A.N. I do not own Inuyasha or Supernatural.
"Stop with the crap-Sammy told me you speak english. Now, why won't you be a good little holy woman and help us?" Dean growled, his eyes gleaming.
Not intimidated, the dark haired beauty pushed him back forcefully. "It is not my duty, nor is it my destiny. You and your brother must do this yourselves." Her heavily accented words were sharp, leaving no room to argue.
Glaring, Dean yanked her up. "You wanna talk about duty?" He pressed her against the window, making her look at the bustling streets. "You're a priestess-Don't you have a duty to all those people who are going to die bloody, apocalyptic deaths?"
Whirling around, she landed a solid hit to his chest. "You know nothing, nothing you stupid boy! You treat me as an object, a weapon, and then the next moment appeal to my honor? I have fought my battles! I am done, my life cannot be used for more."
"What do you mean by that?" Sam asked, curious.
"Well, what she means, Sammy-boy, is that her life has fulfilled its purpose. She's done what was required. Hell, she'll probably never even get involved romantically with someone-Shame really," a voice cut in, light and jovial as a rose was offered to the still angry miko.
"Desperate times call for desperate measure, Gabriel. You should know this," Castiel stated simply, appearing beside his wayward brother.
Kagome stepped away from both. "I will not be charmed by any of you."
"I disagree-No woman can help being charmed by me. I merely explain why you don't want to make waves." He smirked and twirled a lock of her hair around his fingers in a familiar fashion.
Swatting him away, the blue eyed beauty scowled.
"None of this makes any sense! I want a goddamn explanation that doesn't run in circles, now!" the elder Winchester demanded forcefully.
Frowning pensively, Sam brooded over their words. "Please, we want to understand."
Sighing, the female grabbed a glass of water and a bottle. "Many believe that time and fate entwine to create a pattern. But it is more like a pond." She tilted the bottle to let a single drop hit the surface, observing the ripple. "As we enter this world, we change the surface, every decision unsettling it. Some drops are small and do so briefly, causing a tiny ripple. Others throw liquid violently out. No matter the effect, every drop that falls serves a purpose, a destiny. My purpose was to shatter the world and rebuild it. I did so, over 500 years ago. My purpose is done. I live only because death has not claimed me. Any decision I make upsets the surface unduly. It can only cause more harm than good for me to involve myself in such an affar."
"Well, you can make a positive change to the surface then," Sam countered. "No matter what, we are unsettling the pond. If you help, it might turn it in oir favor."
"Or cause calamity. Do you know the blood that stains my hands, Winchester? You've read my legends!"
"You claim to know and fulfil your purpose, yet death has not taken you. How can that be true?" the emotionless angel questioned.
"I cannot risk causing harm to this world again," the miko replied softly.
"So, boys and girl, we have our answer! Now, let's go!" With a flash, the trickster and the priestess disappeared.
