Disclaimer - Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural are properties of Whedon and Kripke, respectively. They're not mine, but if they were I would share.

In regards to the story format…

Most of the story is written in regular old prose, but there are few chapters (including this first one) where events are told in newspaper clippings, phone and text conversations, journal entries, and whatever else would work for the specific event. Anyways, enjoy!

WARNING : This work will contain spoilers for all seasons of both BtVS and SPN. There will also be lots of naughty words.

November 3, 1983

The Lawrence-Journal World

A fire broke out last evening around 11PM at the home of John and Mary Winchester. Authorities believe that the fire may have been started by faulty wiring in the front second floor bedroom. Mary Winchester was unfortunately caught in the inferno and her body was recovered a few hours later.

Mary leaves behind her husband, John, and two sons, aged six months and four years. A memorial service will be held at Warren-McElwain Mortuary next Friday at 1PM.

February 1987

(Phone call from John Winchester to Bobby Singer)

BOBBY: Hello?

JOHN: Hey, Bobby.

BOBBY: Whaddya mean, 'Hey, Bobby'? For the love of Christ, man, it's been almost a goddamn month and we haven't heard from you? What the hell were you thinking?

JOHN: I was thinking I needed to finish the fucking hunt I was on. I was thinking that the boys were in good hands so I didn't need to worry. I was thinking that I'm free now so I might check up on my boys.

DEAN: (in the background) Uncle Bobby? Is that dad? He's okay?

BOBBY: Of course he's okay, son. He'll be coming home right soon, y'hear?

JOHN: Not just yet.

BOBBY: Excuse me?

JOHN: I need to take care of a couple of things first.

BOBBY: You listen to me. You got a three, almost four year old and an eight year old that's been sitting here waiting for your ass for three and a half weeks. You get your stupid face back here today!

JOHN: Don't you dare tell me what to do. I'll come get them when I'm good and ready to get them. So shut your goddam mouth and hold tight a few more days.

BOBBY: Don't you dare ha—(harsh click from the other end followed by a dial tone) FUCK!

March 1989

(Phone call from John Winchester to Bobby Singer)

BOBBY: Hello?

JOHN: Hey, Bobby.

BOBBY: (enormous sigh) Whaddya want, John?

JOHN: Listen, can you put out the word that I'm going to be unavailable for the foreseeable future? At least not unless it's an emergency.

BOBBY: Oh? Why's that? (2 seconds of silence) Hello?

JOHN: I've… I've met someone. Her name is Joyce. We're going to rent a place here in L.A. The boys love her, and I think I want to try and make this work.

BOBBY: Really? Good for you, John. I really mean it. I know that shit with Mary's been eating you up inside for years.

JOHN: Yeah, well, let's see where this goes. Sam needs to at least go to school for a while. The kid's smart, Bobby. Real smart.

BOBBY: Could'a told you that.

JOHN: Anyways, thanks Bobby.

BOBBY: No problem, John. You tell your boys I said hi.

JOHN: Yeah.

January 20, 1990

Hey Joyce!

You'll probably get this letter after we come visit, but I still want to say congratulations! Did you guys stick with Elizabeth Anne or did that scruffy boyfriend of yours make you change it?

Celia's almost two months old and is only waking up twice a night now. Thank God. Fred just adores her. I have this feeling that John will adore little Buffy, too. Just make sure he knows how to say no! By the way, has Dean been acting any better since the last time you wrote? That boy is nothing but trouble. If you want my opinion, keep Elizabeth away from him. Sam, though - such a little cutie! Hope he hits a growth spurt soon.

Now that you guys have a baby, is John going to finally pop the question? I want Polaroids of the ring mailed to me as soon as he does!

