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-four “Wonderdrug”
Pairing: None
Summary: A series of vignettes. A collection of hunting trips.
The Diary of John Winchester
Name: Ronald Reid
Classification: ghost, angry spirit
Description: general
Lore Reference: Ronald Reid, teen, (b. August 9th, 1980, d. July 3rd, 1994) locked in a basement, during a prank gone wrong. Unknown as to how the blaze started, but there was no chance of escape because of the accelerants (painting materials) that were stored in the basement and had been spilled. (Ref. County Courthouse death certificate, local paper articles.) Spirit was taking revenge on the boys that had been responsible for tricking him thus causing his death.
Encountered At: Bullhead City, Arizona
Specific Attacks: fire
Kill By: salt and burn bones
Personal Notes: Took Max with me on this one. I figured she and her brother needed a little space, although for various reasons. It didn’t really work out as I intended, since Dean insisted on calling her every five minutes. Luckily she was smart enough not to answer when we were in the middle of a fight with the damn thing. One thing I remember from combat, I really don’t like having to dance through fire. And back then, the explosions usually gave notice that there would be fire. This thing didn’t even give us that; just made the floor burst out into flame before we knew what was coming. And then the ceiling and the walls around us. Max kept her head and was able to use her surroundings to her advantage to get us out of there, though I still have no idea how she managed to jump up to where she did. Logically we should have stayed low with the fire burning around us, but since I later discovered that the exits were blocked, up was the only way out. And since we’re both alive, I don’t think I’ll be arguing with her about it any time soon.
We found the grave site, salted and burned the bones. With her and Dean yakking on the phone the entire time!
Entry34: Strawberry Point, Iowa
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