Firefly/Supernatural Crossover?

For some reason, I suddenly want to read a Supernatural/Firefly crossover fic. I don't know why. I usually don't like crossovers. But I was rewatching a Firefly episode and I was all, "I wonder how Sam and Dean would react to River. I can just imagine the weird, confused looks Dean shoots to Sam over her head as she babbles at him while they're trying to interview her or something."

And now I want to read it.

I want to see Dean's smarmy grin and smart ass remark to Inara when Mal explains to him what a "Companion" is (and then see Inara completely shut him down after, much to Sam's amusement), see Jayne's reaction to weapons in the Impala's trunk (would he be impressed? Or would he just scoff when they explained about the rock salt and pull out Vera as an example for what a real man's weapon should look like?).

I want Book to give Sam advice when he's in one of his angsty, guilty moral crises, and geek out over some research with Simon, I want Kaylee flirting and blushing with Sam, and Zoe and Dean standing shoulder to shoulder with guns aimed at an enemy (Zoe would say something flat and stoic, Dean would respond with a dirty grin and a lot of innuendo, and behind them Wash would call out, "Hey, there! That's my wife you're talking to!" and Zoe would reply with something like, "I can handle him, dear. Just keep your eyes peeled for the Captain." ["Yes, lambie-toes"])

And I want Sam and Dean to butt heads with Mal, because they're not going to take order from anyone (unless it's John, and of course, even then Sam will cause trouble) and Mal wants to turn the ship around and flee from the Reavers, and Sam and Dean want to go right in there and kill them, because if they don't then someone else will die.

I want to read this.


So uh, has anyone read any good firefly/Supernatural crossovers lately?

Die, ants! Die!

So, half hour ago a pest control guy came into our apartment to spray the walls and floors to get rid of the ants. I didn't know he was coming, one of my roommates was gone, and the other one dead asleep, and I didn't hear him knock on the door. But because it's an apartment and he was hired by the leasing office, he had a key and came right in, calling down the hallway to see if anyone was home. Totally confused as to what was going on I tumbled out of bed and into the hallway, still in my pajamas--my purple Grumpy pajamas and flimsy green camisole that wasn't quite laying on me properly.

It was a little awkward. My roommate finally came out of her room, and her shirt was kinda see through, and we were both missing our glasses and squinting a whole lot.

I'm sure the guy thought we were nuts. Anyway, he started spraying, we both disappeared into our rooms to put on sweatshirts, and now the whole apartment smells like bug killer, which is apparently okay for us to be around and breathe, but I still can't help imagining me inhaling poison with every breath.

But at least there's no more ants. Just, you know, a lot of ant corpses in the walls.