wasn't telling them? She shrugged. It was probably nothing. After finishing her pancake, Casey cleaned her plate and went up stairs to get dressed. After picking out a pair of jeans and a pink top, Casey returned to the living where Edwin and Lizzie were watching TV.

"You two are awfully chummy," she commented. If she had paid a little more attention, she would have saw the look the two shared with each other. At that moment, Marti walked into the living room with a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. Casey greeted the youngest Venturi even though she knew she wouldn't get a reply. In the kitchen, Casey could see Nora talking to George. It looked like it was going to become a heated discussion. Casey could feel tension in the room all the way from where she stood by Derek's chair.

She smiled slightly at the thought. During the three day journey to South Dakota, Casey had witnessed something change in Derek. He had gone from an arrogant, annoying, and emotionless bastard to a broken, lost, and innocent boy. She would never forget the day Derek openly cried in front of her. Cried in her arms. Cried himself to sleep. It was a sight and memory she would keep with her. It was the first time Derek had ever allowed for her to hold him. Despite the sight of Derek crying and feeling wounded, Casey couldn't help but feel something at the thought of him being emotional.

What surprised the last stage of Derek's transformation. He went from broken to calm. He had allowed her to stay with him when he met his birthfather. He had been sweet and kind to her the night they stayed in South Dakota. He had been reasonable with his decision to stay. And most of all, Derek had been considerate of her feelings on that day. God how she missed him.

"You know, I'm going to go for a walk. It's starting to get stuffy in here." Casey announced before heading for the door. She couldn't stay in the house. It wasn't doing her any good to stay here and think about something that had happened months ago. Besides, Derek would be back in a week. So why bother right? She didn't want to think about him until he actually stood in front of her.

Casey almost fell back when she came face to face with the trio standing in front of the door, the shortest of them with his hands reaching out to knock on he. A goofy, cheeky grin formed on his face.

"Hey Space-Case. Miss me?"