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New Dark Angel/Supernatural x-over Fic: New Science, Old Magic
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Title: Advance Science, Old Magic
Series: Twilight (DA/SPN x-over)
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Years after loosing Dean to the Trickster, Sam goes on the hunt for Jo when she mysteriously disappear while investing a recently abandoned prep school in Washington.
Sequel to Alone
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Kripke owns all things Supernatural, while James and Elgee own all things Dark Angel. I’m just playing around with the characters because…well, I’ve got nothing better to do right now.
Spoilers: Up to “Mystery Spot” for Supernatural. Through most of “Hello, Goodbye” for Dark Angel.
AN: Yes, this is going to be part of a series, almost like a virtual TV season. Yup, big undertaking. Here’s hoping I’m up for the job. Ideally, I’ll give you a new ‘episode’ every week. But this is my muse, so I make no promises. Anyway, hopes someone likes. Oh, and I’m still relatively new to writing SNP and DA, so, if they’re kind of off character wise, please forgive.



March 2020
Willoughby, Washington

It was cold that night. A late season snow had begun to fall earlier that evening and started to recover the ground under the shadow of trees and the tops the of old buildings that no one occupied any longer. Everywhere else was too warm and caused the snow to melt on contact. When the sun fully set, however, that changed and the snow was starting to stick to the ground.

Jo sat in her truck, watching as the snow fall in the darkness and slowly gather on the fencepost in front of her. Snuggling down into upturned jacket collar and scarf, she took a sip of the still steaming cup of coffee she had bought what felt like hours ago. Say what you wanted about Styrofoam, but that plus a thermos were the best things to keep with you on a cold hunt like tonight.

She had been watching the place for three nights now, but so far there had been no activity that she had seen. Still, there was something that was going on here. After ten years of hunting, she had started to develop a real knack for knowing when things weren’t right and they were definitely not right here: strange disappearances, reports of odd chanting from the neighbors, even reports of objects moving by themselves in a way that seemed to try and ‘protect’ the property. Jo hadn’t seen any of it, but she didn’t doubt it. There was just something…off about this place and the private school it was connected to.

That was another strange story in itself. Less than two weeks before she had shown up, everyone - the students, staff, and anyone connected to the school - had just picked up and left. Jo couldn’t figure out why and neither could anyone else. The only person who knew anything was the local sheriff, and wasn’t saying anything on the matter.

The ranch was the home of the dean and his wife and some of the strangest stories she had heard from the locals concerned these two. She had even caught wind of a story that they had a daughter who had a major breakdown and ended up shaving off all of her hair before cutting her face up. Jo hadn’t seen any evidence of it, but she hadn’t seen anyone who might be one of them to ask.

She supposed she could just break into the place. It wouldn’t be her first time, and it didn’t look as if anyone planned on coming back any time soon. But that bad feeling in the pit of her gut kept her in place, and she trusted her gut a lot more than she trusted her eyes. So, she’d sit and wait…in the cold.

Jo glanced down longingly at the heater control, but gas was too expensive and hard to come by in some places to waste on her warming up. Then, what good would she be to anyone if she let herself freeze to death? Maybe she could turn it on, just for a minute. Just to let her hands warm up enough that they didn’t turn black and fall -

The overly bright sound of some pop song she didn’t even know the name of started to play loudly from her bag, nearly causing Jo to spill her coffee all over herself. Cursing under her breath, she put her coffee up and then fumbled around with her purse before finally pulling out her phone. No number was displayed, just the word ‘Peter’.

“Hello?” she asked, flipping it opened.

A static sound answered her, “…o?”

Placing one hand over his ear, she shifted around in her seat try and find a better reception. “Peter? Is that you?”

“Hey, can you hear me?” he asked, though his voice was still muffled with static.

“Barely. Reception here is a complete crapshoot,” Jo said. “Where are you?”

“At the house, making dinner. Phone company’s caught in one of those rolling blackouts, so I had to use my cell.” Shifting again, she found a slightly better reception and could now hear him chopping something on the cutting board. “How’s it going up there?”

Jo shrugged, even though she realized that he couldn’t see. “Fine. Kind of quiet.”

