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 for language
Timeline/ Spoilers: This story is a companion piece to “When It Changes”.
Setting: Takes between during Chapter Twenty-three and Twenty-four
Pairing: None
Summary: A series of vignettes. A collection of hunting trips.
A/N- Please note that whenever you see this symbol ~ , imagine that they are yanking the page away from each other!
The Diary of John Winchester
Written today by Dean~
& Max
Name: don’t know
Classification: poltergeist
Description: same as usual
Lore Reference: you’ve got the book so I don’t know
It’s German; we already went through this in Vermont!
Encountered At: Tuscarora, Nevada
Specific Attacks: threw shit at us
He does not mean that literally
Kill By: same old exorcism
Personal Notes: pretty run of the mill stuff Dad. I hope your case is going better. (We wouldn’t know since you keep cutting us off or not answering your phone!) This one was kind of boring. The family was freaked out by the noise and stuff flying around. The littlest kid had an accident with a knife. ~
The mom wasn’t sure if that was the poltergeist or the kid just being stupid with the knife.
She keeps doing that! Next time dad, send more of these pages along and she can write her own journal. ~
Well if you would stick to the important facts, then I~
I am sticking to the facts. I was simply saying that the mom didn’t know. But it seemed pretty fishy to me that a four year old was running around with a knife. If it’d been me, hey no worries~
It wasn’t you and kids get into stuff. You should know that!
Anyway! Mostly the family was getting smacked around whenever they tried to move stuff around the house. The majority of the incidents were prevalent in the living room~
Look out Dad; he’s pulling out the ten dollar words. I think he’s trying to impress somebody!
I am not!
We’re at a diner and our waitress is about to explode out of her blouse~
Fine! Long story short. The house has a history of problems dating back about fifty years. Lot of traffic of people moving in and then right back out. We exorcised the house, got rid of the poltergeist, they invited us over for dinner~
Dean nearly inhaled the pot roast Mrs. Matson made.
I DID NOT!
I’m just saying…I think he needs to lay off the burgers and fries. Eat more salads and greens. And lettuce on the burger doesn’t count. ~
We’re done here!
Add.- I just thought I should also say that while I was at the haunted house, I felt compelled to dance around the front yard wearing a leotard and tutu, it was pink with sparkles, and purple cowboy boots. I looked just darling. Of course it was the poltergeist controlling me, but Dad, I’ve never felt so free in my life and I think that~
I did not write that! I swear to God I am going to kill her dad. She’s forging my handwriting now!
Entry: Why, AZ
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