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 between Chapter 23 &24
Pairing: None
Summary: A series of vignettes. A collection of hunting trips.
The Diary of John Winchester
Name: UNK
Classification: possession of inanimate objects
Description: only clue was the attacks from the tools and random things being fixed and then conversely broken
Lore Reference: Dean recalled reading about this somewhere, but was unable to find the reference again, though he did try.
Encountered At: Hamilton, Colorado
Specific Attacks: tools used as weapons
Kill By: cleansing ritual on each possessed object
Personal Notes: There was more going on in this town than I realized. In the matter of the case, we were asked to check it out by one of my contacts. He wasn’t sure that anything was going on, since the police believed that these were random attacks within a specific neighborhood. Each victim swore that they were attacked, but had seen absolutely nothing. One victim swore that the person attacking him was invisible. Police felt they might be trying to protect the attacker. Upon investigation, they discovered that all the tools belonged to the same man, Josef Twiller.
Twiller claimed that he could not have hurt anyone since he had been loaning the tools out (to all the victims, no less) and did not have them in his possession at the times of the attacks. He had verifiable alibis on three separate occasions when the attacks took place. He was dropped as a suspect.
As I wrote, Dean recalled reading about something like this, though he couldn’t remember where. He did liken it to a fable of the Elves or Faeries that came to the shoemaker’s cottage and did the work while the family was asleep. As long as the tools were well cared for, the Elves continued to come. But if the tools were neglected or dirty, the Elves destroyed things instead.
We found no evidence of Elves, Faeries or any other mystical creatures. We did however, discover that Twiller had bought the set of tools at a farm auction; the gentleman (Mr. Andersen) who had passed away was apparently one who adhered to the old ways he brought over with him from the Netherlands. It was quite possibly he that had charmed or incanted the tools.
Since the tools were being held as evidence, we really had no way of getting to them. We did briefly wonder if Andersen was possessing the tools. But the attacks didn’t stop even after we’d salted & burned his bones.
Finally Dean and Max came up with a plan to solve our dilemma. They produced some “documentation” indicating that these tools that the police had in custody were perhaps involved in a previous crime in a larger city. We all got to play dress up and headed over to the police evidence lock-up. There Max was able to sweet talk the officer in charge into letting her look at the weapons. The tools were all in the lab (such as it was), being tested for any other residues, besides the blood and hair that had been found on them.
(We discovered at this point that criminologists, as a lot, seem to be very territorial.) Max again used her charms to let us get a “look only” at the tools. While she distracted the officer and lab tech, Dean and I were able to perform the cleansing ritual. I told the techs and officers that the tools, specifically the hammer, were lacking the distinctive notch that had been present in “our case”. That neatly ended that line of inquiry and the police seemed satisfied with it.
Back at Twiller’s home, we cleansed the rest of the tools from the auction and included those he’d owned previously, just to be on the safe side. We stayed in town a few more days, but there was no more sign of attacks. Since the police had no other leads, they seem to have put the case aside for now.
Add. – As I wrote before, there was more going on here than just this case. I only discovered the mystery towards the end of things; though I was certain something else was going on. When we first came to town, Dean left to do some research and was gone much longer than he should have been. He explained that he’d stopped for coffee and ran into someone he knew from years past. All the winking and innuendo meant to convey the feminine gender, but it seemed a little over the top to me.
The next day, while we were once again researching at the library, Max and Dean were approached by some young men. At the time, they all acted surprised and happy to see each other. The two teens were vaguely familiar to me. It wasn’t until later that I recalled them. They were students from back in Geraldine. The older one had been a classmate of Dean’s. (I think the younger was a grade behind Sam.) That evening, Max informed me that the younger brother, Colin, had asked her out. She asked permission to go and while I was of two minds about it, I finally allowed it. After all, she’s going to have to grow up some time.
When Max left the next afternoon for her date, which was to be an early movie and then some dinner, I should have known that something was up. Dean was way too calm about the whole matter. But when he later lied to me and slipped out of work, I knew for sure that something was up. I followed him to a café near the center of town. There I watched him check in the window of the restaurant, then move off to duck into an alley.
From my vantage point, I could see that Max was in the restaurant with her date. It wasn’t too long after that that they left and began walking down the street. The boy, Colin, kept glancing down the street, like he was waiting for something. When they made it to the mouth of the alley, he pulled Max in, against her will.
In a way, I am really not surprised this happened. That son of mine really needs to learn to plan these things better. Or when it comes to his sister, leave well enough alone. But I don’t really see either happening.
By the time I got to the alley, Colin’s wrist was broken, Max was fuming and she and Dean were in a screaming match. Colin’s older brother was there as well, threatening to press charges. Max shut him up by threatening to have Colin arrested for sexual assault against a minor, as it seems that Colin just turned eighteen, compared to her sixteen. (Not sure what the age of consent is in CO, but the threat worked.)
I broke up the fight and we took Colin to the hospital. The teens between them, created a cover story to tell the doctors about Colin tripping in the alleyway and falling on his wrist. Apparently Max talked fast enough and gave enough details that the doctor quite believed her. We took our leave after Colin’s parents had been called.
That wasn’t the end of it though. At least Max had the good sense to wait until we were back at the motel before she lit into Dean again. The shiner she gave him will last for a while and maybe make him think twice about his actions. And it wasn’t for setting her up to be “assaulted”, it wasn’t for trying to play hero. It also wasn’t for blaming Sammy for putting the idea into his head in the first place. (Remind myself to ask him about that comment.) It was, as she put it, “for believing her to be so stupid that she wouldn’t see right through the damn scheme that HE had concocted”.
Entry: Halifax, MA
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