Hugs and kisses, your sister, Irene

POLICE INCIDENT REPORT / LAPD

DATE: March 16, 1991 / Time: 11:35PM

TYPE: Domestic Disturbance

LOCATION: 3471 W. 5th Street

INCIDENT REPORTED BY: Ms. Gretchen Brownstone / Age: 68

SUSPECT: John Winchester

NARRATIVE: ON THE EVENING OF MARCH 16, 1991, I OFFICER GARCIA RESPONDED TO A 911 DISPATCH CALL TO THE BARCLAY APARTMENT COMPLEX. MS. BROWNSTONE FILED A COMPLAINT REGARDING NOISE FROM THE APARTMENT ACROSS THE HALLWAY AND REPORTED SOUNDS OF ITEMS BREAKING AND CHILDREN SCREAMING. SUSPECT LEFT THE PREMISES IN HIS VEHICLE APPROXIMATELY TEN MINUTES PRIOR TO ARRIVAL WITH HIS TWO SONS. MS. JOYCE SUMMERS AND HER INFANT WERE UNHARMED. MS. SUMMERS DID NOT WISH TO PRESS CHARGES. SUSPECT'S CHILDREN ARE NOT MS. SUMMERS' CHILDREN AND SHE REQUESTED THAT WE NOT CLASSIFY THEIR DEPARTURE AS A KIDNAPPING. / END REPORT

(Phone call from John Winchester to Ellen Harvelle)

ELLEN: Hello, this is the Roadhouse.

JOHN: Ellen.

ELLEN: John? How the hell have you been?

JOHN: Ellen, I need a place to stay for a little. Boys're with Pastor Jim.

ELLEN: You better not be driving over here in the state you're in. I can smell that rotgut of yours through the phone. What happened with your lady friend?

JOHN: I fucked up, Ellen. I fucked up bad. Just need to lay up a few days, get my shit back together and I'll be off your back.

ELLEN: Okay John, you come on by. You need to be seeing little Jo anyways, growing like a weed, splitting image of her daddy. (3 seconds of silence) John?

JOHN: (mumble) I left Bubble-Buffy.

ELLEN: What?

JOHN: Never mind Ellen, I'm not coming. I'll be fine. Talk to you soon.

ELLEN: All right, let me know if you change your mind.

JOHN: Thanks.

January 1995

(Wedding invitation to John Winchester's PO Box in Kansas)

Joyce Summers

and

Hank Sutherland

request your presence on July 15, 1995

at 9 o'clock in the morning

Address: Canyon Crest Country Club
975 Country Club Dr.
Riverside, CA 92506

(Handwritten note on the back) John, please come. It would mean so much to Buffy.

January 19, 2001

Hello new diary! I am Elizabeth Summers. I am eleven years old. My daddy is John Winchester and my mommy is Joyce Summers. My other daddy is Hank Sutherland but he's mean and I don't like him. My real daddy gave me this diary today on my birthday! I got to see my brothers Dean and Sam. They don't have a mommy. Dean is tall but I like Sam the best. They gave me presents too. Dean gave me a grown up girl magazine but Hank took it away. Sam gave me lots of candy! I miss my brothers a lot. They call sometimes. Daddy John and mommy don't like each other. But I love my daddy and my brothers and I wish they could stay all the time instead of coming by only sometimes. I wish I could go in their car with them but Hank and daddy John say I need to go to school and get smart.

I love you diary! Elizabeth Anne Summers

March 2001

Sam Winchester
PO Box 3361
Lawrence, KS 66044

Dear Sam,

Congratulations! It is with great pleasure that I offer you admission to the Stanford University Class of 2005.

Your thoughtful application and remarkable accomplishments convinced us that you have the intellectual energy, imagination and talent to flourish at Stanford. We are thrilled to welcome you to the Stanford community and look forward to the unique and extraordinary contributions we know you will make to the intellectual and extracurricular life of our campus.

Whatever decision you make, we ask that you complete the enclosed enrollment response card and return it to us by the postmark deadline of May 2, 2001. Should you decide to matriculate at Stanford — and we sincerely hope you do — we will send enrollment information to you in late May.

Once again, I extend my congratulations on your admission to Stanford and welcome you to the Stanford family.

Sincerely, Anna Smith, Director of Admissions

(Handwritten note at the bottom) Sam, I know when we initially spoke you were doubtful that your father would approve and that you couldn't afford tuition. If you can work things on your end, I can work things on mine. If you decide to come, I'm certain I can get you a full scholarship. You are extraordinary! Don't let anything hold you back!

P.S. Were you planning on studying English or Creative Writing? Using the supernatural as an allegory made for a fascinating read.

TO: jwinchester

FROM: summersmom

SUBJECT: Your son!

May 1, 2001

John,

Guess who darkened my doorstep yesterday? Your son, Sam.

You are unbelievable, John. The boy has a full ride to Stanford and you didn't want him to go? What kind of father are you? Just because he doesn't want to be a roving mechanic like you and Dean doesn't mean he's worthless. Just the opposite. Maybe Sam will actually make something out of himself. At least he got away before you completely ruined him like you did Dean.

