Author's Note

So to get the full effect of this section I suggest listening to: Speeding Cars- Imogene Heap ;Angels-Within Temptation; Hallelujah-Rufus Wainwright or any other sad sounding songs. Trust me it will be worth it. So I hope you like this part because I love it!!!! Enjoy!

She did find him sitting in the same bar. She walked over to him.

"May I sit here?" She asked.

"Of course." He looked at her. "I am really happy to see you again."

"Me too." She put her hand on his and he held hers for a few minutes. She was content and felt a wonderful bliss. She smiled at him, he smiled at her. They stayed that way, just content looking at one another. He looked at her.

"Did you need some space again?" She stopped smiling.

"Yeah, I… I just couldn't stand being around them. They… they think that I am not capable of taking care of myself and that I do not know anything about anything." She looked at him again. "I don't need them." He held her hand still and looked at her.

"You are so much stronger than that." She smiled.

"I don't know why they don't trust me?"

"It is because they do not understand you. You are more than they think you will ever be." Linka smiled and looked at him, a deep look that made her feel safe.

Linka sat in the passenger seat of his car. She watched the street lights move on either side. When the car stopped he got out and opened her door. It was an older building that would have looked ugly in daylight. But the dark gave it depth and made it seem like a sculpture. Exposed and open but strong. They walked in arm in arm. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He led her. She felt safe and secure. A feeling that she did not feel often. She felt no need to know what was going on or that she needed to have control of the movements they made. Linka liked the dark shadows and exposed architecture. It seemed skeletal but soft and beautiful. He held her closer and she felt the same twist in her chest, it was not displeasing. He turned her and she followed, dancing to the music that they both heard. Links allowed herself to be lead and she let go of control. He leaned close to her; she leaned but pulled away at the last second. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She knew that she should not be here.

"What's wrong?" He asked her softly.

"I… I am just…"

"Don't worry this is what you want." She couldn't help but feel that he was right. She leaned in but stopped and pulled away. The sense of guilt and wrongness tugged at her brain. He moved his hand over her hair then down her neck. She felt a shiver course through her body. She moved closer but this time she felt a shock run down her spine. It was telling her no. She backed away.

"Linka, are you alright?"

"I… I… maybe I should go."

"Linka", he held her wrists and pulled her in "its ok I'm here."

"I… I don't know." She freed her hands. "I really should go." He grabbed her wrist again.

"Linka, please don't go."

"I have to." She tried to pull away but he wouldn't let go. "Jack, let go of me."

"Linka, this could have been easy." She looked at him. He had a sad look painted on his face.

"What?"

"You could have died happy, but now, we have to do this the hard way."

"What?" She managed before He pulled her in and grabbed her throat. She could feel her windpipe begin to be crushed."Linka, you could have died knowing pleasure, but this works for me too." He threw her across the space. She hit the wall and fell on the floor chocking for air and trying to push herself up. He was standing over her. She saw the dead black eyes. She pushed herself up but he grabbed her and flung her into the wall again. She hit it and fell to the floor like a rag doll. Her limbs had not tension or control. She lay there and felt blood run down her hair line.

"Linka, Linka, Linka, why won't you just let it happen, think about you die knowing happiness and I get to kill you. It is a win for both of us." Linka looked at him. She kicked her leg up and hit him in the chest. She rolled over and stood up. She grabbed for a knife but there were none on her at the moment. She hadn't taken one when she left. She didn't feel the need to carry a weapon when she had left to meet Jack that morning.

"Awww, what's the matter? Did you forget protection?" She raised her hand but he was next to her before she knew it. He twisted her wrist till she heard a crack. It was agony. She sank to the floor. She looked at him through the tears in her eyes, she told herself they were from the pain of having your bones broken. She kicked him in the knees and he went down she ran. He was there when she thought she was safe.

"Linka, what's wrong?" She backed away but he grabbed her shirt and flung her into the wall. She fell back and he picked her up by her neck. "I thought that you would be more difficult to break. Turns out you were one of the easiest ones to bring down." She felt her wind pipe being pushed on. "The protector, the warrior of Heaven, God's golden girl; you are just as pathetic and weak as the rest. I thought that I would need to pull out all the stops but you were so easy to see into. I saw your loneliness and your desperation for attention and contact. You wanted someone, you feel for the same sinful desires that everyone else has. I mean come on, Did you honestly think that anyone would want you?" He threw her at the floor; she hit it and heard a series of cracks in her chest. "You are no better than the rest of them. You might even be worse." She looked up at him. She tried to kick him again but he just pushed her leg back down. He picked her up again by the neck.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon." She couldn't breathe she felt like everything was fading. That was when she heard the gunshot. He dropped her on the floor and she lay there gasping for air. The demon turned away from her.

"Really now? You think that you can bring me down?"

"Yeah we do." Linka tried to sit up but her ribs were cracked so it was difficult to stand. She saw Dean trying to bring the knife close enough to the demon to kill it. Sam was over Linka.

"Linka, are you alright?"

She was quiet and didn't look at him. She tried to sit up but she couldn't. She watched as Dean finally stabbed it in the neck. It glowed with sparks of orange electricity and then fell. Dean pulled the knife out and walked to Linka.

"You alright?" Linka looked at both of them and stood up quickly as she pushed them out of her way. She couldn't look at them right now; she didn't want to be seen. She felt ashamed, dumb, and useless. She ran even though her ribs shifted and stab into something under her muscle and skin. She wanted to get away. She heard their footsteps following her. She couldn't let them see her fall apart. She turned a corner and skidded on the ground. She hid in a small room and shut the door. She sank down against it. She waited until she heard the footsteps die. Then she let herself break. She heard them coming back. She covered her face with her hands to try to stifle herself. They knocked on the door.

"Linka?"It was Dean. She pulled herself together and brought the mask of a collected person back out. She was used to wearing it. She walked out without a hint of emotion.

"Linka, are you alright?"

"Of course I am." She said blankly. "We should go." She walked away while she felt her bones snap back into place and knit themselves back together. She could feel the strain on her body. It pulled at every strand of her being and she felt a draining force. She felt weak all over and throughout herself. She refused to look at them. They would see the pain inside her and how she had been ripped apart. She refused to talk. Dean and Sam tried to talk to her; they tried to coax anything out of her. She slept in the car so she would not have to be near them. She didn't sleep she wept over the mistakes she had made. She wept over the fact that she had been so blind to danger. She had believed that she was worth being loved. She felt worthless, and dumb. She was no better than anyone else. She was nothing, she was weak.