Author: Restive Nature
Genre: Crossover
Type: WiP
Shows: Dark Angel and Supernatural
Disclaimer: Neither show represented in this fiction belongs to me. Dark Angel is the product of Cameron/Eglee and Fox, whereas Supernatural is the product of Kripke and The CW. No profits are made from this fiction and it is intended for private enjoyment only.
Story Rating: PG-13
Timeline/ Spoilers: This story is a companion piece to “When It Changes”.
Setting: Takes place during Chapter Twenty-two “It Ain’t Much”
Pairing: None
Summary: A series of vignettes. A collection of hunting trips.
The Diary of John Winchester
Name: UNK for sure, could have been an Indian Maiden/ Princess known as “Walks Like Deer”
Classification: ghost, angry spirit
Description: Indian Princess (?)
Lore Reference: very sketchy, could find little information at libraries, historical sites etc. We had to rely on spoken legends through local Native American tribes, which spoke only of the loss of an old chief’s only child to white fur traders. It was conjecture after that point.
Encountered At: Hot Springs Village, Arkansas (surrounding area)
Specific Attacks: ghost was luring children away who had become separated from their parents. Had strange command over weather and nature. Eye witness accounts (2) stated that the ghost appeared dressed as an Indian maiden.
Kill By: normally, salt and burn bones, in this case the ghost’s remains became separated from that of her child, causing the restless wandering, of looking for her child and taking any that came “her way” to punish those who weren’t vigilant in the care of their young. We put the skeletons together in a tiny cave, recited a blessing over them and collapsed the cave.
Personal Notes: This ghost seemed to be more of a benevolent spirit. Even though it was taking children, it led them to a cave with a spring fed water supply. The children we rescued spoke of a strange white light appearing, then berries or other edibles would be provided. Most of them believed that they had become lost and an angel was watching over them until they would be rescued.
Before we found the children, still alive, though some were suffering from exposure to the elements, our initial idea was to find the ghost and salt and burn its bones. But as the kids pointed out, it was a State Forest and there were no grave markers. The notation that the ghost was Indian didn’t seem supportable since there were no specific references to a tribe having been in this exact location. Again, we relied on word of mouth lore and there was a tribe somewhat to the Southwest that had claimed these lands. But they had long since been pushed out by white settlers.
Max brought up the possibility that some of the Natives had stayed in the area, through interracial marriages and other such situations. It was then that we questioned the Native’s story. The princess was lost to the old chief, not taken or stolen. That seemed to indicate to us that the girl was desirous of going with the fur traders.
Max and her brother were able to discover an old tradition of the tribe, that would “lead a spirit home”. After a few false starts, they performed the ritual. We soon spotted the wandering spirit and followed it back to a point in the forest. The spirit hovered over a point to the left of a slightly worn footpath. Dean and I began digging and soon found the remains of a small child, wrapped in a rotting buffalo hide. The spirit beckoned for us to follow her. Carrying the skeleton as best we could, we moved it over the footpath, at which point the spirit calmed and disappeared.
Dean and I wanted dug up the princess’ remains, but instead of salting and burning the bones as we normally would have done, the kids insisted that the spirit wasn’t angry. It didn’t require that degree of finality. Against my better judgment, we transported all the remains (including whatever trophies (?) we could find in the graves) and placed them within a slightly hidden cave. A prayer for the dead was said over the new entombment and then Max and Dean collapsed the cave.
We had to hightail it out of there then, since Park Rangers aren’t particularly known for liking people who disturb any part of the park. We stayed at the Hot Springs for a few days, but heard of no more missing children. I will however, keep an eye on this place in the future. Just in case.
Entry: Maryhill, WA
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