Do yourself a favor and at least try to talk to Sam again. You and your other boy might need to lean on him in the future.

Joyce

November 2002

(Written on a cocktail napkin)

Jessica

650–555–9816

Moral Obligation and the Law : An Examination of Situational Circumstances Where the Law Does Not Supersede Righteousness

Sam Winchester

December 10, 2004

ETHICSOC 4 / Dr. Ramona Griffiths

(Handwritten at the bottom of the title page) Sam, this is a wonderfully written piece, but you must remember that the law is sacrosanct. Your defense of vigilantism is persuasive but you must remember that laws have been written for a reason and no one should be above them. How else could we maintain order?

April 2005

NPR Hourly Radio Newscast

LAKSHMI: Live from NPR news in Washington I'm Lakshmi Singh. A high school in Los Angeles was the victim of an arsonist that police say was a young woman that attended the school. Our correspondent Bill Fernandez has the details.

BILL: Hemery High School, located in the suburbs of Los Angeles, is normally a bastion of peace and stability. On the night of April 15th, a school dance was interrupted by what witnesses say was a young woman having a fight with an older man. How the fire started has not been determined. The blaze spread quickly, but miraculously no one was hurt. The student in question has subsequently been expelled and because of her age her name and information will not be released. I'm Bill Fernandez in Los Angeles.

Gateways Hospital and Mental Health Care

Psychiatric Discharge Summary Medical Transcription

PATIENT NAME: Elizabeth Anne Summers

DATE OF ADMISSION: 6/2/2005
DATE OF DISCHARGE: 6/19/2005

DISCHARGE DIAGNOSES:
Histrionic Personality Disorder / Depression / Mild Schizophrenia

REASONS FOR ADMISSION: The patient was admitted by stepfather for delusions of monsters. The patient believes she is a slayer of vampires and insists they are real. The patient displays willful disobedience, having disappeared for several months with a boyfriend. The patient is suspected of arson.

PROCEDURES AND TREATMENT:
Individual and group therapy. Family therapy. Psychopharmacologic management.

HOSPITAL COURSE: The patient responded to all therapies and no longer believes herself to be a monster killer. The patient was unwilling to take medication but this did not seem to deter her rehabilitation.

DISCHARGE ASSESSMENT: At the time of discharge, the patient is alert and fully oriented. Denies all delusions. Insight and judgement good.

PLAN: (covered by handwritten taped note) For God's sake Harrison, just let Sam Winchester have her! He's threatening to sue.

SUPERIOR COURT OF CALIFORNIA, COUNTY OF LOS ANGELES

DATE: 7/28/2005

PETITIONER: Joyce Summers

RESPONDENT: Hank Sutherland

PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION (DIVORCE) OF: Marriage

MINOR CHILDREN: Elizabeth Anne Summers / 1/20/1990 / 15 / Female

Petitioner requests that the court make the following orders:

LEGAL GROUNDS: Divorce of the marriage or domestic partnership based on: (1) irreconcilable differences

October 2005

(Voicemail left on the phone of John Winchester)

DEAN: Dad. It's been two weeks. Why haven't you called back? Look, I'm frigging tired. I don't hear from you I'm picking up Sam and Buffy and we're coming after you. That voicemail you left me was bullshit and you know it. Call me back for fuck's sake!

Author's Note : Hello! Thanks for joining me on my second SPN/BtVS crossover! This time it's about family rather than smoochies. As I've done before, BtVS is getting a time jump instead of the other way around so the Scoobies will have access to cell phones and the like.

Since there are way more SPN seasons than BtVS I've mapped out the story so that the SPN seasons will sometimes double and triple up. I don't have nearly enough knowledge to tackle seasons 8+ without mangling them. I'm also planning on utilizing seasons 3+ of Angel. In other words, this one is looking to be long.

Regarding chapter one: All of the formatted sections (police report and stuff) I tried to duplicate. California forms have a lot of check boxes and junk. The newspaper, asylum, and apartment names are real, but except for Lakshmi Singh the rest of the people are fake. I just like her name.

The Stanford acceptance letter is copied directly from one I found online. Also, I'm obligated to say I attended UC Berkeley and therefore Stanford sucks.

I fudged a little with the Harvelles. The Wikia says John met them in 1995 and after the incident never came back, but Ellen says they were like family. I just inserted that they knew each other before.