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.
A/N: Dean is alone on this one.
The Diary of John Winchester
Name: Walter Koner
Classification: ghost, angry spirit
Description: the usual
Lore Reference: You remember this guy dad? You used to work for him. He lived at home with his mom still, never got married. They let us live in that apartment above the garage. Ol’ granny used to baby-sit us after school. She made about the best cookies ever.
Encountered At: Strawberry Point, Iowa
Specific Attacks: there really wasn’t anything attacks wise, but plenty o’ signs of ghostly residency.
Kill By: salt and burn bones, though I only had to for one of these guys.
Personal Notes: The whole thing about this Dad was that there really weren’t any attacks. Not at first. It was just a strange set of coincidences. I wasn’t sure why you sent me. But I was talking with Mrs. Koner, she remembered us (by the way). While we were talking, (actually, she was busy baking!) she told me about old Walt’s death. Apparently he interrupted a burglary gone wrong in the house and was shot to death. (That was about six months ago.) According to police reports, they were after something in the library. They were trying to come up with suspects and motives. About the only person who had anything to gain, other than a random thief, was Walt’s cousin, Nicholas. (Something about Mrs. K. keeping a copy of her will at home.) But the guy had an alibi for that night. Not that he couldn’t hire somebody though, right?
Now, since Walt died, Mrs. K. told me that she feels he’s still looking after her. I thought she was nutty, but hey, stranger things have and do happen, right? So it wasn’t long before, while she was baking, the glass bowl slipped from the counter and fell to the floor. Before I could even move, “something” had caught it and brought it back to the counter. Score one for Casper. Mrs. K. just smiled, you know, having proved her point.
I guess there were all sorts of incidents, starting a month or so ago. She’d be on a step stool and feel a push, fall and be caught. A light fixture that she was sure was stable, suddenly fell and she was pushed out from underneath it. That sort of stuff. I wasn’t sure about believing her, but Dad, she offered to let me have a look at the old apartment. What you didn’t know was that Sammy and I had a few secret hiding places back there. And since we left in a hurry, we never got the chance to get that stuff. So I borrowed Mrs. K.’s ladder and while I was heading up to the loft, I was deliberately pushed. I was only about eight feet up and would have been fine, but I swear Dad, something, probably old Walt, caught me.
But the thing was why would he push me, just to catch me?
So anyway, I was talking with Max and she was asking me who inherited everything after Mrs. K. croaked. And it turns out, after Walt; it would have been her nephew. I guess after he was cleared, he laid low for a month and then told his aunt he was going on an extended vacation and she hasn’t heard from him since. I told her she should change her will. (You know I’d be more than happy to inherit something, right Dad.)
But, following up with that conversation, I really started to wonder. Remember that conversation we had that one time and you said something about how most spirits don’t even realize they were dead? Well I started to wonder if that might be the case, or at least part of it here. So I got a hold of a picture of the nephew. Did some checking around, actually a lot of checking and found out that Nicky died, you guessed it, a month ago, just before the “accidents” started happening. Seems he was traveling under an assumed name, got into a car accident, fairly serious and was hospitalized. Docs found his fake id and little else and put that on his chart. They couldn’t find a contact number, no insurance so they did contact the police. But since Nicky was cleared of suspicion in Walt’s death, they had no reason to have him on file. And no one seemed to want to be bothered to pursue it. So Nicky lapsed into a coma and died and I guess went back to trying to get what he wanted.
So having figured all this out, what did I have to do? Not much. I found out where this guy was buried, salted and burned his bones and headed on back to Mrs. K.’s, just to check on her. Seems she was having quite the conversation with her “son”. I guess she could hear him or something ‘cause she turned and thanked me like there was no tomorrow. Lights gave a little flicker and that was it. Mrs. K. said that it felt like Walt was definitely gone. I was afraid things were gonna get teary but she just fed me dinner and gave me a huge ass plate of cookies and a box of something for the road. She said to tell you hello and Sam too and that you were welcome to visit if you cared to.
Add. – Ha! Mrs. K is so awesome. Wanna know what was in the box? Come on. Take a guess. All my old comics that I stuffed up in that hidey hole so Sammy couldn’t get them. And a bunch of piddly little other things that Sam couldn’t bear to part with. Remember Fluffy? Damn thing is there too. I remember when it fell down the latrine at camp and Sam whined so much you had to go in and get it back. The stench! So, I think I’m gonna give little brother a ransom call. I wonder how much I can blackmail him for with this thing? Maybe we should rename it Mr. Pooh Bear. What do ya think he’ll do if I cut off an ear to send to him? Ah, good times!
Entry 35: Los Angeles, CA
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