AN: Hello! Here is the next chapter of It's Called Karma. I planned out most of what is going to happen in the next chapters and I can predict this will only continue for about 3 or so. Sorry, but stories have to come to an end sooner or later. At least it is later! Anyway, enough of the sappy talk and let's get moving.

Chapter 10

The damage was already done. Astraea…Raguel, one and the same, was already dead. She died in a fire like she supposed to. It was like burning in hell for sins she wasn't aware nor deserved. Raguel was the Archangel of Justice, but what did she do to deserve such a punishment, as they thought justice should be carried out with death. More like the death penalty. At least it was better than torture or literal burning in hell.

The body was unidentifiable. The smell of burnt flesh entered their noses, but no longer did it bug them. They were used to the smell. The sight was no different. There was black skin with red cauterized muscles and just small pieces of fabric of clothing.

"Why doesn't she just show herself already?" Dean snapped.

They all assumed that somehow she survived or escaped at the last minute. They assumed that all archangels would just leave their vessel behind to, in this case, burn. Or in this case perhaps Raguel would revive Astraea so she could fight again another day. However, their plan was well thought out and they covered most of the obvious factors that could ruin their plans. Raguel couldn't escape. From the time spent with the archangel they knew she would die alongside her beloved vessel. Raguel wouldn't let Astraea feel what she had to feel in her last moments. It wasn't right. This was essentially Raguel punishment and Astraea got to die in piece. There would be no coming back.

"I don't think she can," Sam mentioned in a low voice.

"She is dead," Castiel affirmed.

"Can't you bring her back?!" Dean shouted before turning his head to silence his anger. Sure she was somewhat of a bitch, but she at least had a cause.

"I can't." Castiel stressed. "It is not within my power to revive archangels."

"We have to do something!"

They all knew this, but didn't want to believe it. A part wanted them to believe that Castiel had the power. They didn't know anyone who could. Well, He was out of the question. What were they supposed to do? They couldn't just do nothing. Balial was still at large and they couldn't let the search for the gavel go. It was like the others they met wanting to control humanity or fight the world or God. Just depended on whichever of the two came first.

"But I can do something else…" Castiel stated as he leaned next to the burnt body. He stretched out his hand and touched her. Instantly the body looked like Astraea Beckett, not some fire that she supposedly should have died in about a week ago. Castiel gave a look of wondering and what seemed to concern. He didn't know what to aspect from his actions. He had never done this before to this degree.

"What did you do?" Sam asked.

"I saved her."

Before anyone could respond to his statement they heard a gasp of air. Their eyes went to the only other source to see the body of Astraea gasping for air. She held onto the floor trying to catch her breath that was lost to her.

"You're okay…" Dean whispered as trying to calm her down as she was beginning to struggle.

She was freaked out. She couldn't breath and her memory was scattered. Somethings made sense while others were blank. She looked to see three men at her side. Sure, that was in her dreams, but this wasn't a dream. She knew she had been a vessel and the being inside her explained everything.

"Raguel…" Sam asked wondering who he was currently looking at.

"No…" came out a shaky and soft voice. She jumped hearing her voice for the first time in a while.

"Astraea…"

"Yes…"

They looked down at her wondering what she knew. Did she remember anything that happened in the last week or so? Well…they figured she might because she did have to consent to Raguel to become her vessel.

"What happened?" Astraea asked.

"Nothing. You'll be fine. We're from the FBI and you were kidnapped…" Sam started to explain before he was cut off.

"I'm not stupid. I know who you are," she snapped. "Now what actually happened?"

"The archangel that once used you for a vessel is dead. You were also killed, but I revived you." Castiel explained bluntly.

"Way to let her down easy Cas…" Dean mumbled.

The assumptions Astraea had been corrected. She had memories flash through her mind about past events or more like conversations. Conversations she had, had only moments ago, but felt like a lifetime ago. It was too much for and she passed out.

"Whoa, whoa," Dean said catching her before she hit her head on the floor.

"She is probably overwhelmed. She will be fine." Castiel announced. They both nodded and it time to consider their options.

They paced inside the room of the motel trying to figure out their options. Or at least that was what Dean was doing. Sam had his nose buried in either a book or his laptop trying to figure out what they could do. Castiel wasn't there. He had gone to see if he could find anything about Raguel and was she actually dead. Right now, no one researches or thoughts were coming up good. Every once in a while one of the brothers would look to one of the beds where Astraea was wrapped in a blanket with a blank stare. They didn't anything about her time as a vessel and apparently it was affecting her.

"Anything?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam ran his fingers thru his hair and sighed. "No."

He had been looking into any source about where the gavel might be. It could something as where people are seen as crazy for hearing knocking sounds or high amounts of justice. Whatever that meant as it could an actual gavel that a judge uses that makes criminals go good when struck. Or something completely off topic. He had no idea what this item did. The said owner never told them! Nothing came up in the books about a gavel either. Sam Winchester was beginning to think this was all a set up and this gavel didn't really exist.

Astraea shook with the adrenaline that coursed through her. She had an idea of what happened to Raguel. She remembered being in this area of her mind in her own comfortable world and Raguel appearing before her. She explained so much and every once in a while she'd hide herself or wince. Raguel assured her she would be fine and this wasn't a punishment for her to bear.

"Raguel!" Astraea said seeing the archangel before her in her own image. She had to admit it was strange to see herself, but this was how the angel wanted her see its true form. Even upon looking at her own face she knew something was wrong. "What is it?"

