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: Lillian DeNali
Classification: thought form
Description: generally an unconscious psychic projection (there have been some cases I’ve heard of where it was deliberate, but it wasn’t so in this case.)
Lore Reference: verbal Intel from various sources.
Encountered At: Sweetwater, Texas
Specific Attacks: attacks vary because of the differences in those projecting the thoughts. In this case, the projections were all about death. It drove people eventually to insanity or suicide.
Kill By: it is near impossible to kill the thought form itself. It has no shape or substance. Also, inmost cases, the subject projecting the thoughts is unaware of their ability to do so. In most cases, once the subject was made aware, the projections ceased. Otherwise, the subject was eliminated.
Personal Notes: Because of the nature of this case, I hesitated in bringing Dean and Max along. True, there might have been strength in numbers, in that we could have confused or diverted the strength of the DeNali woman. If I believed that she had been doing it deliberately, I would have brought them. As it turned out, I’m extremely glad I didn’t. Their lives have been hard enough without them having to deal with this. Even though I know it was just Ms. DeNali’s own fears showing through, so close to her own death, the images of my children dying will haunt me for along time to come.
In talking with the families of those people who had been committed or killed themselves, I discovered that they had been dealing with the same thing that I had upon encountering Ms. DeNali. From first contact with her, they began seeing visions of themselves and their loved ones dying. These visions, constant and hounding became too much to bear for most of them.
At first, when I encountered her, I believed that she was fearful of death. This at her age was understandable. Or it could have been her prolonged stay in the hospital. But when I visited with her, to gauge the depth of her understanding of what she was doing, I realized I was wrong. Just the opposite, she was yearning for death. Her fear lay in the thought that it might never come. That others would find the release into whatever oblivion before her.
In the end, I did what I had to do. What she wanted someone to do all along. And in the interest of self-preservation, I will never repeat this to anyone.
Add. – I’ve had a few days to mull over these images that Ms. DeNali projected to me. At the time, it was an overly emotional moment. But as I reflected upon it, I could see where my fears were grounded. Naturally I worry about Dean being electrocuted, when he’s tinkering with all those things he likes to fool around with. And remembering when he was little and stuck his fingers in a light socket, well, I know where that comes from.
And given what happened to our family, I know why I’m terrified of Sam dying in a fire. Even writing this down chokes me up.
And lastly Max. Her fear of firearms is one of the fundamental truths about her.
So maybe these weren’t my fears, just remnants of a past that haunts us. All I can say is that once again, I’m glad the kids weren’t there.
Entry: Mobridge, SD
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