It was late when they sat down to watch the news. They clicked on the television and it flickered in and out along with the lights. They turned it off. The cable was probably undergoing maintenance and the power lines were probably having a power surge or something. It always seemed like there was something wrong with the power lines, cable, or phone lines. They sighed and reached for the glass of wine that they had on the coffee table. It was at their lips when they heard something. It was dull and heavy. It sounded like thunder or a tank. They put the wine glass down and walked to the front window. They looked out and saw the street lights flickering along with all the other houses lights. They kept looking because they wanted to see the origin of the noise. They soon felt a vibration that went along with it. The hanging lights jumped in their fixtures and the glasses rattled in the cabinets. They craned their necks to see what was going on. Then the front door jumped in its frame. They backed away from the window watching the door jump and bend inward. They grabbed the phone but it was dead. The flickering got faster and the shaking was reverberating in their rib cage. The door fell in with teeth and claw marks covering it. They screamed as they were pushed to the ground and had their chest ripped open.

Linka stepped over the puddle of blood hesitantly. It was difficult because of her high heels and skin tight skirt. She threw her arms out for balance and felt a hand grab hers. She did a trip leap into the arm attached to the hand.

"Thanks." She said to Sam as she pushed herself away to finally regain her footing.

"You find anything at the morgue?" Dean asked as he strolled in from another room.

"No, there were no remains." She said as she walked to get a better look at a blood stain on a wall.

"Nothing?"

"Nope, there were like a few fingers and maybe an ear or two but nothing that would yield information." She paused and turned to Dean. "Why did I have to play medical investigator? Couldn't one of you do it?"

"Well you look better in a skirt." Dean said smiling.

"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked crossing her arms.

"The medical examiner is a guy and we thought that a pretty girl in a tight skirt with a cute butt would get more answers." She looked at Dean, and then turned to look at her back. She turned back around and looked at him.

"Well I can't argue with the facts." She strolled across the room as she said it. "You two find anything?"

"Traces of sulfur and a lot of blood." Sam said as he looked at a few things that had been knocked over.

"So are we thinking demons?" She asked.

"Looks like it." Sam answered.

"So what happened to the bodies? Demons tend to leave bodies." She said.

"Could be some form of the Croatoan virus." Dean said as he looked at a dent in the wall.

"So how do you explain the torn up trees and flipped cars?" Linka didn't feel right with Dean's explanation.

"Maybe it was some kind of skirmish with angels." Sam said probably feeling the same way.

"If was angels I would know about it." She said turning to Sam.

"Okay little miss shoots down ideas what do you think it is?" Dean said annoyed with her rejection of their ideas.

"I don't know? You two are older and you are supposed to be wiser so you figure it out."

"Well we are still looking for anything, there isn't that much here." Sam said.

"Great so can we leave? I hate wearing these clothes for too long." Dean turned to her with his trademark cocky smile on his face.

"If I had a dime for every time I heard that." He said smiling and laughing.

"Shut up Dean." She said smiling at him.

When they got back to the room Linka kicked the shoes off immediately. She pulled her hair out of the bun and flipped it over her shoulder

"You can tell that high heels were invented by men." She said as she began to unbutton the top buttons of her shirt. "All they do is make your butt look good." She said as she sat down on the bed and grabbed her hair brush.

"Yeah, yeah they do." Dean said smiling.

"So besides that, do you have any other ideas?" Sam asked Linka as she brushed her hair out.

"No." She said flatly. "No I do not. Why do I have to be the idea girl? I mean you two are older, so shouldn't you know more than me?" There was a silence in the room. She looked up at them.

"So are you positive that it wasn't angels?" Sam asked trying to get his theory to be right.

"I am one hundred percent positive, now if you have any other bright ideas; I'll be in the shower." She said as she crossed to the bathroom.

Linka stood in front of the mirror toweling her hair off. She felt so much better since she was out of the skirt and heels. She didn't know how some women could walk around in them all day. She sighed. She preferred her boots to them any day of the year. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a t-shirt and pair of jeans from her back pack. She looked around. Both were gone. She shrugged and got dressed quickly, she was afraid that they would walk in and there would be some very awkward and uncomfortable moments. She grabbed her hair brush and ran it through the hair. It caught on a few snarls and tangles but she just ripped it through them. She wasn't all that concerned with how she looked half the time. It was too much wasted effort on something frivolous. So she continued to rip at her hair and eventually put the brush down. She lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She knew she was missing something but she didn't know what. She closed her eyes and thought for a while, until the door clicked open. She sat up and leaned back on her hands.

"Dude, she was so into me." Dean said turning around to Sam.

"Sure Dean whatever you say." Linka realized that she must have fallen asleep since it was dark outside.

"Who?" She asked as she sat up.

"What?"

"Who was so into you?" She asked rather sarcastically.

"No one." Dean said realizing who he was talking about that in front of.

"Dean, do I need to give the whole greatest sin talk again?" She asked as she crossed her arms. She still didn't like the people who indulged in it. She looked at the two of them with a reprimanding look.

"Whoa, hang on a second." Dean said when he saw her disapproving look. "I believe that we are the adults in this situation so we don't have to explain ourselves little missy." Linka rolled her eyes along with Sam.

"Okay, whatever you say Dean." She said in a voice that would make a five year old feel important. It worked.