Karma Bites [Supernatural]

Part 4: Elkhart, IN

A few weeks later

Elkhart, IN

"Nothing like an old-fashioned corpse barbeque," Dean quipped as he, Sam, and Castiel stepped around gravestones, making their way back to the car.

"Dibs on first shower," Sam said as he adjusted the shovels to sit more comfortably on his muscular shoulder. "That body was a little juicier than usual."

"Deal, but only if we can stop for dinner on the way--I'm starving," Dean said to no one's surprise.

The trio walked on in companionable silence, and the Impala came slowly into view. As they came closer, Cass squinted toward the car. "What's that on the windshield?"

Dean's head swiveled immediately to the car, all of his senses on high alert. He could just make out smears of red on the glass, and started running. He made it to the car before the others, and starting cursing loudly.

As he got closer, Sam could see it a little more clearly. "Is that blood?"

Dean's scowl was ferocious. "Worse--lipstick."

Understanding lit up their faces. "Karma," all three said in unison as they looked at the message:

All's good now. Just a little token of my appreciation--hope they fit!

"Token?" Cass asked, confused. They all looked more closely and spotted three small gift bags sitting on the front seat--green in the driver's seat, blue in the middle, and brown in the passenger seat.

Sam scoffed. "Just like Karma to color-code them for us." When the angel turned a puzzled look his way, Sam expanded, "Our eyes, Cass."

Opening the doors, Dean grabbed his bag and Cass's while Sam retrieved his own.

"What do you think she means by 'hope they fit,' Dean?"

"Damned if I know..." His voice trailed off as he pulled out what appeared to be some random fabric and string. Once he got it sorted out, however, it revealed itself to be a very skimpy pair of men's underwear, the bulk of which was a squirrel with his back to the viewer, and inside his tail clearly meant to hold--

Oh. Hell. No.

"Uh, Dean? I think she likes Crowley's nicknames for us."

Dean looked over and saw his brother holding up a similar contraption, this one with moose's antlers stretching out like wings and the moose's nose serving as the--Still Hell no.

Both Winchesters looked at Cass, who was sorting out his own undergarment, which was looking more and more like a tropical bird whose beak served a very special purpose.

In nearly identical movements, Sam and Dean tossed bags and gifts into the trunk of the car along with their gravedigging gear, then took their seats. Castiel got into backseat, still trying to untangle the strings. With a frustrated sigh, Dean turned the key and flicked on the windshield wipers, clearing off Karma's note as he pulled out onto the road. He tried to clear her off his mind as quickly and easily, but that wasn't going to happen.

If he'd asked, he would have found that Sam was trying to do the same, and also failing miserably.