“Haven’t found anything yet, huh?”

Glancing up at the darken ranch, she said, “No, not yet. I’m starting to think it might be a bust.”

There was a pause on the other end. He said, “Well, I won’t say I’m sorry about that.”

Jo closed her eyes and grabbed hold of the top of the stirring wheel. It was getting late and she was cold and she didn’t feel like fight about this…again.


“I know, I know,” he said, cutting her off. Deciding that the best thing was to change the subject, he said, “Hey, I have someone here who would love to talk to you.”

A moment of silence went by before a new, younger voice greeted her. “Hi, Mommy.”

Jo smiled. Merritt, her six-year-old daughter, had a fascination with talking on the telephone that was probably going to coast them dearly when she became a teenager. Jo had no doubt that she had been sitting under her father’s feet just waiting for him to pass her the phone.

“Hey, munchkin,” Jo said. “You being good for Daddy?”

“Uh-huh,” Merritt said. “He let me watch Conan!”

Jo bit the inside of her cheeks to keep from laughing and could hear Peter in the background say, “Traitor.”

“He did?” she asked. “Well, I’m going to have to talk with Daddy when I get home then.”

“Is that Mom?” another voice asked. “Let me talk to her.”

“Hey!” Merritt exclaimed to no avail.


Drawing in a deep breath, Jo prepared herself. Ever since her stepdaughter had turned twelve, she hadn’t been the easiest person in the world to talk to and Jo could tell by her tone she was in one of her moods. “Hey, Deana.”

“Mom, you have to come home,” Deana said urgently. “Dad’s been feeding us nothing but pizza and popsicles for two days. You know I can’t have that! I have tryouts for seventh grade cheerleading next week. I don’t want to get fat!”

Ten years ago, if someone would have told Jo that her that she would be having conversations like this, she would have never believed them. Jo herself had never given much thought to ‘normal teenager’ things like worrying about getting fat (not that she had that problem anyway, her mother swore she’d seen horses that ate less than her) or cheerleader tryouts. Those were things other people did, not her family. Yet, here she was, listening to Deana complain about eating junk food. Okay, some maybe the girl was a little strange.

“You’re not fat,” Peter said. “You actually could gain a little.”

Once again, Jo found herself having to keep herself from laughing. She could just see the horrified look on Deana’s face when he said that and when the matching ‘Mom!’ was shouted over the phone, she knew she was right.

Deana was such a…girl.

Snickering despite all her efforts, Jo said, “All right, I’ll - .”

A loud, rumbling thud echoed through the woods, causing the truck to vibrate beneath her. For a moment, Jo thought that it must be some sort of earthquake, but that thought was quickly dismissed when she realized the rumble had a ripple effect. It happened three times before finally stopping all together, leaving the night still once more. The only difference now was that the snow that had been accumulating on the post and tree limbs had fallen to the ground in several large heaps.

Jo could heard Deana calling for her, but she didn’t have time for this now. She had work to do.

“I have to go,” she said quickly.

Jo barely caught Deana’s, “Mom?”, before cutting the call and tossing the cell carelessly back into the bag.

Grabbing her shotgun, she opened the truck door and was running towards the sound before she had even realized that it might not be a supernatural occurrence she was running towards. It could be anything out there.

Since the Pulse, a lot stranger and manmade things had come across her path in hunting. It could be that that was what she was getting herself into. But she didn’t really have a choice, did she? People could be in danger. She had to help.

Leaping over the fence with athletic grace, Jo hurried through the snowy woods, trying to find a sign of anything weird that could of have happened. She was coming closer and closer to that creepy school she had explored earlier and her gut was telling her something was wrong.

There was a small opening through the brush of trees. Thanks to her eyes having become use to the dimness, Jo could make out a small shadow moving fast towards her. Clicking on the flashlight that Peter had duck tapped to the end of her shotgun, she raised the weapon and pointed it at the approaching blur.

“Stop!” she ordered.

Upon moving into the light, the blur did as she said. Jo felt her jaw drop at what she saw. A creature stood there, breathing heavily and looking up at her with wide pleading, yellow eyes. Its nose was curled up and its lips were slightly cleft right in the center of its top lip. Jo could see a pair of fangs behind those lips as it panted, and its ears came to two sharp points, almost like a Vulcan.

