When they did stop Linka remained seated in the car. She did not want to risk angering Dean anymore. She again felt lost in her life, like she was no longer in control of her. She needed to get herself anchored again. She heard the door open.

"Come on." Dean said

"Come where."

"Come with me. Aren't you supposed to do what you're told?" She looked at him. He took her hand. "Come on, let's go." He pulled her out of the car and led her up the steps of the house. She didn't mind being lead, usually she would have twisted his wrist until he let go or the wrist snapped but she didn't do anything. She looked around the house quietly observing. It was old and probably abandoned. She felt him let go of her hand. She let it fall. She saw him walk back out the door. She walked around the first floor looking at the old structure. She felt the wall paper; it was brittle and peeling off the walls. She wandered up the staircase and moved from room to room quietly drifting, not really looking. She didn't know what to do. She entered a room that was empty. She knelt.

"Hello, it is me. Linka, your messenger or warrior, I don't know what you prefer to call me. I…I … I don't know how to put this. I want to know, what did you do to me? I don't know what happened I don't know what I did to make you do this to me. What have I done wrong? Have I disobeyed? I am sorry." She looked up at the ceiling waiting for an answer. There wasn't one. "Why can't I remember? Please, please tell me what I did. I am sorry. Please, please, I just…I don't know." There still wasn't an answer. She stood up and crossed herself. "Please, I just want to remember." She walked out and wandered to a different room.

Linka kept looking out the windows and walking in front of the door. She would walk from the front to the back and look out the windows in the back. She kept doing this. She kept placing her hand on the knife that hung from her hip.

"Would you stop it already?" Dean was annoyed with her pacing.

"I am sorry, but I must make sure that you are…"

"We know, you have to 'protect us'." He said rolling his eyes.

"You know, you never said what you need to protect us from." Sam said realizing the absence of an explanation.

"I have already said anything and everything."

"So what, you are going to protect us from everything, like socks?"

"Socks pose no threat unless they are tied around your neck." She said as she moved from the front of the house to the back.

"Great, she is going to protect us from killer socks." Dean said sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Dean, I don't think that is what she meant."

"It is not what I meant." She said as she moved to the front of the house from the back.

"Could you stop it and sit down already?" Dean was really annoyed with her pacing. She looked at him and sat obediently on the floor next to Dean's chair. "Are you serious?"

"Yes,"

"What are you like a dog?"

"No I am clearly human."

"He's joking." Sam said seeing the confusion the Linka had.

"Joking? I do not see the humor." She looked to Sam then up to Dean. "I do not understand you."

"What can I say, I am a complicated person." Dean said smiling cockily at her. She looked back at him, with a blank face. He stopped smiling. She leaned back on her hands and looked to the windows. She hunched forward after a few seconds. She shifted, she didn't like sitting still for too long she had to keep watch. She moved her legs. She stood up and moved to the other side of Dean's chair. She shifted some more on the floor.

"Do you want a chair or something?" Sam asked seeing her discomfort.

"If you have a spare that would be nice."She said as she stood up.

"I'll see if I can find one." Sam said as he got up to search for a chair or something for Linka to sit on. Linka walked around Dean, and then walked to the window.

"Can you sit down already?"

"I am waiting for a chair."She turned to him.

"Just take Sam's."

"But where will he sit?"

"He can stand."

"I will wait for a different chair." She walked over to Dean. "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"I knew you before, didn't I?"

"Yeah"

"What happened?"

"I am wondering the same thing."

"No, did I leave you?"

"Yeah, you wanted to go in a church then you were gone."

"Did I do anything before that?"

"Yeah, you had a conversation with an angel or God." She walked around the chair. She stopped in front of Dean.

"I don't remember any of it."

"Can't you like, ask someone?"

"Ask who?"

"The angels, God, anyone?"

"I cannot. If this is what is meant to be then it shall be this way."

"They must know what went on, so why don't you just ask them?"

"I cannot! I must live with this; it is what has been decided. Please stop it." She walked away to the back windows and looked out of them.