Defying Gravity (Book One: Supernatural fanfic)

My Heart Will Go On

Balthazar had gone back in time to save a ship by the name of the Titanic from sinking. Everyone had survived, which led to 50,000 descendants.

And now more and more of those descendants were dying, because Fate, Atropos, was killing them to right the wrong.

Sam and Dean went to check only one of the many places that Atropos was killing the survivors.

Atropos made them and was trying to kill them inside of a building, stopping time, turning the gas dials open on several stoves. Time restarted.

"Hello?" Dean called. His flashlight died. "Oh, come on."

"You got a lighter?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered. "Okay."

Dean pulled out the lighter, trying to flick it.

"Oh, come on," Sam told him. "It's out of juice or something?"

"It shouldn't be," Dean told him.

The lighter finally sparked, the gas in the air catching fire.

Castiel and I pulled them out before the ignited gas reached them, teleporting very far away into a clearing in a woods after dark.

Sam and Dean looked around in confusion, turning to face us.

"Cas," Dean told him in relief. "Ava."

"Hello, Dean," Castiel told him. "Sam."

"Hey, thanks, man," Sam told us. "Where are we?"

"White Russia," I answered.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Are you aware of what your frat bro did?" Dean asked.

"We're aware," Castiel answered. "Balthazar can be impetuous."

"Well, riddle me this," Dean told us. "If Fate's going after the boat people, why'd she try to waste me and Sam?"

"Well, I imagine she harbors a certain degree of rage toward you," Castiel answered.

"What did we do?" Sam asked.

"Nothing of import," I told them sarcastically, stepping past them. "Just the tiny matter of averting the Apocalypse and rendering her obsolete." I turned to face them. "I think maybe she's a little irritated about that. And then you go and dangle yourselves in front of her..."

Dean looked at Sam. "So we've pissed Fate off personally."

"If I know her—and I do—she won't stop until you're dead," I told them.

"Awesome," Dean said sarcastically. "So what do we do?"

"Kill her," Castiel answered.

"Kill Fate?" Sam asked.

"Do you have another suggestion?" Castiel asked.

"No," Sam answered. "I'm—I just mean, uh... Can you even do that?"

"Balthazar has a weapon that will work against her," I told them.

"Of course he does," Dean told me. "Yeah. Boy, that guy's just got it covered, doesn't he? You need new friends, Octavia."

"I'm trying to save the ones I have, Dean," I told him. "We'll have to draw her out."

"All right, well, uh, she's gunning for us," Sam told us. "She's bound to surface again eventually."

"We'll make it easy for her," I told them. "I think you have an expression for it. 'Tempting Fate'."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, looking at Castiel and me as if asking if we were serious.