My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

Karma

The stench of mildew and copper filled Dean's nose as he came to. His eyes struggled to focus in the darkness.

"Ah, about time you're awake," A velvety voice had Dean craning his neck up to see the figure walking towards him.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean growled: his voice was gruff as if raw. The memory of his lips mumbling the small prayer to Cas before getting his throat crushed in an angry grasp, hit him.

"Karma," The woman smiled. She looked hellish. Her wild black strands in disarray on her head. A set of glasses perched on the end of her nose were crooked and smudged with dirt. Her outfit was a torn and bloodied ensemble, trying desperately to resemble a pantsuit.

"Karma? Is that supposed to be a joke?" Dean sneered. He tugged on the rope that bound his hands behind his back. His arms were strained around a stone pillar

"Do I look like I'm joking?" The woman spat. Her heels clicked as she stepped closer to Dean before kneeling down in front of him. "Karma is my name."

Dean only frowned.

"Karma, the fourth fate sister," Castiel spoke from across the way, he looked as rough as Dean felt. He had an unhealing cut on his head and he too was tied to a tone support.

"Fate?" Dean blinked. I thought there were only three of you?"

"Wrong. I was the first. The oldest. Before I was cast out."

"Great," Dean lulled his head back against the pole he was tied to. "A pissed of sister of fate. My favorite."

"What do you want with us?" Castiel asked, trying to use his powers to free himself, but to no avail.

"When I was cast out, I was cast into the pit. I was cut off from heaven. My powers are weak. So I have to use sacrificial magic to gain my strength. I can't leave here until I'm at full power, and well...not many people come through here. But you...you're guilt is so heavy I can use that to my advantage. See, most people ignore their guilt but not you. You let it consume you and that's a magical thing. With the right spell I can sacrifice you and this angel of yours and I'll be all too powerful," Karma purred, running a blood stained finger down the side of Dean's face.

Dean grit his teeth.

"See it's not the people I'm sacrificing. It's their guilt."

"How'd you get out?" Dean asked, still trying to free himself, not that he knew what he'd do when he got out.

"Oh the poor soul. His wife was killed by a drunk driver. The bastard got charged with involuntary manslaughter and a few years in prison. He was free again. Just let out a month ago. So the poor widowed man found a spell to raise me up. Inthe graveyard where his wife was buried. I convinced him to bring the man here on fake pretense of closing old wounds. The man agreed."

"So you killed them both," Castiel guessed.

"I didn't want to. But I needed the sacrifice. The man got what he deserved. And I got just a little bit stronger."

Dean swallowed hard. This wasn't going to end well for him.

-

Gabriel caught Cas' arm, keeping him from going into the mausoleum. "Wait, you really shouldn't go in there."

Cas turned with murderous eyes. "And why not?"

"This spell work, it's for Karma."

"Karma? You mean the fourth fate sister?" Cas frowned, glancing at the walls of stone where Gabriel was looking.

"There's a fourth one?" Sam raised his brows in surprise.

"She was the oldest. She went rogue. Decided that it wasn't fair that they were killing innocent people just so that something could happen years in the future as a result. So she took fate into her own hands. Disobeyed orders and killed those who were deserving of it."

"Karma," Sam nodded in understanding.

"It's where the term came from. She was cast out and into the pit. Someone used dark magic to raise her up." Gabriel finished.

"She's what's been causing the disappearances?" Sam frowned.

"It's likely sacrificial magic. She'd have to draw her power from something, and she's cut off from heaven completely. People's guilt is what makes her strong."

"So what you're telling me is that Dean, the king of guilt, was taken by a woman who literally depends on it for power, and you don't want me to go in there?" Cas snarled, taking an angry step towards Gabriel.

"These wards make you powerless, what are you going to do to stop her?" Gabriel threw his hands up in exasperation.

"He's got a point Cas. We can't help Dean if we're caught too. We'll just end up being her next victims. We need to be smart about this," Sam sighed, running a stressed hand through his hair.

"We don't have time to be smart about this. Dean could be sacrificed any moment. He might already be-" Cas cut himself off. His chest clenching in agony at the thought.

"Cas, you can't think like that. We'll get him back," Sam's own voice waivered with uncertainty. He turned to Gabriel then. "How do we kill her, or send her back at least?"

"A blade. It can kill any Deity. It's a weapon of heaven," Cas answered, recalling the time he had planned to use it on Atropos.

"Where can we find it?"

Gabriel shrugged, "I haven't the slightest idea."

"Can we break these sigils? Or disrupt them somehow?" Sam turned to the large stone building as if he would be able to see the invisible marks.

"Yes, but it takes a strong spell. We'd have to collect all the ingredients and find the spell so we don't say it wrong. It might waste too much time," Gabriel started to fidget as if he was uncomfortable with the repetitive bad news.

"Then what do you propose we do?" Cas growled out impatiently.

"I can collect the ingredients and find the spell while you two keep her from killing Dean and Castiel. It's not a great plan, but it's something."

"And how are we supposed to keep her busy without getting killed ourselves?"

"I just need half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Sam scoffed. This was something Dean would come up with.

Gabriel reached out, placing a hand on the side of Sam's cheek.

Sam stiffened under the gentle touch.

"I don't know you very well, but I trust you, the other me did anyway. And I'd like to think that he did so because you gave him reason. My little brother is in there with your big brother. I know you can do this. Just give me thirty minutes."

Sam swallowed and nodded.

A blink later and Gabriel was gone.

"Ready Cas?" Sam asked pulling out his gun.

Cas nodded, his angel blade already out.