"I am sorry."

"What for?"

"I am unable to carry out my mission and you are the one to pay the price." Astraea didn't know what she was talking about. From what she could see at times the mission Raguel informed her of was going fine. "You shall never feel pain nor suffer. It isn't right. Before I go I must inform you of something."

"Go? Where?"

"That isn't if important…ah…"

"Are you okay?"

"Focus. I need to tell you about the gavel."

Astraea kept replaying the events that happened. Raguel looked to have an orange glow about her and now she knew. The marks that appeared on her body were burns and the glow was flames. She asked what happened. She knew they lied to her and wanted the whole truth about what happened to Raguel. Despite, she was only the vessel Astraea felt she close to the angel. She understood her. She knew she burned. Astraea had thoughts of Raguel in some heavenly angel form burning. She had images of the feathers of her wings slowly burning up with her, but knew it couldn't be real. She looked up to the ceiling.

"You do something…you're her father and she didn't deserve that…" Astraea whispered.

"We don't have anything to go Dean!" Sam's shouting interrupted her.

"We have to think of something!"

"What? We don't know where the gavel is and the one person who knew somewhat is dead!"

"I know that Sam!"

Astraea listened to their bantering. It made her smile. It reminded her of her siblings, not that they were close and all, but the bickering. However, something Sam said stuck with. He wondered about the location of the gavel.

"Excuse me," Astraea said getting off the bed and coming toward them. "I think I may know where it is at."

"You do?" Dean asked.

"Raguel told me before she…died. She figured it and had to tell someone. I guess she counted on me being brought back. She had a back-up plan in case that didn't work out."

"Where did she tell you?" Sam asked.

"Where else? The most ironic place…Justice, Illinois."

"Then let's go," Dean said before he started to gather all their supplies from the room.

"Thank you for your help," Sam said to Astraea.

"Oh no." she stopped them. "I'm going with you."

"No. It's too dangerous." Dean objected.

"Oh please! I was once in a court room with a serial killer who had a thing for woman with power. I stared him down and convicted him. I think I can handle an angel."

Astraea looked at the brothers with a strong glare. She was serious. They could understand was she was successful in the court room with that look. It reminded them of Raguel. Not to mention Astraea didn't mention where exactly the gavel was and supposedly the archangel told her. They seemed to not really have choice.

"Well then, welcome aboard."

They informed Castiel about the location and he said he would meet them there. The drive wasn't very long to Illinois as they were a couple states away, but it was awfully quiet. Dean's CDs weren't even playing. It was about dark when they arrived in town. It was great timing as it would be dangerous during the day with people around. However, learning were they had to go was another story. Astraea told they hid the gavel in Resurrection Cemetery. If anyone didn't know that was the home the ghost story, Resurrection Mary.

"Now where exactly are we looking?" Dean asked as they got out of the Impala.

"She said look for me. I assume she really couldn't tell me. Someone might have been listening or something…" Astraea guessed.

"Or this is a test." Sam stated. "Raguel said she needed us thus we might have to prove ourselves worthy making this a test."

"I hate tests…" Dean groaned as he turned on his flashlight and began to walk the grounds.

It seemed like they had been walking among the grounds for hours with no luck. All they knew was look for her. It was way past dark with the only lights being the moon, a few lamps, and the flashlights. Her what? They really doubted the deceased archangel would be at the point with a sign saying "X marks the spot." During this time they walked by multiple statues and headstones. They even walked inside the building with no luck.

Astraea sighed after looking at her watch for the time. It was almost one. They had been searching for about two hours now coming up with nothing. She looked around the area and something caught her eye. A statue. It was a statue of a person with wings, and angel, holding a cross in her left hand and something else in her right clutched to his or her chest.

"Hey guys! I think I found something!" she called.

The brothers ran over and Astraea pointed to the statue.

"An angel…"

"Exactly."

"Now what?"

Astraea cautiously walked to the statue. As she was in three feet the temperature dropped and a wind blew in.

"Only a sacrificed may approach."

"What was that?" Astraea asked.

The voice that spoke was soft and calm. It didn't want to harm anything nor Astraea. The voice simply sent a warning for her to back-off. They had an idea of who would be guarding the gavel if it were here. Resurrection Mary would be an ideal choice, but that would never know for sure.

"I said 'only a sacrificed may approach.'" Sam repeated.

"Great more riddles…" Dean said walking up toward the statue to have a look.

"You may take what you seek."

"Me?" Dean questioned.

"That's it!" Sam announced figuring this 'riddle' out. "Dean, you've made sacrifices with your life thus making you worthy! This was the reason Raguel needed our help in the first place. She's never done anything like that."

They approached the statue and where the hand was closed to the heart was a faint drawing. It was hard to make out, but they could tell it was of a gavel.

"Use it wisely."

The cold and breezy feelings dissipated and it was almost warm. The moon was no longer covered by the clouds, but shone onto them. The picture of the gavel had a faint glow that compelled Dean to reach out.

"Halt!" A voice commanded. Dean turned to see coming out of the shadows was Balial. He had a smirk oh face. The oldest brother knew they had just done what the Seraph wanted them to do. He then heard two gasp and saw the angels that were with him before had Sam and Astraea locked in a grasp with angel blades at their throats. "You're going to get the gavel and give it to me."

AN: And that is Chapter 10! I hope you'll review, favorite, and follow or at least come back when I have the next chapter up! Bye!