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 Chapters 23 & 24
Pairing: None
Summary: A series of vignettes. A collection of hunting trips.
The Diary of John Winchester
Name: UNK
Classification: UNK
Description: snake demon (see previous entry, Elgin, Nebraska), snake worshippers (?)
Lore Reference: there might be something more to these demons than we first believed. One of the symbols that we saw reminded me of a caduceus. This needs to be researched heavily by someone with more time on their hands than me. There are a few contacts I will pass the information along to.
Encountered At: Kenton, Oklahoma
Specific Attacks: (see prev. entry) The cult followers were a strange lot. Some seemed endowed with strength. When attacked, the cultists never even paused. (Even a shot from the rock salt was brushed away as if it were nothing.) Most probable situation that the humans were possessed, though by this snake demon or something else is unknown.
Kill By: (see prev. entry)
Personal Notes: The scene we came upon this time was much different from the last. The timing was different. As Dean noted last time, the breeding cycle seemed to be about every five years and it’s been longer than that since we’ve seen these monsters. But since it was also in another area that we found the last snake thing, it could be that this one was on a different cycle.
This whole episode really unnerved me. We caught wind of the same thing happening in Kenton that we had found in Elgin. Figuring that we knew how to kill these demons, we were confident when we went in that it would be easy.
Honestly, we nearly had our asses handed to us. When we arrived at the site, there were about ten robe garbed people. It was hard to tell the gender of some, since most of them were bald, with a chalky complexion and their coverings were bulky enough to hide their forms.
We believed that we would find once again a mated pair, but there was only one demon. It was most definitely female, since these cultists were taking the snakes from her. (These infant snakes, 12-18” long, were mottled brown with red patches about the size of a quarter.) As they took the snakes, the cultists were chanting something we could not make out. (Max might know, since her hearing is better, but she is strangely reluctant to talk over this case. She is decidedly uncomfortable about it. Not that I blame her.)
Not knowing what these people were up to with the snakes, I was hesitant to go in until we had figured it out, but Dean took the decision from my hands, going in with lack of regard for his safety. These people turned on him and the one who seemed to be directing it all, a male I believe, judging from the tone of voice, ordered three cult followers to defend the others. Those people turned back to what they were doing, completely disregarding us.
Once I saw the way those three fought, I can understand why they weren’t concerned. The only thing that saved us was the guns and Max. Since Dean was ahead of us, he was hit hardest. Once he was out of the way (knocked briefly unconscious) Max flew in there in a rage. Perhaps the only thing that saved her ass. Two converged on her and while she handled herself well, I don’t think either she or I were aware of the martial arts discipline they used. It was fluid and if not being used by our enemy at the time, something I think we would have enjoyed watching.
At this point, I used my gun. But as I wrote earlier, it had no effect, other than seeming to amuse the cultists. While Max was handling the other two, Dean recovered and took on the cultist that was before me. He didn’t fare well.
The only reason it ended as well as it did was because the other cultists finished what they were doing. A command from their leader (?) and they disengaged and walked away. (If we hadn’t been outnumbered, I would have followed.) They left the mother demon vulnerable and I shot that thing. But it makes me wonder, how many of these things are out there? And what are those baby snakes needed for?
Add. – I copied down as many of those symbols that I could recall. Max finally told me the chant that they were using, though we have no idea how to spell the words. I wrote it down phonetically, hoping that one of my contacts might be able to make sense of it. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Entry: Troy, ID
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