The house was familiar. The boarded up windows and dilapidated state were not. She had not expected that it would be preserved they way she remembered it. She walked to the door with Castiel. It was frightening for her. She was not known for fear. She had no fear about anything that crawled the Earth or anything that could cause harm to her. This however, this she feared. It chilled her to the core, but she could not show it. She walked in. It was dark, light only by a few small candles. The dim light did not improve the sense of danger. The living room, or what been the living room, was empty save one chair with someone tied to it. They were seated in a large circle with symbols painted in black. She removed her sweatshirt and tied her hair back then approached the person. They were a young man probably early twenties. They looked at her and smiled a wicked smile at her. She remained calm and expressionless. Their eyes flashed black; she could see her reflection in them.

"Hello."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Linka Kiritain. How have you been darling? Did you come back to revisit your fond childhood memories? You know, we were all so disappointed when we found out that you were still alive, but there was more to it than that wasn't there?"

"You could say that."

"God's little warrior, you may act like nothing can touch you or make you fall, but I know. I know the fear that is in you. I can almost taste it." Linka circled the chair; she walked slowly and kept her head forward so she couldn't see the source of the words.

"You know nothing about me."

"Really, do you like our little meeting place? We picked especially for you my little solider. But wait. This house, isn't it so familiar? It looks like I've been here before, possibly ten years ago. Oh that was a fun day. Your mother begged for your life. She was a whinny little bitch. We ended her quickly, but you oh you. So small and scared. You were lots of fun." He looked at her, she could tell. "Don't tell me the angels wiped that from your mind. Maybe you'll remember, maybe you won't but we will. I have been dying to play again since we met. You know you have a lot of my friends you want a piece of you, but what luck I get another crack at you."

"Do you know why you are here?"

"I think it's because it's the apocalypse."

"Then you must know my next question."

"No enlighten me."

"It doesn't really matter does it? You won't tell the truth so I might as well just cut to the good part."

"And what would that be?"

"Where you submit and tell me what I want, or I take the information from you."

"I'd like to see you try little missy." Linka leaned in close their face and really saw her refelection in their black, dead eyes.

"I came to play, what about you?"

"Then let's play."

She leaned back and stood straight. She thought she heard a car door close but she was probably imagining things. "Okay, you wanted this." She closed her eyes and began to chant in a low monotonous tone. It was some old language that no one knew. She opened them, still chanting, and approached the bonded person. She put her hands out. They tried to move away but retained the same cocky manner.

"Is this really what God's golden child is going to do? Sing to me?" She put her hands on either side of their head and continued to chant, she grew louder and faster in her song. She ignored everything around her. The person sitting and tied lost their confidence and they began to scream, out of fear and pain. The screaming left the human range and instead became something unearthly and almost unbearable to the human ear. Linka was not fazed. Linka kept going. The standing and screaming seemed endless; this one was deeply rooted into this person. She didn't stop. The standoff yielded and slowly a black shadow wound up each of her arms. It burned her skin and clouds of smoke and steam rose from her arms. It was painful but she kept going, the shadows twisted up her arms and around her neck. The clouds continued and burned at her flesh. It was getting to be too much but she couldn't stop. She was too close. The shadow worked its way onto her face and burned at the skin. She felt the hot searing pain on her lips and eye lids. She clenched the person's head tighter and kept going trying to reign in what she had dragged out. It was getting to be too much; she was going to stop but then. It happened. She was flooded with everything. She let go and fell back on the floor. She held her arms over her head and saw the winding path around her arms. She knew her face was branded the same way. She let her arms fall and she lay there hearing voices and footsteps running over to her. Small clouds of steam still rose off of the burnt skin. She saw them lean over her. They looked shocked and horrified.

"Linka? Linka are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are they ok?" She was worried about the human that had been subjected to the extraction.

"What did you do?" Sam sounded worried. He was right to be. Linka sat up. The skin still sizzled a little when she moved.

"I'll be fine. Just give a minute and then I'll be fine." She breathed for a second or two trying to ignore her scorched body. "Ok." She stood up despite a small protest for her to remain seated. "I'm fine." She stood still and waited. Slowly her burns faded and her skin was new. She turned slowly to the two of them. She then turned to Castiel who had remained where he stood through the entire ordeal. "To answer your question Sam, I got what I needed."

"What did you need" He asked. She turned to him.

"Information. Oh if you wouldn't mind, make sure nothing happens to me."