Summary and Author's Note
So this is an idea I had one day while I was bored. This story is set and based on the 4th episode of Supernatural Season 5 The End. The story contains a character from my other story (Linka, I know but I really like the character and I spent a lot of time working on her and I wanted to show a little more of her.) So anyway this story is set in 2014 as was the episode that it is based on. If you want to (and you are not obligated to) you can read my other story Deo adjuvante non timendum to get a better idea of my character that I used in this one. So please read enjoy and review if you want. More will be poste soon.
She put her hands over his and steadied the barrel of the gun. She could feel the slight shake of it.
"Ok when I squeeze, you pull the trigger." He nodded and she applied the pressure. The gun fired and when she looked at the target there was a mark on the edge.
"Nice, but you might want to…"
"Shut up Linka." She let go and backed away. The comment was offending to her.
"What?"
"I said shut up. I don't need you patronizing me."
"Oh well I'm so very sorry." She said sarcastically. "I don't even have to do this you know! I have much more important things to worry about other than the fact that you can't handle a god damn gun!"
"Oh more important things like running to Dean whenever he calls for you?" She drew herself up and glared at him.
"I don't think that is any of your concern. It doesn't even…"
"Linka?" She whipped around.
"What!" She saw it was Dean standing next to Castiel. There was something a little bit off. "Eric we'll pick this up later." She said without even looking at him.
"See you always run back to him." He said just loud enough so she could hear him. She lowered her head then looked up when he was gone.
"So what do you need Dean?"
"Who…"
"Eric, Linka's…"
"He knows who he is Castiel and you need to drop that subject already."
"So you still haven't…"
"I thought I said to drop it Castiel."
"I'm just trying to help you out here. I see how you two act and…"
"And there is nothing to see alright."
"No there is…"
"Shut up!"
"Linka just do it already. He would be yours in no time."
"And then he'd be gone if I just did it already." She said using air quotes for emphasis.
"People are going to lose interest after a while Linka so you might as well cash in while you can."
"Well you're still interested." She said as she shifted on her hips. Dean was looking very confused at the banter.
"This is really unprofessional to be talking about this in front of Dean."
"Because you were so professional five nights ago." Castiel said smiling. Linka went scarlet and looked like a deer in the headlights.
"What…"
"Dean I thought I made it clear that I was drunk and it was a dumb thing to say and an even dumber thing to do so I'm sorry and it was a onetime deal. It won't happen again." He looked even more confused and intrigued.
"Linka, he's from 2009." She looked at Castiel with the same stunned face then back to Dean.
"2009?"
"Yup." Castiel said still smiling at her.
"Ok so you can just forget everything I just said."
"What happened?"
"Well Linka here got a little drunk and then she…" Castiel stopped because Linka was twisting his wrist.
"Nothing happened, at least nothing that concerns him." She said very sternly.
"Ok… so who was that guy?" Linka let go of Castiel's wrist.
"Eric Montgomery. He's new." She said
"And what's the deal with you two?"
"There is no deal. Castiel just wants there to be something so he can include me in his club of those who indulge in carnal desires and fall prey to their physical needs." She shot Castiel a venomous glance.
"Linka it's better on the dark side as you call it. We have more fun." Dean looked at them and looked over Linka. She was nineteen now and, well she was hot. He remembered her as fourteen. She had been short and hidden herself in large clothes and long deep dark brown hair that formed curtains, almost blinders, on either side of her face. Now, however, she had her hair pulled back into a long braid that ran down the length of her back, so her could see her face that had delicate features and appeared to be sculpted by a master artist. She opened her lips slightly, which were plump and soft, as if to say something but she didn't Her eyes were bright and hard, they scanned him and moved within her oval sockets. She was still short but she didn't hide herself . She still wore the silver cross except more of it was visible because of the dip in her shirt that showed part of her chest and collar bone, her clothing was also considerably tighter. It hugged her and followed ever bend and slight curve of her body. She had more of those now. Back when she was fourteen she had subtle rounded lines, but now she had a body that looked like it had been built for sin. She still looked troubled. She still looked tired and drained. She still tried to carry the weight of the world but it was just too heavy for her.