It looked like some weird science experiment that had tried to combined a cat and a human. Judging by the effeminate features, whatever it was, it was female.

It was also young; older than Merritt, but younger than Deana. Judging by height and stature, Jo guessed it was probably around nine or ten years old.

“What the hell…?” Jo muttered, staring at the strange little creature.

She had never seen a demon or monster like that before. Never heard of one like it either. Was it some sort of new breed? Was it responsible for what was going on around here?

The real question was could she kill it? It was just a child. Could she do it?

That decision was taken out of her hands. The thought had barely crossed Jo’s mind when the child perked up like Peter’s old Labrador did whenever it heard the mail truck drive by and swung its head back in the direction it had been running from. Not even concerned about the shotgun anymore, it ran towards Jo.

Grabbing onto her hand, it pulled at her and said, “Run.”

Jo stumbled a step or two after it, but she had been so caught off guard that she found herself tripping over her own feet. She didn’t fall to the ground, but by the time she regained her balance, the (little girl?) creature had disappeared back into the dark woods.

“Don’t let it get away!” she heard someone yell from the direction of the school.

Then she heard it, that rumbling that had shook her truck only a few minutes ago. She barely had time to turn her head before something that felt like a shockwave lifted her off the ground and threw her through the air. She didn’t remember much after that, only flying towards a tree and hoping that Peter and the girls would forgive her for getting herself killed.


Samuel stepped carefully over the tree root and looked at the blonde at his feet. It wasn’t the one he had been hunting, that thing had slipped away in the darkness. The Conclave had secured it and two others from White in order to give Samuel a bit of moving target practice. His skills were growing by the day and if they ever expected him to truly be able to use his ‘gifts’, than he needed to learn how to use them properly.

The two older transhumans were easy enough to take down. Neither had been made for much more than grunt work, but they had put up a resistance that last long enough to allow the third to run away. They might not be the same species, but even they seem to have a soft spot for the younger ones. It had vanished into the woods after Samuel had crushed the other two. He had tried to flush it out, sending out waves of energy in hopes of at least knocking the thing off its feet. He had failed in capturing it, but instead ended up capturing an intruder.

Moorehead frowned down at the blonde while Black inspected her. She wasn’t dead, but was unconscious.

“We shouldn’t have come back here,” Moorehead said. “It was a foolish move on our part.”

“The boy needs practice,” Black said reasonably. “And no one had seen anyone in the area for over a week now. How could we have known we’d have…” He sneered down at the woman. “…an intruder.”

“What about the transhuman?” Samuel asked.

Those blast had taken quiet a bit out of him. He didn’t think he would be able to wage another attack any time soon.

Moorehead tried to smile in what she probably thought was a reassuring way. It turned out appearing more as if she were baring her teeth at him. “We shall find it,” she said, laying a hand on Samuel’s shoulder. “Then you can try again.”

Samuel knew that if had been anyone else and had failed so abysmally, sever punishment would have been dealt. A second chance at something like this was not something that the Conclave were known to give, but he was an exception. He was the leaders son, after all.

Grabbing the woman’s shoulder none to gently, Black rolled the blonde onto her back. None of them were too surprised by the shotgun that had laid nearby, the locals were known for carrying weapons of all sort; however, that was not the only way that this woman was armed. Around her neck, she wore an old symbol of protection, one that warded off demonic possession. Black also found a flask of Holy Water, two smaller knives, and a medicine pouch.

“She’s a hunter,” Black sneered, crinkling his nose as if something foul smelling had just passed under it.

Samuel looked at her curiously. He had never actually seen one of their kind before.

“Are we going to kill her?” Samuel asked. It wouldn’t take much, just a twist of the neck and she could easily be taken care of.

“No, not yet. We should find out what she knows first,” Moorehead said. The older woman tilted her head to one side, considering the young hunter that lay at her feet. That smile returned and, though Samuel knew that he had no real need to, he found himself a bit more than afraid.

“Besides,” Moorehead said, “we might have use of her.”

Chapter One


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